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She just never would have imagined
that Trevor was open to having one with her. "What are the rules?
Not that I'm agreeing to this, but I want to know what you would
expect," she asked when she couldn't remember talking to Trevor
about that part. It must have been when she passed out, although
she did remember one particularly memorable comment Trevor made as
he helped her into bed last night.

"And I am not calling you a god after
sex," she said, rolling her eyes.

"We'll see," Trevor said, nudging her
out of the bathroom and towards the bed.

She sat down, resisting the urge to
move away when Trevor sat down next to her, making sure their towel
clad thighs touched.

"The rules are pretty simple," he
began as he took one of her hands into both of his so that he could
toy with her fingers. "As long as we're sleeping together we don't
sleep with anyone else."

"Okay," she said hesitantly. "What if
we started seeing other people?"

"Until we get serious or start
sleeping with them then we're fine, but the minute that happens our
arrangement is over."

She nodded.

"I need to make one thing clear, Zoe,"
he said, looking down at her. "This is just sex, Zoe. I don't want
a relationship anymore than you do," he said. "If at any time
either one of us wants to stop, it ends. No hurt feelings and no
drama."

"That's fine," she said, liking this
situation more and more. This could really work for, heck for both
of them. She didn't want a relationship right now and was under
absolutely no illusion that Trevor would want one from her. They
were casual enough friends, she guessed, that this arrangement
should be able to work out without worrying about becoming too
attached to each other. It was a simple arrangement, one that
benefited both of them.

When one of them got sick of the
situation, most likely Trevor, they would be able to end things
without worry and go back to their old relationship, which wasn't a
hell of a lot, but that was a plus right now because becoming
intimate wouldn't ruin it.

"We're not dating. This is just sex,
plain and simple. Can you handle that?" he asked, stopping his
ministrations on her fingers as he waited for her
answer.

Yes she could. She was in no position
to get involved in a serious relationship. As much as she wanted
sex she also didn't want the hassle of having to answer to someone
or having to take a chance on a stranger. Following through with
this arrangement with Trevor would make her feel more comfortable
and she wouldn't have to worry about hurt feelings in the end
because they both knew what this was and what they
wanted.

"And this arrangement stays between
us?" she asked, knowing if he couldn't keep this a secret she'd end
it before it started. It was nobody's business what she did. She
also didn't want to have people talking behind her back.

"I wouldn't have it any other way,"
Trevor said huskily as his eyes dipped to her cleavage.

"Can you answer something for me?" she
asked, genuinely surprised that he'd be willing to get into an
arrangement with her. "Why do you want to do this with me? You
could probably get any woman you wanted into bed?"

"Well," he said with a sly little grin
as he dipped his head and pressed a kiss to her neck, making her
gasp softly, "you're discreet, you know where we stand, and I want
you," he said, creating a trail of lingering kisses to her
ear.

She noticed he didn't say anything
like she was beautiful or pretty and she forced herself not to be
disappointed. It was more than enough that a man like Trevor wanted
her at all and she wasn't about to screw this up before it
started.

Chapter
16

"We're really going to do this?" Zoe
asked, slightly panting.

"Not unless you don't want to," he
said, praying she wouldn't tell him to stop. If she told him to
stop he would, but he wasn't sure he'd survive. She tasted so damn
good and felt even better.

Her skin was so soft and warm, he
thought as he pushed off the bed, never taking his mouth away from
her neck as he moved to kneel on the floor in front of her, gently
pushing her legs apart as he settled himself between
them.

As he licked and kissed his way down
to her cleavage he reached down and yanked his towel off and let it
drop. When he reached up to do the same for Zoe she stopped him by
grabbing her towel and held it tightly against her chest. He
pressed one last kiss to the top slope of her breast and sat
back.

"What's wrong?" he asked, reaching up
to push back a loose strand of that mahogany hair that he once
foolishly thought was plain. Now he realized how beautiful it was
with natural hues of light brown running through it. He also liked
that it made her baby blue eyes brighter, almost as if they
glowed.

When she started that little nervous
habit of worrying her bottom lip and looking downward as she
noticeably tightened her grip on the towel, he wondered if she was
changing her mind. He really hoped she wasn't. He needed this so
damn badly that he was in actual physical pain now. Never in his
life had he wanted a woman this badly before and he knew if he
didn't have her and get her out of his system that nothing in his
life would ever be right again.

"Don't tell me you're getting shy on
me," he teased softly, noting the rather lovely blush creeping up
her cheeks. "Holy shit, you are," he blurted out, earning a glare
from her.

"Sweet--Zoe," he said, catching
himself in time before he said something foolish. This was an
arrangement, nothing more and he wouldn't hurt her or confuse her
by using endearments to make her think otherwise. "I just saw you
naked not ten minutes ago," he pointed out gently.

"I know," she murmured hesitantly as
she continued to worry her bottom lip, making him a little more
nervous.

Please don't change your
mind, Zoe
, he chanted in his head as he
dropped his hands away from her towel and placed them on her knees
to see how she'd react. When she didn't shove his hands away or
flinch, he took that as a good sign.

"It's just that," she clasped the
towel in one hand and dropped the other on her leg where she began
to absently trace his fingers, "you surprised me in the shower and
I was so focused on trying to figure out what happened last night
and why you were naked in my bathroom that I didn't give it much
thought."

"And now....," he prompted.

She raised her eyes and looked at him
and he had to fight back the urge to pull her into his arms and
hold her. Zoe looked so miserable and scared. She pulled her hand
away from his and joined the other one in holding the towel against
her as a shield.

