Chapter 8

Eight

Kami

" T he good news is they keep staples in the kitchen for emergencies like this," Trevor told me, laughter lurking in his dark eyes.

"And the bad news?"

"No Mrs. Morgan here to cook for us."

I laughed. "That is tragic. I am still trying to figure out how to fit that woman in my suitcase."

The amusement faded from Trevor's gaze. "I don't want to think about you leaving my side ever again."

A shaft of anxiety lanced through my middle. If I thought too long about packing and leaving him, I might have a full-blown panic attack. Something I'd never done before in my life. "I don't want to think about leaving either."

He pulled me closer and wrapped his arms around me. I looked up at him and he leaned his forehead against mine. "What are we going to do about us?"

I shook my head against his. "I have no idea."

"Do you have anyone waiting for you back home?" Now he's the one who looked panicked.

"Just my best friend and my cat." God, when I said it out loud like that, it sounded so lame. The only two creatures in the world who would miss me if I didn't go back to New York were Asha and Willa. And Willa wouldn't really miss me. She'd just miss getting regular meals and having her litter box cleaned.

"What about your business?" he asked.

I shrugged. "New York is a good place to find clients who can afford destination weddings. I'll always have to travel for my job, but the reality is I can do it from anywhere."

As I spoke, it hit me that we were talking about the possibility of me staying here in Hartwood. Nerves caused adrenaline to spike through my system and I dropped my arms and took a step back. I started pacing behind one of the long couches that faced the fireplace in the great room.

"Trevor…what are we talking about here?"

He shook his head. "I think we're talking about you moving back here. To be with me."

"That's totally crazy," I burst out.

He shrugged. "All I know is that you're here for a reason. Your friend's sister could have picked any other place, but she insisted on Hartwood. That's fate correcting the stupid mistake I made. I know it might sound crazy, but I'm not willing to give you up."

My head yelled at me to run as far and as fast as I could away from him. But my heart…that was a completely different story. My heart loved that he didn't want me to go. That the thought of being apart again upset him as much as it upset me.

But years of pragmatism didn't leave me in an instant. "Maybe we could try the long-distance thing."

Trevor closed the distance between us and pulled me down to the couch. He tugged until I sprawled across his lap. "I know it must sound insane to you. I get that, I really do. But, sweetheart, I have to tell you, if you go back to New York, I'll follow you there. You're it for me. You always have been."

I started to protest. I wanted to argue, to object, to throw up walls. It was ridiculous. It was too soon.

But there was something deep inside me that wouldn't let me say any of those things. With his words, it was like something had been waiting to hear them. Something clicked into place and the rightness of being here with him, in his arms, settled over me.

I wound my arms around his neck and stared up at him with eyes wide. "I think…I definitely think we're crazy. But I think you're it for me, too."

Before I could utter another word, his mouth was on mine. He kissed me with a fierce, possessive hunger, unlike anything I'd ever felt from him before. I returned it in full measure.

One of his hands slid down to the outside of my thigh and up behind my knee. In one fluid movement without ever breaking our kiss, he shifted me until I sat up in his lap with my legs on either side of him. Between us the ridge of his arousal pressed against the apex of my thighs. I shimmied my hips over him and the fierce growl that left his throat stirred the animal in me.

His arms moved up my back to ease me closer until I straddled him and could feel every inch of his hard body against my much softer one.

I pulled free from the kiss, desperate for air. He didn't miss a beat. His mouth moved to leave hot, openmouthed kisses against my jawline, down my neck and right to the spot where my shoulder met my neck. He bit down, sucking at the same time, and my head fell back as a moan broke from me.

I leaned forward and my hair came down, forming a curtain around us. I moved my mouth to his again at the same time his hands slid to the hem of the sweater I wore. The moment his hands touched my skin, I became frantic to get rid of every scrap of clothing between us so I could feel his warm skin against my own.

I pulled back and sat on his knees, my hands going to the hem of my sweater, meeting his hands.

Confusion swept across his face. "You want me to stop?"

I pushed his hands away, caught the hem of my sweater and the T-shirt underneath in my grasp and in one fluid motion pulled them both over my head. I tossed them to the floor behind me and leaned in close to him again.

"Never stop," I whispered against his mouth.

I could feel his smile against my lips. "You got it, sweetheart."

He shifted, and in a moment he was over me, pressing me into the couch. I spread my legs, hooking one over the top of the couch and allowing the other to fall open, to make room for him between my legs.

He settled in and kissed his way from my mouth down across my chest until he reached the cups of my bra. He pulled back and grinned at me. "As pretty as this is…" he ran a finger beneath the black lace of my bra, "I don't want anything between us."

I nodded my agreement, words failing me, and arched up into his touch as he cupped my breasts and hooked the material beneath the heavy mounds.

He looked down at me and I waited for an attack of shyness to hit me. I'd never been a hundred percent comfortable with my body.

But it never came. Instead, I watched his hot eyes track over my skin, reveling in the heat and desire I saw there. How could I feel shy about my body when he looked at me like the best meal had just been laid out before him?

"You're so much more than simply beautiful," he rasped and bent to take the peak of my breast into his hot mouth. He used his tongue and teeth to tease my nipple into a tight bud before moving to give the other one the same hungry attention.

The sensations he caused started in the tip of my nipple and spread until they filled me with an urgent need for him to fill me, stretch me with his thickness until I screamed for mercy. I tugged on his flannel shirt. "You, too. I want to feel you."

