Rough, Raw, and Ready (Rough Riders #5)(33)

“I’m glad you’re back.”


“Are you?”


Trevor didn’t speak. He appeared to have quit breathing.

“Yes, I am.” Edgard looked at Trevor. “Might I borrow the truck for a little while?”


“Where you goin’?” Chassie asked as Trevor tossed the keys over.

“I want to check on my pickup in person and light a fire under them to get going on repairs.” He shifted his stance. “There are a couple other things I need to do before I leave town.”


“Leave?”


Edgard’s gaze zipped to Trevor, but Trevor kept his focus on Chassie. “Yes. Why?”


“Because we need to sit down and talk tonight. All three of us, before there’s any serious talk of leavin’.”


After a long pause, Edgard nodded. The door shut with a soft click.

Without another word, Chassie hooked her finger in Trevor’s belt loop and towed him upstairs to their bedroom. She locked the door and leaned against it.

Her take-charge husband stood in the middle of the room like he was facing a firing squad.Trevor’s pale blue eyes were wary, his normally full lips flattened in a thin line.

Jaw clenched, neck muscles tight, even Trevor’s broad shoulders were hunched almost to his ears. He jammed his hands in the front pockets of the dirty jeans he wore. “What now?”


“Strip.”


Trevor opened his mouth, reconsidered and snapped it shut. He doffed his clothes quickly.

“Lie on the bed. On your back. Close your eyes.”


He rolled down her grandmother’s star quilt. The bed creaked and a buck-ass nekkid Trevor stretched out on the sheets without complaint.

Chassie undressed and crawled on top of Trevor so they were skin-to-skin. Back to basics, nothing between them but breath and bones. Shuddering heat rolled off him, not solely from desire, but from relief. She rested her head on his chest, situating herself so the sharper planes of her body wouldn’t injure any of his vital parts.

After a minute, he circled his arms around her. She didn’t chide him for his presumption; she took comfort in the feel of his body against hers from head to toe.

Despite their combined body heat, her skin cooled quickly. When she shivered, Trevor shifted and pulled the quilt up over both of them. Even beneath the covers his fingers lightly stroked her back. Like he couldn’t touch her enough.

Chassie’s eyes drifted shut. She floated into sleep; his muted whispers in her hair a sweet lullaby.

She awoke disoriented. The shadows and light in her bedroom indicated afternoon, not morning. Had she overslept?

Callused fingertips skated up her arm.

Chassie lifted her head and stared into Trevor’s sleepy blue eyes. “Whoa. Time warp. How long was I asleep?”


“I don’t know. I drifted off right after you did.”


“How long have you been awake?”


He smiled. “Long enough to come up with a plan to seduce my very sexy wife.”


“You know what they say about the best laid plans…”


“Laid bein’ the word I can work with, bein’s we’re both nekkid.”


She trapped his hips between her knees and dangled on all fours above him. “Maybe I don’t want your seduction.”


The pulse in his neck jumped. “Ah. Okay. I’m willin’ to wait until you’re ready…to talk or whatever.”


“Really?”


“Uh-huh.”


“Good. Because you were startin’ to piss me off, Trev.”


“Sorry.”


Chassie lowered her face until their lips were a hair apart. “Maybe there ain’t any seduction involved. Maybe I just wanna be a little mean. Maybe I want sex on my terms.”


Trevor’s loud groan disappeared as she thrust her tongue into his warm mouth, licking at every inch until that’s all she could taste—Trevor on her lips, rolling over her tongue, flowing down the back of her throat, filling her up.

When his arms moved, she expected he’d latch onto her shoulders and flip her to her back. She anticipated fighting him. Being forceful and more than a little harsh appealed immensely, but those strong hands gently cradled her face and Chassie was lost in his tenderness.


Yet, Trevor wasn’t completely passive. His cock bumped against her belly, leaving a slick, intimate kiss. The muscles on his body’s lower half were tensed, primed and ready for action. She did the unexpected and rubbed her toes down the outside of his calves.

His upper body bowed off the bed. Trevor’s breathing was decidedly ragged as his lust-filled blue gaze caught hers.

Chassie pressed a moist kiss to the vulnerable spot below his ear. When goose bumps broke out across his flesh, she did it again. And again. Breathing on the spot until Trevor could scarcely lay still. She zigzagged her tongue over the curve and hollows, stopping to nibble on corded tendons.

Still hanging above him, she shimmied backward and kissed the dark blond trail arrowing the way to her destination. She didn’t detour to tease his nipples. She didn’t plunge the tip of her tongue into his belly button. Or nip the tender skin between his hipbones; she kept a southward progression.