Perfection (Neighbor from Hell #2)(59)

"It really is," Trevor said, flicking her already painfully hard nipple with that talented tongue of his. "Just lay back, Zoe, and let me show you how necessary it is," he said in a deeply seductive voice that any other time would have her nodding dumbly, but right now she really needed him to get back up here before she died of embarrassment.

"But I really liked what you were just doing. Let's go back to that," she said, trying to drag him back up, but he wasn't having that.

Chuckling, he easily broke away from her hold and started heading south. "You'll like this too. Trust me," he said, shooting her a wink and a killer smile that would normally have her licking her lips and nodding eagerly, but it was daylight and the man was about to see things that up to this point she'd been able to downplay with soft light.

Swallowing nervously she did her best to sit up, but it was kind of difficult with him hovering over her. "You know what I'd like more?"

"What's that?" he murmured absently as he leaned forward and took one her ni**les into his mouth, sucking it between his lips without mercy as he flicked it with his tongue, making it really difficult for her to remember why she wanted him to stop.

He released her nipple with a loud "pop". "Now, just lay back and let me do my work, woman," he said against her skin as he started to head south and suddenly she remembered quite clearly why she wanted him to stop.

When he pressed a kiss to her soft stomach she practically flew away from him. She grabbed one of her large baby pink pillows and hugged it tightly to her body as she squirmed back until her back hit the wall.

Trevor looked stunned as he sat back on his haunches, but no less aroused, Zoe absently noted as she worried her bottom lip. No doubt he thought she was crazy right now, but that was okay with her. As long as he didn't get a good look at her less than ideal body that was more than fine with her. In fact she was more than willing to encourage that little misconception at the moment.

"Is your stomach still upset?" he asked, frowning as he moved closer to her. He cupped her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Are you feeling okay?"

Since she'd started eating normally, well normal but healthy, two days ago she'd been dealing with a constantly upset stomach. It usually went away with a little ginger ale, a warm bath, and a little rest. Although her stomach had been upset earlier when she'd woken up it was fine now, but since telling him that wouldn't exactly help her out she decided to lie.

"No?"

"I see," he said, nodding. "Are you feeling sick?"

"Yes?"

"I guess I should leave you so that you can relax," he said with a simple shrug of his shoulders as if it was no big deal, which was actually pretty insulting. Was ha**ng s*x with her boring? She didn't think so, but apparently he did with his "whatever" attitude. After she bought some really thick, dark curtains to block out every bit of sunlight and hung them up today she'd show him that sex with her was anything but boring.

"I'll get out of your way after I wash up," he said with another shrug that she really didn't appreciate one damn bit. A second later he was climbing off the bed and pulling the condom off his slowly deflating erection while he walked towards the bathroom and she decided she didn't like it one bit.

She tossed the pillow aside and started for the bathroom with every intention of shutting them inside the small bathroom with the thankfully dark curtains drawn and showing him for the next few hours that sex with her was anything but boring.

"Are you feeling better?" Trevor asked as he stepped out of the bathroom.

"No?" she said, scrambling back on the bed and yanking the baby pink top sheet up and over her br**sts. She wished she could cover herself with the blankets and comforter, but they were on the floor at the foot of the bed where Trevor had shoved them off a half hour earlier.

"Oh," he said as he absently scratched his chest. "Have you seen my boxers?"

"Weren't they in the bathroom?" she asked, shooting a look past him towards the half-closed bathroom door. Since he'd stumbled into her room first thing this morning and headed straight to the bathroom as he informed her around a rather loud yawn that she'd better be ready for him by the time he came back out she'd assumed his underwear was in the bathroom.

"Nope," he said as he searched through the pile of blankets on the floor. He stood up a moment later, frowning as he looked around the room. "They're probably on the bed."

"No, I don't think they're on the-hey, give that back to me!" she squealed as she tried to grab the sheet as he yanked it off her and tossed it behind him, leaving her completely naked.

"Now, let's just see what you're trying to hide from me, shall we?"

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"You bastard!" Zoe hissed, kicking out as she tried, unsuccessfully, to escape his grasp and dive under her pillows, but he simply stood up, pulling her right along with him.

"So what exactly are you trying to hide, hmmm?" Trevor asked as he tightened his grip around her ankles when she almost unmanned him. Getting hit in the balls once this weekend had been more than enough for him so he kept her dainty little feet as far away from his boys as he could manage.

Not that she'd done it on purpose, not like a few women in his past who hadn't taken his rejection well had. No, on Zoe's part it had been a complete accident, plus he wasn't done with her yet so she had yet to hear his "You're just not good enough" speech. Not that he would ever give Zoe that little speech. Hers would be more along the lines of "I've finally worked you out of my system" or "We should probably end this since I'm getting married in a few hours." Since she hadn't received either speech yesterday morning when she rammed her knee into his balls he knew she hadn't meant it.