He let go of my nipple with a juicy pop and sat up, one leg bent between my legs and the other on the floor, bracing himself. He unbuttoned the first few buttons of his plaid, flannel shirt, and for the first time in my life I could see the appeal of a strip show.

He didn't keep me waiting, though. As soon as he got a few unbuttoned, he followed my example and yanked the flannel and the long-sleeved Henley underneath off all at once.

I expected him to fall back against me and held my breath as I waited to feel his skin against me, the scrape of the light hair on his chest chafing against my nipples.

But he didn't come down to me. His hand went to the waist of my jeans. I stared up at him, wanting to be completely bared to his hungry gaze.

"Are you sure, Kami? I don't think I can stop if we go much farther." His velvet over gravel tone made me shiver.

"I've never been surer of anything."

And that's all it took. In less than a minute, he'd stripped both of us of jeans and boots. He slid my panties down my legs ever so slowly, like he was unwrapping a fragile gift, and he dropped his boxer briefs to the floor.

In moments, I was bared with every part of me exposed to him. As his eyes traveled over every inch of my skin, heating up my nerve endings as surely as if he stroked me with his fingers, I allowed my gaze to eat him up.

He was even more beautiful than I remembered. Life in the military had left him with scars, some deep, others less so. My eyes lingered on a scar on his chest and another lower down closer to his hip. Before I had a chance to ask him about them, he came over me.

The feeling of his skin against mine was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before. His heat sliding against me made jolts of electric pleasure surge through me. His head dipped and he resumed his exploration of my body, his mouth returning to tease my nipples as a hand slid down over my belly, and lower still until he dipped between my thighs.

I opened to him, giving him all the access he wanted. He quickly took advantage, sliding down, his mouth following the same path his hands just took.

I moaned when he reached my center and I allowed my foot to drop to the floor on one side and the other I hooked more firmly over the side of the couch. I was open and exposed to him in a way I'd never allowed anyone else to see me.

By his groan and the way he dove in to lick and nip at my throbbing clit, I guessed he appreciated the gift I gave him. I arched up off the couch as he used his fingers to open me further to his mouth. He dipped his tongue into my opening, tasting me and teasing me all the while luring my juices to his hungry mouth

"So sweet," he said with a groan.

I moved my hands to his head, threading them through his hair and holding him in place. My hips rose of their own volition, seeking the touch of his lips, tongue and teeth.

I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, the pleasure so strong as it surged through me, it bordered on pain. Before I could fall into oblivion, he lifted his head.

I moaned out in protest only to be met with his chuckle. I stared up at him through heavy-lidded eyes as he slid back up my body.

"As amazing as you taste, sweetheart, the first time you come, I want to feel it on my cock."

His words only served to inflame me more, and I suddenly wanted that more than anything—to feel him deep inside me, moving and riding out his pleasure in me.

He fisted his cock and guided the thick head to my aching pussy and pressed at my entrance.

"There's no turning back after this, Kami. You are mine. I'm going to feed your womb my milk. Do you understand me?"

"Yours," I agreed on a moan as I arched up to meet him as he pushed his way inside me.

I clutched his shoulders and then slid my hands over his back. Nothing— nothing— had ever felt as good as his hot, hard length sliding inside me and filling me up. My eyes opened to meet the dark, unfathomable depths of his as he slid to the hilt. He held himself there for long seconds, and I could feel something deep inside me settle into place, as if I'd been waiting forever for him to be right where he was at this moment.

I thought it was the most amazing thing I'd ever felt. And then he started to move.

I arched up underneath him, meeting him thrust for thrust. He never let his gaze move from mine, even as he picked up his pace and started surging back and forth inside me. My walls clamped around him and I felt every veiny inch of his thick cock sink into me and stroke me deep and hard.

"You feel so good wrapped around my cock, baby. That's it, suck me deeper."

I responded by lifting my legs higher and wrapping them around his back. I could feel myself moving closer and closer to the edge.

"Oh, God. Please. Yes! I'm going to come, Trevor."

"Come, baby. I want to feel you come all over my cock with that sweet pussy. Fuck, I've needed this forever. I've needed you."

He moved faster, thrusting into me. That coupled with his words as he held my eyes pushed me higher and higher. Heat coiled until I couldn't take the pressure. I fell into a gulf of pleasure. White hot, pulsing electricity flashed through me in waves. My eyes fell closed and he moved even faster, his hips getting more erratic as he sought his own release.

"Trevor!" His name broke from me just as I felt him find his release in my body. He thrust once, twice, and a third time as we both fell into oblivion.

His cock pulsed as white-hot ropes of his milk spilled inside me.

Breathing heavily, I clutched to anything I could get my hands on.

I came back to myself to find Trevor had shifted us until I was curled on top of him, his arms cradling me close to his chest. He pulled a throw from the back of the couch and pulled it over us.

I didn't think I'd ever been as happy as I was at that moment, cuddled in a cocoon with Trevor.

We spent the rest of the afternoon and into the night completely oblivious to the snow falling outside and the rest of the world beyond. We ventured from our cocoon only long enough to call Mrs. Morgan to let her know we decided to wait out the snow at the lodge, to forage for food, and for Trevor to get a fire blazing in the big stone fireplace.

The rest of the time we snuggled together, talked quietly about nothing important, and made love until we both fell asleep late into the night.