Текст книги "Perfection"

Автор книги: R. L. Mathewson

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"What's so good about that?" she asked, sounding confused.

"Because this will work out for me," he said, giving himself another pat on the back for coming up with another excellent plan. If she went along with what he had in mind, and why wouldn't she? he was a Bradford after all, he could work her out of his system and keep her safe. So, really he was doing her a favor by offering to do this.

He sighed heavily, sometimes he was just too damn giving.

"What will work out for you?" Zoe asked, sounding groggy.

He reached over and took her much smaller hand into his and held it, running his thumb over the back of her hand.

"You and I are going to have sex."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Now?" Zoe asked, sounding so damn hopeful that he couldn't help but laugh.

"No, not now, my eager little drunk. When you're sober and you agree to my game plan." And only then. He wasn't stupid enough to completely trust Zoe to make this agreement until she knew what she was getting into and what he wasn't willing to give her.

Chapter 15

Oh god........

She was dying. There was no other explanation for the way she felt. Her head was pounding, her mouth felt like something had crawled inside and died and she felt sick to her stomach.

Hoping that today was Sunday and really having no other choice but to lay there even if it wasn't, she closed her eyes and prayed for death or unconsciousness and not really caring at the moment about which wish was granted.

Sometime later she woke up feeling slightly better. Her stomach wasn't as bad and her headache had dulled a bit. She turned her head and stared numbly at her dark windows, wondering if it was morning or night. One look at her alarm clock let her know that it was seven p.m. Sunday night.

Well, she thought, carefully getting out of bed, at least she hadn't missed work. She stumbled over to her bathroom and flicked on the light and winced when it nearly blinded her. Why was everything so bright, she wondered as she relieved herself.

A few minutes later when she was more oriented and coordinated she turned on the shower, thankful that it was at full blast and loaded her toothbrush up with toothpaste and began the job of getting rid of the taste of old gym socks. After she brushed her teeth once more she gargled with mouthwash for an extra two minutes. She climbed into the shower and groaned as hot water poured over her and made her feel more alive.

What the hell happened last night?

She really couldn't remember much, but she knew that would change. The few times she'd gotten drunk in her life she had the misfortune of remembering everything that happened the next day, a rather nasty side effect of having a photographic memory.

A rather frightening thought occurred to her. What if she'd had sex? Did she make him wear a condom? Did she enjoy it? After a minute she relaxed. No, she definitely didn't have sex since she didn't feel tender between her legs, but that didn't mean she hadn't done something equally as stupid.

If she didn't push it she'd remember sooner rather than later. She knew the key was just to relax and let it come to her.

"You feeling better?" Trevor suddenly asked, making Zoe wince. Damn hangover making everything sound sharp and loud.

"Yes, I think so," she said loud enough to be heard over the sound of running water and through the wall. She wondered if Trevor had been a witness to anything stupid she may have done.

"That's good," he said absently. "I took care of Toby today."

"Oh, thank you," she said loudly, feeling horrible that she'd neglected the poor baby.

"Zoe?"

"Yes?"

"Do you remember anything about last night?" he asked, sounding a little more than simply curious.

"Not yet, but I will," she said, swallowing nervously. "Did I do something monumentally stupid?"

"You mean besides going to a bar to have sex with a complete stranger and getting drunk?" he asked, dryly.

She sighed with relief. If getting drunk was the only stupid thing she'd done last night then she'd count herself lucky. Then she cringed when his words sank in.

He knew.

"I'm guessing I was pretty chatty last night," she said, trying to sound casual about the whole thing and praying she'd been able to keep her mouth shut about some of the more embarrassing details.

"No. Not really unless you count letting everyone in the bar know how badly you wanted to have sex last night."

"Damn it," she groaned. "Next time I'll have to make sure to pass on the liquid courage."

"There won't be a next time," Trevor said firmly, making her frown.

"That's not really your decision," she said tightly. She'd been bullied enough over the last three years. She wasn't about to let Trevor think he could boss her around, well, and not pay her for it that is.

"You and I came to an agreement last night so I think it's safe to say that it's very much my business," Trevor said, making her more than a little nervous.

What had her drunken big mouth gotten her into now?

"Um, and what agreement is that?" she asked, trying to sound cool and collected when on the inside she was freaking out and hoping that whatever he was about to tell her was insignificant like promising not to drink, which at the moment she was completely on board with.

He ignored her question and asked one of his own. "Is there any hot water left?"

"Plenty," she said, knowing there was at least ten minutes of hot water left. The water pressure might suck, but at least the hot water tank was huge.

"Good," he said, sounding really close. "Pass the soap would you?"

She was about to roll her eyes at his lame "shower neighbor" joke when she realized two things. He just said that in her ear and there was something hard and thick brushing up against the middle of her back.

Swallowing hard and praying that this was some kind of alcohol induced hallucination, she slowly looked over her shoulder and may have screamed.

**********

"Are you done yet?" Trevor asked as if stepping into the shower naked with her and sporting the largest erection she'd ever seen in her life was perfectly normal and maybe in his world it was, but right now she was still gasping for air and holding a hand over her chest, trying to make her heart stop pounding erratically in her chest.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" she demanded once she didn't have to fight to breathe.

