All Stars Fall (Seaside Pictures #3.5)(38)

“Some might say the hashtag bulge never had so much play.” I laughed, already painfully aroused.

“Yup.” She popped the P and lowered her eyes.

“Disappointed?”

“More like, how are you going to make sure you don’t puncture a lung?” She gripped my length with her hand and moved.

My hips jerked toward her. “Yeah, you shouldn’t do that to me if you don’t want me to toss you against the bed. Swear it will be the best five seconds of your life.”

She released me and burst out laughing. “This isn’t how I thought it was going to be.”

“So you thought about it?” I walked her backwards toward the bed.

“Yeah, just don’t put that in your recommendation letter. ‘Nanny thought about Dad naked, often.’”

“Often, hmm?”

“Here.” She handed me a pillow. “Just get it over with.”

“I’m not smothering you with a pillow.” I tossed it aside and lifted her onto the bed, my hands stilled on her hips. “Besides, I’m just as guilty. I knew I was fucked the minute I invited you into my house.”

“It was the pot roast.” She nodded her head seriously.

“It was your heart,” I whispered, devouring her next words before she could utter them. “And your crazy beautiful smile.” I pulled away and then kissed down her neck. “It was the way you treated my kids.” I slammed my mouth against hers and positioned myself near her entrance. “It was you being you.”

“Fresh start.” Our eyes met, time stopped. It was just us alone in the universe making love.

Two people on separate paths, somehow drawn together by sheer luck I would never deserve or understand.

“Fresh start,” she echoed, just as I slid into her body.

I knew the first time would be fast between us. I was already halfway there when I wasn’t even touching her.

“Next time…” I let out a groan. “Because you feel so damn good I don’t want to stop.”

She dug her hands into my hair and pulled me down for a kiss as our bodies moved in sync, not once fighting but joining like it was the only thing they knew how to do really well.

I had seconds left.

I wanted to stretch them, I wanted to live in those seconds and concentrate on every single nerve ending was exploding with pleasure.

I angled myself deeper, she nearly leaped off the bed beneath me, and I found the spot I wanted.

“Oh, God.” A muffled cry escaped her as she thrashed in pleasure under me. I felt her release shudder through her body and followed, unable to keep myself away from it any longer, away from her. She felt too good, it felt too right.

Panting, I flipped over onto my back and took her with me, still inside her, still feeling the aftershocks of our lovemaking.

It was on the tip of my tongue, but I wasn’t the guy to confess love.

I was that guy with Jo, and look how that turned out.

Now I was cautious. And yet the words lingered on the tip of my tongue, to tell her that time didn’t matter. I’d known my ex for a long time before we got married and look how that had turned out.

I knew Penny barely two weeks and already it felt different.

Because it was.

“Trevor?” She lay against my chest.

“Hmm?”

“I really like you.”

“I really like you too.” I played with her hair and then kissed her bare shoulder. “A lot.”

“Daaaaaaddy!” Malcom wailed.

I’ve never had a woman jump off of me so fast.

She gave me a look of horror.

I grinned and just shook my head.

Red faced, she tiptoed into the bathroom while I quickly wrapped a towel around my waist. “Coming.” I shrugged. “Duty calls.”

Chapter Nineteen





Penelope




“How are you not sleeping?” I cuddled next to Trevor while he scribbled down a few more lyrics. He looked dead sexy in black-rimmed glasses, completely naked, with the sheets falling dangerously low on his hips as he continued writing.

“I’d be an idiot to sleep while you’re in my bed, plus I slept most of the day because of how crappy I was feeling, and now inspiration.” He grinned down at me. “You sleep, and I’ll wake you up when I’m done.”

“What are you writing?” I leaned up on my elbow and covered up my yawn with my hand.

“You,” was all he said.

Stunned, I stared at him, waiting for him to elaborate, and when he didn’t, I cleared my throat.

He grinned down at the notepad. “You inspired me.”

“As in my boobs inspired you or something else?”

He burst out laughing. “While I do find your boobs especially inspirational…” He leaned down and kissed the side of my mouth. “I’m afraid I’m a bit more obsessed with this.” He pressed his palm to the center of my chest. “And when I get obsessed, I write.”

Tears filled my eyes. “You’re—you’re writing about me?”

“You. Your heart. Your beautiful soul. Yes.”

“Are you done?” I moved slowly.

He scribbled something else down and studied the paper. “Why?”