32. Willa
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
WILLA
I lied. It’s been an hour, and there’s not a tired bone in my body.
Not while Trevor’s kiss replays in my mind like it’s my new favorite love ballad.
He’s crazy about me ? The way I latched onto him while we kissed, it’s blaringly obvious I’m falling for him too.
I wring my hands, ruminating on the week and what it all means for me.
For him. For us . Is there even an us? Do I want there to be ?
He shared things with me tonight that I never would have guessed he went through.
Things that tie my stomach in knots when I think about that sweet man experiencing anything other than the peace and protection he so freely gives.
I only ever want to imagine him surrounded by the loving family he has now, not as a terrified child dealing with the aftermath of the unthinkable.
And yet, he shared it with me . He thinks so highly of me that I’m the first woman he’s ever brought home to see that side of him.
He let me into the most vulnerable parts of his life, and I’m scared as hell I won’t meet his expectations.
Trevor’s a forever. The kind of man you settle down with when you’re sure of what you want, and not a minute before.
I haven’t looked that far ahead with anyone.
It never really seemed to matter. Before now .
It’s scary to admit that I can see it—see him— as I look to the future.
Us, and whoever this little one grows up to be.
I freeze as the door creaks open. Trevor pushes it closed behind him, making no attempts to come closer. “…You alright, Gem?”
“Yeah, just…” Nerves bubble out of me in light laughter, my confliction becoming crystal clear.
Glancing at my clutched fingers, I shake out my hands.
One deep breath for courage helps me quickly make up the rest of my mind.
“ Stressed . I’m just stressed.” I bite my lip, letting my eyes trail up his long legs, his chiseled torso, his strong arms, until they reach his burning gaze.
His eyes stay locked to mine as he walks toward me, my pounding heart echoing with each of his steps. “Stressed, huh?”
I nod.
“And you, uh, want some help with your… stress ?” His voice deepens into a husky rumble, leaving me throbbing between the legs and panting shamelessly.
I nod again.
Trevor drops to his knees in front of me, wedging himself between my legs. He reaches up and grips my chin, tracing my bottom lip with his thumb. Air staccatos out of me, and his eyes darken. “I want your words, Willa.”
“Y-yes,” I squeak out, eyes fluttering as his touch sears into me. “I want you to help me with my stress.”
His other hand skirts up my thigh, only stopping once he gets to my waist. With one swift tug, he pulls me forward, my dress rolling up to my hips as he brings my ass to the edge of the bed. Our lips are a whisper away. “You remember what I need from you?”
I nod, and he quirks an eyebrow. “Please, Tre,” I whisper against him.
A growl vibrates from his chest as he pulls my dress over my head.
“There’s my pretty girl.” His mouth meets mine, our tongues greeting in a feverish dance.
As soon as my head lands on the mattress, his lips tease down my chin and suction to my neck, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
He unclasps my bra and flings it across the room.
I reach for the back of his head to guide him down to where I want him, but he pins my wrists to the bed.
“Nope. I’m in control this time.” His deepened voice sends shudders through me.
The slow flick of his tongue over my nipple makes me moan, the warm strokes sending pleasure straight down to my toes until they curl.
He loosens his grip, and my body trembles when his breath fans over me.
I claw at his shoulders with a gasp as he tugs my nipple with his teeth, soothing the sting with a slow draw.
My hips buck impatiently while he kisses a trail down to my navel.
“Look at you…” He tuts. “You just can’t help yourself, can you? ”
Damn sure can’t . I’m losing my mind a little more with every kiss he etches me with. I need him to mark every inch of me.
He works off my leggings, and they fly across the room too. “You ever wear panties, Willa? Damn.”
“Not if I can help it.” I pant. Inch-by-fucking-inch, he traces his tongue down my body, focusing everywhere except where I want him.
“Spread for me,” he mumbles against my skin.
I can’t splay my legs fast enough. “Tsk, so impatient. I told you. I’m taking my time.
” Kissing the inside of my thigh, he slides a knuckle through my slit, fucking growling as it glides through the slickness.
“I want to memorize every inch of your body.”
I gasp as he swirls my clit. My hips roll, seeking him for entry. “The stress, Tre. Please .”
