“No!” She couldn’t. Not when he was touching her this way.
“I don’t sneak into your room at night, slip under your covers and have my way with this sweet pussy and tight little ass just because you’re there damn it.” He bit her neck sharply, making her gasp before he spoke again. “And I don’t do it for or because of Declan. I can’t stay away from you. Me.”
He let go of her hand and pulled her hips back until she bent at the waist, clinging to the wall for balance. His thumb left her and she felt his finger caress her clit before coming back to fill her ass. The others slid further inside her sex. Deeper. Everywhere. He was everywhere. “Trick.”
“I want you.” His voice was a guttural rasp. “You don’t know hard it’s been for me to keep these boundaries in place. And you don’t make it any easier, baby. You take everything and beg for more without hesitation. I touch you and you open for me.” He added a second finger to her ass and she blew out a ragged, moaning breath, overwhelmed by the pressure and fullness.
“That’s right,” he crooned. “Open for me. Damn, that’s pretty. You were made for this. Made to be filled front and back. If my plan hadn’t gone sideways in your friend’s room—”
“Your plan wasn’t to be fucked?” she gasped, unable to help herself. “From the way you were shouting, it sounded like you were getting exactly what you wanted.”
What she wanted.
Trick’s hands grew rough, his movements a little faster, adding a slight pinch of pain. God, yes. Like that.
“Did you like seeing that? I didn’t plan it,” he said harshly. “I wanted it, but I didn’t plan it to go that way. You were the reason he went so crazy—”
“I don’t care, Trick,” she cried. “I don’t care, just don’t stop.”
“Jesus, you’re killing me,” he muttered hotly. “Greedy girl. You’re so tight, baby. You’re going to feel so good gripping my cock.”
“Please.” She wanted that so much she ached. “Do it, Trick. Fuck me. You don’t have to wait anymore. Just take me. Take me the way he took you.”
As soon as she said it she climaxed, muscles clenching and her body quaking as her orgasm crashed against her. Her knees were like jelly, and it felt like his touch was the only thing keeping her from turning to a puddle on the floor.
When the waves settled to ripples, he backed away, slipping out of her and leaving her empty. Shivering. He went to the sink and washed his hands, then opened her refrigerator and took out a cold beer while she slid around on the wall to watch him.
He wasn’t looking at her, but the hand on the beer wasn’t entirely steady. “Go change. When you come back I’ll tell you what you want to know.”
Jen hugged herself and walked to her bedroom obediently. She washed off her makeup and brushed her teeth in the bathroom, putting her hair up into a ponytail before finding a pair of plaid boxer shorts and a faded, overstretched t-shirt.
Fuck lace panties—after the night she’d had, she’d be damned if she wouldn’t get comfortable.
When she finally came out again he’d made a glass of iced tea and heated up a slice of pizza for her. “That’s all that was in your fridge,” he said with an apologetic shrug.
“Raoul usually does the shopping but he was busy getting ready for Belize.” She grinned. “He also usually does the cooking.”
“Lucky Alicia.”
“Lucky me for having her as a roommate. I think she’s used to being pampered. Her family is at the ‘I own a desert island’ level of wealthy.”
“Nice. I own a star. I think. Some little girl brought me a plaque after I found her runaway dog.”
“That’s so sweet. Damn. I have nothing to compare that to.” Jen frowned, joining him on the couch. “I study hard. I complain about my family. Every Finn dinner and Finn Again I bring home a copious amount of leftovers. That takes talent and stealth, let me tell you.”
She leaned forward, picking up the hot pizza and taking a generous bite. Trick pushed a stray hair behind her ear as she chewed.
“You’re gorgeous, Jennifer Finn. Just like this. Beautiful, did you know that?”
Her cheeks heated and she looked down at her food. She wanted to ask why she wasn’t good enough to sleep with if she was so damn gorgeous, but after she swallowed, she just murmured her thanks and then took another bite.
“You don’t know. Really? I mean all the Finns are attractive specimens, but they seem to know it. Why don’t you?”
She shrugged. “I don’t think I’m hideous or anything. I’m not saying I wouldn’t kill for a little shimmy in my shake. I’d like Tasha’s curves and Owen’s luck, but I do okay.”