Page 30 of Fourteen Years

“Eat, Mon.” he said, breaking into my thoughts again. “You’re going to need the energy.”

So I ate.

Dinner was amazing and as we cleaned up the dishes together a little later, I could acknowledge that he’d set me at ease with the conversation. It felt very domestic to be helping each other with such a household chore. He was washing and I was drying while he told me where to put things.

I’d missed doing this with someone. Paul and I had liked doing this, sending the girl’s to their room for homework every night. We’d enjoyed flirting with each other and talking about our days. It wasn’t the exact same, but it was filling something inside my heart I was missing horribly.

“Where’d you go, beautiful?” asked Trevor, finishing rinsing the sink after cleaning it.

“Just enjoying doing this with you. Having someone to do this with.” I said softly, fixated on hanging the towel perfectly to dry.

I could feel his eyes on me again and knew he could tell what I meant. His footsteps came up beside me as he drew me into a hug, holding onto me tight.

“You don’t have to do that,” he said softly.

“Hmm?”

“Avoid saying his name around me,” he said. “My love for you is stronger than being jealous of something amazing you had with someone who took such good care of you and our girl.” he said, rubbing my back.

My eyes teared up.

“Love?” I said, scoffing slightly. Wasn’t it too soon for those words?

“I never stopped loving you. I’ll always love you.” he tilted my head back now to make eye contact.

Maybe it wasn’t too soon. With our history, this was different territory. This man had held a candle for me for years. As his lips met mine gently, the last of my nerves ceased to exist.

Chapter 17

The tone of the evening kept changing. Nerves and sexual tension were running rampant between us. As my lips grazed over Monica’s I sensed a change come over her. She went from emotional, lost in her memories, to present with me. She sighed, parting her lips, opening for me and I couldn’t hold back any longer.

My tongue delved into her mouth, stroking, kissing her deep and hard as my body pushed her back against the counter again. She made a small whimper into my mouth and all my resolve snapped. I broke the kiss, panting, and staring down into her dazed eyes.

“You’re gonna have to tell me now that this is okay.” I breathed out, voice lower than normal, gravely. “I’ve gotten more patient but I still have my thresholds.” I spoke, practically growling.

She nodded, trying to pull me down to her again.

“Words,” is all I replied, hand coming up to her throat, holding her still gently.

“I want this,” she whispered, breathless, “I want you.”

That’s all I needed to fucking hear.

Leaning down I took her mouth again, strong and fast. My hand left her throat, moving down to grab the back of her thighs and lift her onto the counter. She gasped and moved back to try to speak but I wasn’t having it. I leaned her back, her head knocking into the cabinet, biting her lower lip then sucking it into my mouth. I broke off, backing up slightly.

“Take your shirt and bra off.” I said, reaching behind my shoulder and pulling my own tank top off. Her eyes were like dark smoldering heat staring at me.

“Guess you’re still bossy and controlling in the bedroom.” she smarted off, lifting her shirt over her head. She was wearing a purple lace bralette underneath and I had to fight myself from lunging across to her again and ripping it off her body.

“Don’t be a brat,” I warned, “Or I’ll make you beg for it.”

Her eyes widened, chest heaving with her breaths.

“I haven’t changed that much.” I smiled at her.

She reached behind her unclasping the scrap of lace and let it fall. I groaned taking her in. She was clearly shy about how her body had changed but she was all woman now. The softness around her stomach, her heavier breasts, and her stretch marks turned me on. I was rock hard to the point of pain as I stared at her, barely able to restrain myself.

“Trevor,” she begged softly, almost a whine.

---