Page 11 of Shock to the Heart

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Page 11 of Shock to the Heart

"Oh my god, sounds awful. Let's do it."

We laugh and chat throughout the entire film, which is, unbelievably, better than it should have been. When it finishes, Trey turns off the TV. "Are you all relaxed now?"

"Yeah. Mostly." Then reality comes flooding back to me, and I remember how much still has to be done this weekend.

He frowns. "I can see you tense up every time the studio repair comes up. Look, you're doing the responsible thing. You're having it taken care of."

"But they can't know I was in the studio at all."

"Maybe you just went in for a minute to grab something?"

I shake my head. "No. I've avoided the studio like the plague for the past few years because Mom keeps pestering me to sing backups. She thinks the whole musical family vibe will shoot them to the top again. The woman is relentless. She can't know that I was in that room for anything."

As soon as Trey faces me, I see the look in his eyes. Something about having our bodies pressed together for a while now is making us both heat up.

"Tomorrow, we'll see how noticeable the repair is. If you think she might figure it out, we'll come up with a cast iron reason why you were in there." His hand lands lightly on my thigh, where he's been randomly caressing me for the past few hours. "I'm more concerned about you being well rested so that you can sing tomorrow, to be honest. I'd hate for you to only have a short window of time, and not be at your best."

"That's very sweet of you to think like that." Though really, everything about Trey is sweet. It's hard to imagine what it would be like to have a boyfriend like him.

"I think maybe I should help you relax a little more. Then I'll do that last thin coat of plaster, and get out of your lovely hair for the night." He grins at my pouty expression. "Yeah, the thought of staying over briefly crossed my mind too. But I don't want you getting any ideas, cutie. I'm a relatively proper man who wants to start this relationship off on the right foot."

My breath stutters as my heart slams wildly in my chest. He actually used the word relationship. Without me prodding.

Trey turns slightly, pulling me to him as his lips meander along the side of my throat. His hand skims up my thigh and over my hip to grip my waist.

Every touch makes me light up, although as I wrap my arms around him, I feel a slight twinge of embarrassment. I have no idea what I'm doing here. I don't know what steps are supposed to take place. All I know is that I want to be close to him in every way I can.

His fingertips sneak underneath my shirt, then skim along my ribs. "Do you want me to stop?" he murmurs, as his mouth hovers over mine.

"No."

He kisses me lightly, then gives me a smile and a wink. "I feel like you're nervous. Would it help if I told you exactly what I'd like to do?"

I'm already nodding. "Yes, please."

He kisses the tip of my nose. "First, I want to kiss you. Then I want to push up your shirt and suck on your nipples until I hear those little moans that drive me crazy. Then I want to slip a hand into your panties and caress your hot little pussy until you come while I'm kissing you."

I can hardly breathe, so I simply nod eagerly.

"Is that a good plan?" he asks as his hand slips higher, caressing my breast.

"Y-yes. A v-very good plan."

"Of course, if you change your mind at any time, just say the word."

I already know I won't. I grab his shoulder, pulling him tight against me. His warmth, the bulk of his huge body… Feeling pinned by him like this ignites my long-ignored lust.

Something changes in the way he kisses me. The way he holds me. We end up facing each other across the wide couch, with him on the outside.

He slowly pushes up my shirt, and for a brief flash I remember: we've only known each other for twenty-four hours. Yet it's so right. I can feel it in the backs of my knees, in the way I shiver as his palm circles my breast. My entire body wants him to touch me.

His head tilts as he kisses me more deeply, my moans mingling with the noises of the couch creaking under the weight of our bodies. He tears his lips away with a low growl. "You're so sexy, Electra. Been driving me crazy from the second I laid eyes on you."

This incredible man is hungry…for me. It lights me up from the inside and makes my body start to feel hot and bothered even before he dips his head down to wrap his lips around my nipple. My soft sigh makes his eyes glow.

He takes complete control, caressing my breasts, tonguing my nipple, holding me close. I sink into his touch, then gasp as I realize the thick, hard ridge of his shaft is jutting all the way out the top of his jeans. It makes sense that a man this large would be a big boy. Good. I want to be overwhelmed.

His right hand snakes into the back of my hair as his teeth scrape lightly over my nipple. His left hand skims down my stomach, then straight into my yoga pants and inside my panties. Rough fingertips brush my outer pussy lips, leaving me fluttering and gasping.




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