“I can’t help it. I need to know.” He swung around to face me, stopping me in my tracks.

I huffed out an irritated breath. “You know already. Please don’t make me say it. I’m mortified enough as it is.”

He swept his hand down my cheek in an affectionate manner as I stared intently at the ground. “Reya, please.”

I closed my eyes and whispered, “I slept with him because he reminded me of you.”

I heard rather than saw the air escape him. It was just like…whump. Several moments passed and I was too scared to look him in the eye. In the end he changed the subject and relief flooded me.

“You mind if I sleep on your couch tonight? We’re closer to your place than mine and I’m wrecked.”

I nodded and chanced a nervous glance at him. “Sure. It’s not like you haven’t stayed over a million times before.” It was true, he had stayed over countless times. The only difference was that this time he’d suggested we fuck mere hours earlier. It definitely added a whole new tension to the situation.

By the time we reached my flat I just wanted to flop down on my bed and go to sleep, but at the same time I was wired. Trev had barely taken his eyes off me since we left the station, and his attention made the tiny hairs on my arms stand on end.

“I’m going to take a shower. You can grab some extra pillows and a blanket from the cupboard,” I said and dashed inside my tiny bathroom. The warm water helped to sooth me somewhat, but when I stepped out fully clothed in my pyjamas, Trev was lying on my bed, still wide awake.

His eyes were like laser beams.

I glanced at the couch and noticed he hadn’t gotten the blanket and pillows I’d offered. I stood towelling dry my hair as his gaze travelled up and down my body. My legs were bare, and although my shorts weren’t the skimpiest in the world, I still felt very naked.

“Nice jammies.”

I rolled my eyes. “Shut up and get off my bed. I want to go to sleep.”

“Come here for a sec,” he whispered, his voice a husky rasp.

God give me the willpower to resist all the sex in his eyes.

I thought he’d dropped the subject, but he obviously hadn’t. He still wanted to shag me. It was written all over his face. The question was, was I strong enough to resist?

“You’re the most beautiful fucking woman I’ve ever known, do you know that?” he went on, eyes intent on me.

“That’s The Zombie talking.”

“No, it’s not. Come here,” he argued, reaching out and grabbing my hand. He pulled me down onto the bed so that my back was to his front, my body cradled between his thighs as he held me.

“T-trev –”

“Sing for me,” he whispered, his hands running up and down my arms and leaving goose bumps in their wake.

“What?”

“Sing for me. I’m obsessed with your voice.”

The low compliment made me shiver. I was sure he noticed how my skin was pebbling under his touch.

“What do you want me to sing?” I croaked.

“Anything.”

I thought on it a second, then closed my eyes and quietly started humming the intro to “Strong” by London Grammar. I adored this song, probably because it had always reminded me of Trev. My voice filled the room and Trev kept touching me as I sang. I stammered a little when his hand moved to my inner thigh, caressing, stroking, making me burn. I was so aroused I felt like I might burst with it.

Trev seemed peaceful, his breathing deep and even, and I fell into the lyrics. As I was nearing the end of the song he flipped us, and suddenly I was beneath him.

“Open your eyes.”

“I can’t.”

“Why?”

“You know why.”

“Please.”

His please was what did me in and I finally opened my eyes. I’d long since revealed all my demons to Trev, but it still cut me to the core to be reminded.

He tilted his head, never breaking eye contact as he started to move his hips. The warmth and understanding on his face made the momentary pain slide away, replaced with arousal. I hadn’t put any underwear on beneath my PJs, and everything felt like too much and not enough. Just a few measly bits of fabric separated us and every single one of my senses were heightened.

“What would it be like…” Trev murmured ponderously, almost like he hadn’t meant to say the words out loud.

I moaned when he pressed into me hard and it did something to him. He paused his movements and gripped my face. Time moved in slow motion when he took my mouth in a spine-tingling, bone-melting kiss. I was nothing but flesh and need when his tongue slid along mine and I opened for him. He grew frenzied when I kissed him back, his mouth and tongue and hands going everywhere.

“Trev…”

“I need you, Reya, just for tonight. Just give me tonight and then you can decide if you want to keep me.”

His words made my heart clench. Decide if I wanted to keep him? Of course I wanted him. Some days it felt like he was all I’d ever wanted, even when I tried to deny it to myself.

“Okay. Tonight,” I breathed and started tugging his shirt up over his head.

My sex throbbed when I took in the toned, cut lines of his chest and abs. I must’ve made some sort of horny noise, because he smirked as he grabbed my T-shirt and lifted it.

“My turn,” he whispered and I felt self-conscious when my top was gone and I was only in my bra. I didn’t have a flat stomach or a lady six-pack. I was soft and round, but I was feminine, and the men I’d been with in the past seemed to appreciate my body. Still, I was overtly aware of the fact that Trev didn’t go for women with my body type. I wondered if he’d ever been with a woman like me before.

“Jesus Christ,” he swore, his hands caressing the tops of my breasts.

He reached around and unhooked my bra at the back. It fell free and I’d never felt more self-conscious in my life.

“Ruined. You’re going to ruin me for anyone else, Reya Cabrera.”

He hovered over me now, his gaze devouring me as I held my breath. A gasp escaped me when he lowered his mouth to my nipple and sucked, a rough groan emanating from deep in his throat.

Okay, so maybe he did like what he saw.

He lavished my breasts with attention as I gripped each of his shoulders. Then he looked up and a wicked grin shaped his mouth.

“Trevor,” I breathed, almost in warning.