The Beauty of Us (Fusion #4)

“Very handy,” he agrees, and kisses my cheek now. “Run away with me, Ri.”

I giggle and try to slip away, but he wraps his arms around me, not caring in the least that he’s just let go of his towel, effectively letting it fall to our feet.

“You’re irresistible,” he murmurs in my ear.

“You’re just smelling the cupcakes.” I giggle and lean into him, enjoying his playful touch.

“The cupcakes are a close second,” he says, and pulls away. “I’m going to put on some clothes real quick. Don’t go away.”

He retrieves his towel, but doesn’t bother wrapping it around him, and I have a prime view of his perfect ass, including the dimples above the cheeks, and his sculpted back as he walks away to the bedroom.

“Fuck me,” I breathe, and fan my face. Part of me wants to run after him, tackle him to the bed, and have my wicked way with him.

Do it!

But he’s fast, because just as I’m about to chase him down, he returns wearing an old T-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts.

And still manages to look sexier than my hormones can handle.

How does he do that?

“Do I have something on my shirt?” he asks, looking down.

“No.” I shake my head and turn back to the cupcakes. “Sorry. So, Mia made these today. She bakes when she’s too stressed out. She sent them with me as a peace offering.”

“Well, I won’t say she shouldn’t have because those look amazing.”

“You have no idea,” I reply with a wink. “Here’s the movie.”

He takes it from me and walks into the small living room to cue it up.

“Where did you get this?” he asks.

“It’s Landon’s,” I reply. “He was just as shocked as you when I told him I hadn’t seen it before.”

“Well, we’re going to fix that.”

I set the cupcakes on the coffee table and we both sit on the couch, cuddled up to each other. It’s amazing how I just fit into the crook of his shoulder. His arm is draped down my back, hand resting on my hip as the movie starts.

He reaches for a cupcake, peels back the paper and takes a bite, then offers me a bite, which I happily take.

“Oh my God,” I say, my mouth full. “So good.”

I glance up at him, and he’s watching me intently through those glasses, his green eyes on fire.

“What?”

“Say that again, and we won’t make it through this movie.”

“No?”

“No. I’ll fuck you right here on the couch.”

And just like that, my panties are soaked and a shiver runs down my spine.

“That’s not exactly a horrible threat,” I whisper, watching his lips. They tip up on one side with a sexy grin.

“I really want you to see this.”

“I really want to see it too.”

“Okay, then.”

But before he can turn back to the movie, I push up and lick some chocolate frosting off the side of his lip.

“You had a—”

“Riley,” he growls, and throws his head back on the couch. “Killing me.”

“Sorry.” I clear my throat and turn my attention back to the television. “So, that old guy is a Jedi?”

“Yes. That’s Obi-Won Kenobi.”

“I thought Ewan McGregor played him.”

“He does, in the prequels.”

“Oh.” I nod, as if I get it, but I don’t get it at all. “Why aren’t we watching the prequels first?”

“Because we’re watching them in the order they were released,” he replies. “Trust me, it’ll be great.”

I nod again and watch for a long while in silence, taking bites of cupcakes and leaning my head on Trevor’s shoulder.

I have no idea what is happening in the movie.

And I don’t even care. All I know is, Trevor’s hard body is pressed against mine, and he’s warm and strong and my libido is in overdrive.

Jesus, I understand that he wants to take things kind of slow because we’re not just a fling, but how long is a girl supposed to wait before the guy she’s hot after attacks her?

And why am I waiting for him to make the first move? We’re living in the twenty-first century, for fuck sake.

“God, I love this part,” he says, his eyes pinned to the screen. The fist not holding on to my hip is fisted, and he’s just all tensed up, and I can’t stand it anymore.

I want him.

Now.

So I straddle him, grab his face in my hands, and kiss the fuck out of him. When I pull away, he’s smiling up at me, his hands firmly planted on my ass.

“What’s that for?”

“I want you to show me your lightsaber,” I reply, and bite his lower lip. “Right now.”

“I had no idea that Star Wars would have this effect on you.”

“I know, who knew?” I settle against him more firmly, my core rubbing against his already hard cock through his basketball shorts.

They don’t leave anything to the imagination.

And rather than push me away, his grip on my ass tightens and he pulls me against him.

“Do you just hate it and this is your way to distracting me?”

“No.” I shove my fingers through his hair and smile. “I don’t hate it. But I do want you, and if it’s all the same to you, I’d rather not wait anymore.”

“I don’t want to push you too fast,” he says as his hands roam up and down my back, my sides, and over my ass. His hands are just everywhere, and dear, sweet baby Jesus, they’re amazing.

“Trust me when I say, this is not too fast for me.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m not going to beg for it,” I reply, and sit back just a bit so I can see his face. I take a deep breath, trying to clear my underfucked head so I can try to read his face. “If you’re not ready, just say so.”

He doesn’t answer me; instead a slow smile spreads over his ridiculously handsome face and his hands gentle as he drags them over my sides to my chest.

He cups a breast in each hand, over my shirt, and continues to watch my face as X-wing Starfighters zip around on the TV behind me.

“I’m going to mute that,” he finally says as he reaches for the remote and cuts the sound. “I’d rather hear you.”

“I don’t usually make much noise.”

“No?”

I shake my head and bite my lip, suddenly a bit shy. Not that I want to stop, because I definitely don’t. But now that it’s here, I’m not sure what to do.

I hope he knows what he’s doing, or else we’re in for a night full of embarrassing moments.

“You’ve also never had sex with me,” he says softly.

“True.”

“So we don’t know if you’ll make a lot of noise when I’m inside you.”

Fucking hell.

My pussy shivers, thighs tense.

“You like it when I talk dirty, Riley?”

I nod and close my eyes when he glides the pad of his thumbs over my nipples, still over the shirt.

I need to get rid of these clothes.

We both need to strip.

But I can’t bring myself to move quite yet.

“What else do you like?”

“Everything you’re doing right now is fantastic,” I reply, and sigh when he lifts his hips, rubbing himself against me.

“If I do something you don’t like, just say so, okay?”

“I can do that.”

“Good girl.”

And suddenly he stands up, carrying me to the bedroom.

“You’re strong. I’m not a tiny girl.”