He snickers, making another slow pass with his finger, and then he’s devouring me.
I buck against him, moaning and begging him to never stop.
There’s not a chance in hell I’m lasting more than a few minutes with him like this.
Once he reaches a hand up and rubs his thumb across my nipple, it’s over for me.
I’m gone, blissed out in a vortex of warm static.
I scratch the back of his head, pressing his face to my pussy while he hungrily laps me up.
“Fuck , I’ve missed you, beautiful,” he mumbles, his tongue rolling leisurely as if he’s settling in for a conference call with my clit. “Taste just like I remember, sweetheart.”
“A-are you talking to my puss?—?”
“Shh, it’s been a long time,” he mumbles. “Let me enjoy this reunion.”
My eye roll takes a blurry excursion to the back of my head when his finger curls inside me.
Everything’s black, then flashes of color twinkle like Christmas lights behind my eyelids.
I levitate as I cry out, my back arching when my orgasm surges through me in waves.
“You’re all mine, aren’t you?” This man just sucked me into a stupor, but that question may send me to Elysium.
I collapse on the bed, chest heaving, thoughts jumbled while Trevor slowly kisses my pulsing clit like he can’t get enough of me.
I’ve never felt this before, the utter desire emanating from someone I’m with.
Tears slip down toward my hairline when I realize I didn’t have a visceral reaction to him calling me sweetheart and beautiful .
I wipe them, but not quickly enough to escape Trevor’s attention.
“Willa?” He slides onto the bed next to me.
I don’t dare open my eyes, knowing I’ll lose it if the look on his face matches the worry in his voice. “Hey, let me in… Was this too much?”
“No. Not too much.” I swipe at my cheeks and blow out a breath, trying to organize my words before I turn to face him.
When I open my eyes, his own track a nervous course over my face.
“It was perfect. You were perfect. It’s just…
” Another tear slips, and he’s quick to wipe it away.
“The pet names. For the first time, I didn’t hate it.
And the only reason I’m crying about it is because I’m pregnant. ”
His soft smile wraps around me, clearing the haze in my head until all I see is him.
“Willa, let me redefine those words for you. I’ll mold them into something pristine and new, something to remind you how wondrous you are.
No matter how long it takes, I’ll transform every meager memory of those words until all you’ve ever known is my voice using them in adoration. Until they only ever meant you. ”
I’m speechless. Trevor holds my cheek in his hand, having no idea he juggles my heart at the same time. When he presses a kiss on my lips, it’s the most familiar feeling. Home .
“Will you let me do that for you, sweetheart?” He drops his forehead to mine. “Allow me to care for you?”
Despite the fresh tears welling in my eyes, I smile. “I will.”
Trevor smirks as he sits, surprising me with a gentle hand on my belly. “You’re starting to show, beautiful. Have you noticed?”
“Yeah. A few days ago.”
He leans down and places the sweetest kiss on my stomach. “I can’t wait to meet you,” he whispers to the baby. My insides melt into flutters.
Helping me off the bed, he drops another kiss on my lips, the taste of me on his tongue getting me going again. All I can think about is his dick.
“You go ahead and take the shower first.”
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea…” I say. His eyebrows dip while he waits for me to finish. “I just…feel the stress building again.”
“Oh, really?”
I trail my fingers down his chest as I step past him toward the bathroom, taking slow strides. “ So much stress , Tre.”
He chuckles, but when I turn back, his eyes are an inferno. “You’re trouble.”
“Not trouble… Stressed . But I guess I can manage on my own if you’re tire?—”
Trevor whips his shirt over his head as he breezes into the bathroom, walking right to the frosted shower door and flipping on the water. “You want me to get a condom?”
“What are you gonna do? Get me pregnant?”
“Good point. Uh, there hasn’t been anyone since you… I’m all clear, and I?—”
“You always talk so much?” I tease.
Quirking an eyebrow, he checks his watch, then unbuckles it as his foot taps on the floor. “I’m waiting on you . ”
I scoff, grabbing my silk scrunchie from the counter and securing my hair on the top of my head. My eyes wander over the small patch of curly hair at the center of his chest. “I’m coming.”
“Not yet”—he grabs my waist—“but you will.” Hauling me to him, he silences my surprise with a plunging kiss.