Chapter 22 #2
“Are you hiding a tattoo of my name declaring your undying love for me?” Trevor mused, actually liking the idea of his name somewhere on her body, letting every asshole in the future know that they’d never rate.
His response surprised him, especially since the few times a girlfriend had gotten herself inked with his name had actually irritated the shit out of him.
He hadn’t appreciated their little games to try and tie him down, earn a declaration of love from him, or try to guilt him into getting their names tattooed on his body.
He’d never hesitated in telling them to have a nice life after that, but the idea of having his name on Zoe actually turned him on so he decided to ignore her little snort of laughter.
“Hmmm, is that it?” Trevor asked, scanning her soft pale back and ass. Actually, he wouldn’t mind seeing his name on her beautiful ass. Then again, the idea of having his name just below her navel or on her breast was just as hot.
“No, now can you let me up?” Zoe asked, renewing her struggles to get away from him.
“Not until I figure out what you’re hiding,” he said, releasing one ankle so that he could reach down and give her bottom a squeeze.
“I’m not hiding anything, so stop groping my ass, you pervert!” Zoe snapped as she renewed her struggle but, thankfully, was careful not to kick out at him, which his balls truly appreciated.
“But I like your ass,” Trevor pointed out, palming the other cheek.
“I think everyone in the neighborhood knows how much you like my ass! Now let go of me!” He chuckled at that accusation, knowing that she was probably right.
Over the past couple of months, he may have had a problem with keeping his hands to himself when they were outside taking care of the yard or taking Toby for a walk. It was all her fault, of course.
“I guess whatever you’re hiding must be on the front,” Trevor said, ignoring her threats to kick his poor balls again and flipped her over onto her back.
He sighed heavily when she made a lame-ass attempt to cover herself.
Surprisingly, or rather not surprisingly, she wasn’t trying to cover the naughty bits that he loved so much, but her soft, slightly rounded stomach and thighs that he fucking adored.
“What are you doing?” Trevor asked, sighing heavily as she tried to roll onto her side, probably to further hide herself from his view.
“Close your eyes!” Zoe yelled, twisting to the other side when he wouldn’t allow her to curl up.
“Why exactly am I covering my eyes?”
“Sunlight, damn it! Sunlight!” Zoe snapped a bit hysterically, he thought as he ran his eyes over her body, enjoying the way her breasts jiggled with every pathetic attempt to hide her body from his view.
“What exactly does the sun being out have to do with anything?” Trevor asked as he reached down and absently ran his hand over his hardening cock.
“Because it illuminates everything, damn it! Now, hide your eyes!” she said, giving up on her useless attempts to escape and went back to covering herself.
“Move your hands, Zoe,” Trevor murmured quietly as he continued stroking himself.
“No, you’ll see me,” she mumbled, sounding so distraught and unhappy that he had to laugh.
“Baby, we’ve been having sex for several months. Trust me when I tell you that I’ve seen every single inch of your body.”
For a moment, she only worried her bottom lip as she continued to cover herself.
Finally, she stubbornly shook her head and with a frustrated sigh, he released her ankle and his erection.
She lost no time in reaching over the edge of the bed and snatching up one of the blankets off the floor and wrapping it around herself.
“Zoe,” Trevor said softly as he climbed onto the bed and leaned back next to her, pulling her into his arms. “Unless you’ve got some liver spots or a weird appendage that I don’t know about, then you have to know that I’ve seen everything by now.”
“Not in the sunlight,” she grumbled, but he noted with pleasure that she’d laid her head against his shoulder and wrapped an arm around his waist.
“Ah, Zoe...” he sighed, chuckling softly as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Do you think I’m going to see something that I don’t like?”
“Yes,” she mumbled unhappily against his chest.
“Zoe,” he said, gently taking her hand from where it rested on his stomach and brought it down to press against his painful erection, “trust me when I tell you that there is nothing about your body that I don’t like.”
“You don’t like my body,” she said even as she ran her very talented little hand over his erection, pausing only long enough to give the head a squeeze that had him hissing in pleasure.
“No?” Trevor asked tightly. “Then, how do you explain this?” he asked, rolling his hips into her touch.
“Because you’re a pervert? I mean, look at the weird obsession you have with my ass,” Zoe grumbled, but thankfully sounded a lot more relaxed.
“That may be so, but you still have a body that I can’t seem to keep my hands off.”
With his arm wrapped around her, he pulled her up his body until he could kiss her. He felt her melt in his arms, so he took advantage by gently prying the blanket away from her. After a slight hesitation, she gave it up.
He placed his hand on her stomach. “There’s nothing about your body that I don’t like,” he whispered against her lips.
For a moment, she didn’t say anything as he pressed kisses along her jaw and throat. He slowly guided her onto her back as he gently caressed her stomach and pressed one last kiss against her lips before he pulled back.
She looked so damn embarrassed and defeated that he couldn’t stop himself from brushing his lips against hers one last time.
“You’re beautiful, Zoe,” he said, realizing at that moment just how beautiful she really was.
From her beautiful soft brown hair to her stubborn little chin, she was beautiful.
“No, I’m not,” Zoe said with a snort and an eye roll as she averted her eyes.
His eyes narrowed dangerously on her. “Are you calling me a liar?”
“More like delusional,” she said with a snort.
“How dare you question my taste, woman?” Trevor demanded. “If I say you’re beautiful, then you’re beautiful, so get the hell over it!” he snapped.
“Look, I appreciate the compliment, but-”
“Out,” he said, dropping onto his back and folding his arms over his chest as he stubbornly looked away from her.
“But-”
“I said out, woman!”
“This is my apartment,” Zoe pointed out, sounding close to laughing.
“Then, you know where the door is. Now get out, woman, and don’t you dare come back until you’re ready to apologize to me,” Trevor said, waving a dismissive hand in the direction of the door.
“Apologize to you? For what?” she asked, sitting up to kneel beside him.
“For what?” Trevor repeated, absolutely fucking stunned. “I call you beautiful and you dare to doubt my word? For that, you may get your beautiful ass out of my sight.”
“Uh-huh,” she said, drawing out the words. “Did you by any chance eat this morning?”
“That has nothing to do with it,” he said, sniffing in disdain.
“Oh, I think it does.”
“Does not.”
“Do you want me to go grab you some cereal or something?” Zoe offered.
“Not unless it comes with an apology and groveling.”
“Groveling?” she repeated slowly. “Since when is there groveling involved?”
“Since you doubted my word and only offered to make it up to me with cereal. How dare you add insult to injury?” Trevor snapped as he once again gestured for her to leave.
“Don’t you think you’re overreacting just a little bit here?” Zoe asked, and he could hear the smile in her voice. It pleased him that she was no longer upset, but he was still insulted.
“No, now leave me be, woman,” Trevor said, turning his head even more away from her. “I’m no longer speaking with you.”
“Fine,” she said, sighing heavily as she climbed off the bed, not apologizing or groveling, he noted.
Would it really kill her to accept his expertise on the matter? He said she was beautiful, then she should really just shut the hell up and accept that he knew best, but the woman was just too damn stubborn and until she accepted that he was right about this, he wasn’t going to-
“You know it’s too bad that you’re not talking to me. I was going to surprise you today. There’s this new buffet restaurant opening a few towns over that I was going to-eeep!” she squealed adorably when she suddenly found herself back on the bed and pinned beneath him, his mouth smothering hers.
“I accept your apology.”