Page 28 of Dirty Dare

Trevor

He loves me. I don’t know if my heart can take what those words are doing to it.

Kissing, we stumble toward the house. Our hands are everywhere, his suit is soaking my shorts, and all I can think is…

Keep him.

I need to find a way. I’ll do anything. But first, I need to show him how much I worship him.

We make it inside, and Cam whips my shirt over my head, growling as he pushes me toward the bedroom, his mouth on my neck, my shoulders, my chest.

“Love you,” I pant, when I feel the bite of his teeth followed by the pull of deep suction at my shoulder.

“Love you,” he rasps, maneuvering me into my room. “So fucking much.”

My legs meet the bed, but before I tumble back, I shift my weight, pulling him around so it’s his body falling beneath mine. I lick through his navel and nibble the side of that sexy vee as I pry my fingers into the insanely snug jammers and peel them off.

“Christ, you’re gorgeous.” I can barely manage the words through everything I’m feeling. The love, the purpose, the need… and the knowledge that even with my soul so full of all of those things, it still might not be enough to keep him. If I gave up hockey, would he even want me to start a life with him here?

It’s a question I need to think through, figure out how to finesse and present in a way that doesn’t pressure or overwhelm him.

It’s a question that’s going to have to wait.

Cam jackknifes up to sit, his hands holding the sides of my head as he kisses me. Then he pulls back to meet my eyes. “I want you. I need you inside me.”

I freeze, my body and mind on the brink of short-circuiting at the visuals bombarding me. We’ve used our mouths and our hands. Our fingers. But we’ve stopped just short of actual penetrative sex, neither one of us bringing it up as if we both knew it would take us to a connection too deep for the limits we were trying to preserve.

But now? “Are you saying—”

“I want us to be together.”

I cover his mouth with mine, pulling our bodies as close as we can get with me still half dressed.

“Where’s the bag?” he rasps against my lips.

I pull back. “The bag with the wine?”

He nods, wrapping his hand around his cock and giving it a torturously slow tug. Damn, that’s hot.

So hot that it takes me a second to realize what he’s asking for. Wine. Because he wants something to help him relax a little?

I nod, taking a step back from the bed, eyes still riveted to where his fingers have moved over his balls and… lower.

“Be right back.”

I run for the front of the house, leaping off the stoop to grab the bag I left on the drive next to the truck. Then I’m tearing back in, sliding into the bedroom before I realize— “Shit! Glasses and an opener. One second.”

“Wait!” Cam’s sitting up, that hand that was having all the fun a second ago, now held up in a plea for me to stop. And he’s laughing.

Which I love to see but don’t understand. “What?”

He points to the bag I’m clutching in my arms like a baby. “Just, um… you want to take a look in there?”

No. I want to devour him with my mouth, tease him open with my fingers and tongue. I want to make him come so hard he forgets every man he’s ever been with before me.

But for him, I set the bag on the bed and realize there’s more than just a bottle of wine inside. Curious, I peek in and choke on a laugh.

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