"I own the house," he explained as if she were slow as he reached around her and snagged the soap out of the soap holder. He held the soap up to his nose and smelled, frowning. "Strawberries and cream?"

"Yes," she answered automatically as she did her best not to let her eyes drift over the most amazing body she'd ever seen and failing miserably. When she somehow managed to pull her gaze away from the rather impressive appendage that seemed to be reaching out to her she gave herself a mental shake and forced herself to focus.

"I meant what are you doing in my bathroom?" she demanded, only remembering now that she was naked too late and only because she caught him running his eyes over her naked body and licking his lips hungrily, which was pretty flattering and hot, but something she needed to really ignore if she expected answers anytime soon.

"Why wouldn't I be in here?" he asked as he washed his body. "You and I have an agreement."

"To save water by sharing showers?" she asked, confused and wondering just how much she'd drank last night.

He chuckled as he stepped forward, giving her no choice but to step backward or have that monster between his legs whack her in the stomach. She turned slightly so he couldn't get a good look at her body as she watched him rinse off.

"You know what agreement," he said, leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to her mouth that left her confused and really turned on. It had been five years after all and Trevor was one of the hottest men she'd ever seen. Any woman would be turned on to find herself naked in a shower with a man she'd never thought would look at her twice never mind look as though he was ready to pounce.

"Please refresh my memory," she said, wondering what kind of agreement would include joint showers and kissing.

Grinning, Trevor leaned down and brushed his mouth against hers, once, twice and once more, making her stand on her tiptoes to follow his mouth as it moved away.

"I meant about the agreement," she said, sounding breathless even to her own ears. Such a simple kiss and she was ready to jump him. Five years was way too long to go without sex.

"Well," he said, dipping his head under the showerhead. "You and I decided that we should have an exclusive mutually beneficial sexual relationship without the relationship."

She worried her bottom lip between her teeth as she sorted through his words. "Do you mean friends with benefits?"

He sighed heavily. "My definition was better, but yes. You and I agreed to have all the benefits without the relationship."

Zoe opened her mouth to tell him that he must be joking when everything from the night before came crashing into her mind. Every embarrassing moment and word had her inwardly wincing and wishing she could bury herself in a hole.

That is until something else occurred to her.

"Damn it! That bartender played me!" she gasped, remembering that the bartender kept the drinks coming until she forgot to ask for her change. "I must have tipped him close to fifty bucks," she grumbled unhappily. Damn it. That was her spending money for the month.

"That would explain why he loaded the drinks with alcohol," Trevor said, reaching past her to shut the water off, which was probably a good idea since the water had started to cool.

"Fine," she mumbled, feeling like an idiot. She didn't usually part with her money so freely. Thankfully she had plenty of money coming in where fifty dollars shouldn't make that much of a difference, but it did. She had plans for her money and she was doing her damndest to stay on a budget.

"Why do I have a feeling that you're no longer thinking about our little arrangement," Trevor muttered unhappily as he wrapped a towel around his hips.

"Stupid bartender," she mumbled, not even caring that she was pouting.

Trevor chuckled softly as he helped wrap a towel around her. Zoe barely paid attention as she forced her mind past the loss of the fifty dollars onto the rest of the night, trying not to cringe when she remembered the things she'd said to Trevor. Well, at least she didn't have to worry about explaining why she wanted sex or wonder why Trevor would think she'd be open to a purely sexual relationship, because she was.

She just never would have imagined that Trevor was open to having one with her. "What are the rules? Not that I'm agreeing to this, but I want to know what you would expect," she asked when she couldn't remember talking to Trevor about that part. It must have been when she passed out, although she did remember one particularly memorable comment Trevor made as he helped her into bed last night.

"And I am not calling you a god after sex," she said, rolling her eyes.

"We'll see," Trevor said, nudging her out of the bathroom and towards the bed.

She sat down, resisting the urge to move away when Trevor sat down next to her, making sure their towel clad thighs touched.

"The rules are pretty simple," he began as he took one of her hands into both of his so that he could toy with her fingers. "As long as we're sleeping together we don't sleep with anyone else."

"Okay," she said hesitantly. "What if we started seeing other people?"

"Until we get serious or start sleeping with them then we're fine, but the minute that happens our arrangement is over."

She nodded.

"I need to make one thing clear, Zoe," he said, looking down at her. "This is just sex, Zoe. I don't want a relationship anymore than you do," he said. "If at any time either one of us wants to stop, it ends. No hurt feelings and no drama."

"That's fine," she said, liking this situation more and more. This could really work for, heck for both of them. She didn't want a relationship right now and was under absolutely no illusion that Trevor would want one from her. They were casual enough friends, she guessed, that this arrangement should be able to work out without worrying about becoming too attached to each other. It was a simple arrangement, one that benefited both of them.

When one of them got sick of the situation, most likely Trevor, they would be able to end things without worry and go back to their old relationship, which wasn't a hell of a lot, but that was a plus right now because becoming intimate wouldn't ruin it.

