Perfection, Page 32

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  "Demanding little thing," he growled approvingly against her lips as he worked the condom over his erection.

  There really was nothing better than a woman who knew what she wanted in bed and went for it. Never in a million years would he have thought that his little tenant was this aggressive. He was beyond happy that she wasn't going to be some meek little thing just lying back, spreading and letting him do whatever he wanted like so many of the women he'd slept with before.

  She reached down and ran her hand over his condom covered erection, giving it a gentle tug that had him hissing in a breath. He cupped her face with one hand as his other hand teasingly slid down her smooth back and over her luscious bottom, giving it a small squeeze before he moved it down between her legs. She shifted, opening her legs wider for him without any hesitation.

  Gently, he traced the wet slit with his fingertips, smiling against her lips as she tilted her h*ps and pushed back, taking his finger inside her tight sheath. He slid his finger in and out of her slowly, enjoying her little moans of pleasure against his mouth.

  "Get on your back," she demanded, against his mouth, making him chuckle.

  He may enjoy the fact that she was a bossy little thing in the bedroom, but that didn't mean he was going to let her call the shots. . . . . at least not all the time and especially not their first time.

  "On your stomach, Zoe," he said, pulling away as he gave her bottom a gentle swat that had her licking her lips.

  Aw hell. . . . . . . .

  He finally found a woman who liked her ass spanked. Something he'd have to remember later, much later. Right now he had other plans for her.

  "On your stomach," he said again, watching her and waiting to see if she was going to argue. So when she only glared at him after she sent a look of longing to his c**k and got onto her stomach without an argument he was a little surprised, but then again it had been five years since she had sex. She was also an eager little thing, he remembered with a grin as he reached over her and grabbed a pillow.

  Chapter 17

  "Lift your hips, Zoe," Trevor said softly.

  Gripping the comforter, Zoe did just that as she worried her bottom lip. She could not believe she was doing this. Well, not the sex part. She'd always liked sex and over the past five years she'd really missed it. It was one of those things she'd hoped to do again, soon, really soon.

  What she couldn't believe was that her gorgeous landlord, a man totally drool worthy was turned on by her. She shouldn't even be a blip on his radar. Where he was hot and incredibly handsome she was, well. . . . . . . . . .

  She was not. Good looking that is. She knew she wasn't ugly, but she knew most people wouldn't rate her above a five and that was being generous. She was plain looking and still overweight. Even to attract a guy she hadn't been able to make herself go through with the makeover the lady at the makeup counter had offered. She just wasn't a girly girl and probably never would be.

  Although her new clothes and undergarments made her feel more feminine she knew she would never be someone guys tripped over themselves to get to or even someone like Haley, who seemed to make every guy smile and fall all over themselves to make happy. She was just average with absolutely nothing special about her and she'd accepted that fact and was even fine with it.

  One day when she had her act together she'd find a nice average guy and live in an average home and lead an average life. In all honesty it was something for a girl like her to aspire to. After her childhood and the last few years an average life with an average guy sounded like a fairytale. But for right now she was going to enjoy having this incredibly handsome man in her bed for as long as his moment of insanity lasted, because she knew one day he'd come to his senses and go find a woman in his league and once again forget that she even existed.

  Until then she was going to enjoy every minute with him.

  "Are you sure you're ready?" he asked in a husky voice as he placed the pillow beneath her stomach and gently encouraged her to lie back down.

  Was she ready?

  Was he kidding?

  "Five years, Trevor. Five long years," she stressed, licking her lips in anticipation.

  He chuckled softly. "I'll take that as a 'yes. '"

  She was about to open her mouth and demand that he get on with it when she felt him press a kiss against her left cheek. A moan may have escaped her. She'd never had a man pay so much attention to her bottom before and was surprised to discover just how much she liked it.

  He pressed a kiss to the right cheek before she felt him move over her and his erection slide between her cheeks.

  "Oh god," she choked out as he gripped her hip and ground himself against her. Even though all of his attention right now was on her bottom it was a different part of her that ached and throbbed in reaction.

  "Ready?" he whispered against her ear.

  Unable to talk at this point, she nodded.

  "Here we go," he said softly, pulling away. Seconds later he was positioned between her legs. "Nice and slow," he promised her as he pushed the large tip of his erection inside of her.

  "We're going to take this nice and slow," he said tightly to her or himself, she wasn't sure. All she knew was that nothing ever felt as good as Trevor Bradford sliding inside her.

  She wanted to thrust back, but his weight on top of her stopped her from doing anything more than lying there. It was pure hell lying there and needing him so damn badly. He was barely halfway inside of her when he pulled out and slid back in.

  "Nice and slow," he said through what sounded like clenched teeth as he continued his agonizingly slow pace that was killing her.

  At this point she couldn't even find the words to beg him to move faster and she desperately wanted him to move faster. He felt so good, so incredibly good.

  "You feel so damn good, baby," he said, turning her on more than she ever thought possible. She knew he didn't really mean the endearment, but right now she allowed herself to enjoy the way it made her feel.

  "I could stay in you forever," he said, groaning as he pressed hot wet kisses against the back of her neck as he slowly thrust inside of her. She'd never made love to a man in this position, but there was something about having a man lying on top of her and taking her from behind and not being able to move that was intensely erotic.

  "Do you like this?" he asked, pressing a kiss against the corner of her mouth.

  "Yes," she said, tilting her head back so she could kiss him. The kiss started off slow, but soon turned hungry as Trevor slid his hands over her arms until their hands met and their fingers entwined.

  His slow pace started to become a little less controlled and a little more frantic as he started to thrust into her harder. One minute she was kissing him and loving the way he made her feel and the next she was crying out her release.

  She barely heard Trevor when he muttered tightly, "Next time, damn it. I'll make it good next time. " Before she could register his words he was slamming into her from behind and she loved every single second of it.

  Before her five year stint she'd had a few lovers. They were attentive and she'd guess they were good lovers since they always made sure she found her moment, but they never made her feel like they were desperate for her or couldn't get enough of her. They'd certainly never lost control like Trevor was currently doing.