The Beauty of Us (Fusion #4)

“You like to be carried.” He says it as if that explains everything, and when we reach his bed, he lowers me to stand on the floor. “I need you to stand right here for a few minutes, okay?”

I nod and watch as he takes two steps back, his eyes pinned to my body, and he strips out of his T-shirt, reaching over his head and gripping it in that sexy way men do, whipping it off in one swift motion.

The next thing I know, he’s dropped his shorts as well, and he’s standing before me in only what God gave him.

And, I have to tell you, God was generous.

My knees feel weak and he isn’t even touching me.

He slowly steps back to me and kisses my forehead. His fingers tangle in my hair for a moment before he tugs the hem of my plain black shirt over my head and tosses it on the floor next to his things. His eyes are roaming all over me, and I have to say, he’s fantastic for my ego. The man is devouring me with his eyes.

I don’t know if I’ve ever had as intimate a moment with anyone else in my life.

His nimble fingers make quick work of my pants and underwear, and I’m standing naked before this sexy man.

I take a step back to the bed, but he shakes his head slowly back and forth.

“I said stay where you are.”

I cock a brow. “Bossy.”

“Oh yeah.” He smiles as he leans in to kiss my neck. “I’m bossy in the bedroom, sweetheart.”

“Oh, good.”

I feel him grin against my collarbone. “I’m going to enjoy every square inch of your beautiful body tonight.”

“Oh, good,” I repeat, and plunge my hands in his hair as he nibbles his way down to my breasts. My knees want to give.

“Don’t sit down,” he warns me. His voice is as gentle as the fingers brushing over my sides. “I will tell you when you can move.”

Do I like men this controlling when it comes to sex?

I wouldn’t know. No one I’ve ever been with has been this bossy. In fact, they’ve mostly been too cautious, waiting for me to make moves.

This is a whole new ball game.

And I like it. A lot.

Trevor squats in front of me, kisses down my stomach, around my navel, and down my pubis.

Thank God I got waxed last week.

“This is beautiful,” he whispers, and plants a wet kiss on my sensitive skin, just above my clit, then blows gently, giving me goose bumps. “I love how responsive you are.”

I can’t even talk. All I can do is focus all my energy on staying upright because my legs want to give out.

But I want to please him.

I guess I’ll have to hand in my feminist card.

His fingers trail down to my clit, barely brushing over it, and then sink into my lips. I brace myself on his strong shoulders, unable to keep my eyes open any longer.

I feel drunk on him.

“Fucking hell you’re wet.”

I nod in agreement because that’s all I can do.

“Does this feel good?”

I nod again.

“Are your knees feeling weak?”

“They always feel weak when I’m with you,” I reply honestly.

He doesn’t say anything for a long moment, so I open my eyes to find him gazing up at me with fire in his green eyes. His fingers are still working magic in my core.

I’m no virgin, but I’ve never felt anything like this.

“Sit on the bed.”

I oblige him, and in one swift motion, he urges me onto my back, covering me with his body. He kisses down my torso again, harder this time, biting and sucking. When he gets to my pussy, he doesn’t hesitate, he just sinks right in, licking and kissing, massaging my ass cheeks as he lifts me up to his mouth so he can devour me.

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

My hips won’t stop circling, following his tongue, begging for more. I’m gripping on to the blanket, every nerve ending in my body is zinging in pleasure.

He sinks two fingers inside me, and that’s it, I come apart, crying out his name as I come harder than I ever have before. He doesn’t let up as wave after wave takes me under and I’m left panting and sweating, moaning.

Is that my voice?

Before I have time to overthink anything, my legs are pushed up, knees to my shoulders, and he’s plunging inside me, watching me.

“You’re so fucking sexy.”

I grab his ass, pulling him, urging him to fuck me harder.

“You like it harder?”

I nod.

“I can’t go softly this time, Riley.” He’s breathing so hard, his pulse pounding in his neck. He lets my legs down so I can wrap them around his waist and he can cradle my head in his hands as he kisses me and fucks me.

I can’t help but clench around him with each thrust, and just as I feel the next orgasm push its way down my spine, he growls and grinds his pubic bone against me, coming hard.

Did that just happen?

Oh yeah. It happened.

He kisses my cheek, my neck, my forehead, and then slides to the side of me, taking his weight off me.

“My God.” He tugs me into his arms and hugs me tightly. “I’m sorry that was so fast. I’ve wanted you for what feels like years, and I just couldn’t hold back.”

“There was nothing wrong with what we just did,” I reply, and brush a lock of his hair off his forehead. “I guess now I know what all the fuss is about.”

He smiles, but wrinkles his nose. “You’re no virgin.”

“No, but this was . . . New.”

Suddenly he sits up, pinning me in a shocked expression.

“What’s wrong?”

“I didn’t use a condom. Oh my God, Riley, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay.” I wave him off and scratch my belly. “I’ve got that covered. Although I am assuming you’re healthy—”

“Perfectly healthy.”

“Me too.” I smile and rub his arm. “We’re good.”

“Thank God. I’ve never forgotten protection before.” He gazes at me as he lies next to me. “So now we both know what all the fuss is about.”

“I guess we do.” I want to ask him so many questions that I probably don’t want to know the answers to. So I keep quiet and just enjoy this moment, snuggled up with him after some pretty impressive sex, and will myself not to overthink this.

Just be happy, Riley.



“Good morning,” Trevor says with a sleepy voice from behind me. He’s spooning me.

“Good morning.” I crack an eye open. “Is it light out yet?”

“No, it’s only six thirty.” He pats my hip gently. “I just wake up early.”

“I do too,” I reply with a yawn, and lean back against him. My body is well sexed; muscles I forgot I had are already singing, and I haven’t even left the bed yet.

Of course, four rounds of energetic sex in one night will do that to a girl.

“Are you too sore?” he asks, as if he can read my mind.

“It feels good.” I smile back at him. “Kind of like being sore after the gym. You worked hard for that sore.”

“True.” He kisses my bare shoulder. “What time did you plan to go to work today?”

“Around nine,” I reply with a sigh. “I should get up soon and go home so I can get ready.”

“Give me just a few more minutes,” he says, holding on to me more tightly. We don’t say much, we just lie here, wrapped up in each other. It feels so good to be held. Touched.

Maybe it feels too good, but I’m going to keep following my advice from last night and not dwell or overthink.

“If you’ll give me fifteen minutes to get my shit together,” he says, “I’ll come with you.”