"And now I'm not sure you're going to
want to do this," she mumbled, sounding defeated.

"Why wouldn't I want to do this, Zoe?
It was my idea and believe me when I tell you I've been thinking
about doing this for a while now," he said, running his hands
slowly up and down her towel covered legs to offer comfort and
because he could not sit here and not touch her.

"Yeah right," she said, snorting her
disbelief. "I'm sure you've been tossing and turning at night,
trying desperately to get me out of your head," she said
sarcastically.

He chuckled as he ran his hands back
down to her knees and with a simple move, slid them back up her
legs and beneath the towel, earning an intriguing little gasp from
Zoe. "I wouldn't exactly say I've been tossing and turning, but I
will admit that you've starred in a few interesting fantasies that
have kept me up at night," he said, groaning softly as his hands
ran over warm smooth soft skin.

Touching Zoe was like nothing he'd
ever experienced before. He'd dated a lot of women in the past and
none of them were as soft as Zoe. They were either too thin,
covered in smooth muscle or slightly soft, but had perfect figures
or he wouldn't have dated them. At least he'd thought they had at
the time. Maybe they had, but right now nothing turned him on more
than Zoe, a complication that he planned on working out of his
system with plenty of sex until he grew bored with her and could
return to his usual type and find the woman of his
dreams.

"You don't have to lie to convince me
to do this," Zoe said, trying to shift back on the bed, but he
wasn't having that. He gently cupped her bare hips and held her
where he wanted her.

"I may be a lot of things, Zoe, but
I'm not a liar. You're not my usual type, I'll admit that," he
said, not at all surprised when she simply nodded her agreement
instead of acting hurt like a lot of women he'd dated in the past
would have done, earning his respect. He appreciated her
no-nonsense attitude. "Right now I want you, Zoe, but like you I'm
not looking for a relationship," he partially lied.

He just wasn't looking for a
relationship with her.

He waited anxiously for her to say
something and finally after a minute she mumbled, "But I'm fat,"
she said, sounding so damn distraught that he had to fight back a
smile.

"And you're afraid that will turn me
off?" he guessed after she became quiet once again.

"Zoe," he sighed her name as he leaned
forward and brushed his lips against hers, surprising her and just
because he couldn't help himself he kissed her again, taking his
time to taste her lips and damn near groaning when she moved her
lips, hesitantly at first, against his.

When she released her death grip on
her towel so that she could fist her hands in his hair and she
opened her mouth for his invasion he had to force himself not to
thrust forward and bury himself to the hilt. It had been five years
for her and he didn't want to scare her off with his desperation
for her.

One simple kiss and he was ready to
explode. That had never happened to him before. He'd always been
calm and collected during sex, making sure to cover all of the
bases, foreplay, condom and an orgasm for his partner before he
allowed himself one, but right now he was struggling not to fuck
her hard for the relief he desperately needed. Had he ever wanted a
woman more? He didn't think so and wasn't going to look too much
into that at the moment since he was struggling to stay in
control.

"I missed this," Zoe moaned into his
mouth.

"Kissing?" he asked, groaning when she
slid her warm little tongue against his.

"Mmmhmmm," she said against his mouth
as her hands slowly slid away from his hair and down his back only
to come around the front and gently trace his chest and stomach,
driving him out of his mind and making him wish she'd slide her
hands a little south and trace something else that needed her
attention.

When her hands slid around to his back
and down until they cupped his ass whatever control he had snapped.
He deepened the kiss, devouring her mouth with more passion than
he'd ever felt in his life. He ripped her towel away, ignoring her
shocked gasp as he moved over her, urging her back up on the bed
until he settled his weight on top of her, forcing her to lie back
as he lost his goddamn mind.

He ground his erection between her
legs as he reached between them and took one large soft breast in
his hand and squeezed it, making them both moan long and loud. She
felt good....no, correction she felt fucking fantastic, especially
when she spread her legs further to cradle him better.

She ran her hands over his back, over
his ass and back up to fist in his hair as he ground his erection
between her hot wet slit. He was so tempted to pull back and shove
his cock in her without a condom, something he'd never done before
in his life, but even in his current state he wouldn't allow
himself to do it no matter how much his body ached for
it.

"That feels
so
good," she said on
soft groan. "More," she demanded as she covered his mouth with her
own and rolled her hips up against him, making him smile. Seems his
little tenant was a bossy little thing in bed, his favorite kind of
bed buddy. He hated taking a woman to bed who just laid there or
did whatever he wanted without question. He especially hated those
little fake moans and groans that some of them did when he barely
touched them because they thought it was hot. It wasn't. If
anything it was really annoying and distracting.

With Zoe he knew he could count on her
making sure that she enjoyed herself, he thought as his eyes nearly
crossed in his head as she suckled his tongue the same time she
slid her soaking wet slit down to his balls and did this little
twist and roll with her hips that had him panting and fighting for
control.

Five years was a long time to go
without sex and he was going to make sure it was good for her, he
decided as he forced himself to slow down and give her body the
attention it deserved. With any other woman he would have viewed
this simply as the steps he had to take if he wanted sex. With Zoe
it didn't feel like a chore. With her he wanted to taste, touch,
and learn every spot on her body.

He gave her one last deep kiss before
he broke off, pleased by her little whimper of protest as he kissed
and licked his way down her neck. By the time he reached her
breasts he was forced to shift his erection away from her because
of their difference in height. As much as he missed the contact it
was probably for the best. In another minute or so and he probably
would have lost it like a kid and embarrassed the hell out of
himself.