"We're not dating. This is just sex, plain and simple. Can you handle that?" he asked, stopping his ministrations on her fingers as he waited for her answer.

Yes she could. She was in no position to get involved in a serious relationship. As much as she wanted sex she also didn't want the hassle of having to answer to someone or having to take a chance on a stranger. Following through with this arrangement with Trevor would make her feel more comfortable and she wouldn't have to worry about hurt feelings in the end because they both knew what this was and what they wanted.

"And this arrangement stays between us?" she asked, knowing if he couldn't keep this a secret she'd end it before it started. It was nobody's business what she did. She also didn't want to have people talking behind her back.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," Trevor said huskily as his eyes dipped to her cleavage.

"Can you answer something for me?" she asked, genuinely surprised that he'd be willing to get into an arrangement with her. "Why do you want to do this with me? You could probably get any woman you wanted into bed?"

"Well," he said with a sly little grin as he dipped his head and pressed a kiss to her neck, making her gasp softly, "you're discreet, you know where we stand, and I want you," he said, creating a trail of lingering kisses to her ear.

She noticed he didn't say anything like she was beautiful or pretty and she forced herself not to be disappointed. It was more than enough that a man like Trevor wanted her at all and she wasn't about to screw this up before it started.

Chapter 16

"We're really going to do this?" Zoe asked, slightly panting.

"Not unless you don't want to," he said, praying she wouldn't tell him to stop. If she told him to stop he would, but he wasn't sure he'd survive. She tasted so damn good and felt even better.

Her skin was so soft and warm, he thought as he pushed off the bed, never taking his mouth away from her neck as he moved to kneel on the floor in front of her, gently pushing her legs apart as he settled himself between them.

As he licked and kissed his way down to her cleavage he reached down and yanked his towel off and let it drop. When he reached up to do the same for Zoe she stopped him by grabbing her towel and held it tightly against her chest. He pressed one last kiss to the top slope of her breast and sat back.

"What's wrong?" he asked, reaching up to push back a loose strand of that mahogany hair that he once foolishly thought was plain. Now he realized how beautiful it was with natural hues of light brown running through it. He also liked that it made her baby blue eyes brighter, almost as if they glowed.

When she started that little nervous habit of worrying her bottom lip and looking downward as she noticeably tightened her grip on the towel, he wondered if she was changing her mind. He really hoped she wasn't. He needed this so damn badly that he was in actual physical pain now. Never in his life had he wanted a woman this badly before and he knew if he didn't have her and get her out of his system that nothing in his life would ever be right again.

"Don't tell me you're getting shy on me," he teased softly, noting the rather lovely blush creeping up her cheeks. "Holy shit, you are," he blurted out, earning a glare from her.

"Sweet–Zoe," he said, catching himself in time before he said something foolish. This was an arrangement, nothing more and he wouldn't hurt her or confuse her by using endearments to make her think otherwise. "I just saw you naked not ten minutes ago," he pointed out gently.

"I know," she murmured hesitantly as she continued to worry her bottom lip, making him a little more nervous.

Please don't change your mind, Zoe, he chanted in his head as he dropped his hands away from her towel and placed them on her knees to see how she'd react. When she didn't shove his hands away or flinch, he took that as a good sign.

"It's just that," she clasped the towel in one hand and dropped the other on her leg where she began to absently trace his fingers, "you surprised me in the shower and I was so focused on trying to figure out what happened last night and why you were naked in my bathroom that I didn't give it much thought."

"And now....," he prompted.

She raised her eyes and looked at him and he had to fight back the urge to pull her into his arms and hold her. Zoe looked so miserable and scared. She pulled her hand away from his and joined the other one in holding the towel against her as a shield.

"And now I'm not sure you're going to want to do this," she mumbled, sounding defeated.

"Why wouldn't I want to do this, Zoe? It was my idea and believe me when I tell you I've been thinking about doing this for a while now," he said, running his hands slowly up and down her towel covered legs to offer comfort and because he could not sit here and not touch her.

"Yeah right," she said, snorting her disbelief. "I'm sure you've been tossing and turning at night, trying desperately to get me out of your head," she said sarcastically.

He chuckled as he ran his hands back down to her knees and with a simple move, slid them back up her legs and beneath the towel, earning an intriguing little gasp from Zoe. "I wouldn't exactly say I've been tossing and turning, but I will admit that you've starred in a few interesting fantasies that have kept me up at night," he said, groaning softly as his hands ran over warm smooth soft skin.

Touching Zoe was like nothing he'd ever experienced before. He'd dated a lot of women in the past and none of them were as soft as Zoe. They were either too thin, covered in smooth muscle or slightly soft, but had perfect figures or he wouldn't have dated them. At least he'd thought they had at the time. Maybe they had, but right now nothing turned him on more than Zoe, a complication that he planned on working out of his system with plenty of sex until he grew bored with her and could return to his usual type and find the woman of his dreams.

"You don't have to lie to convince me to do this," Zoe said, trying to shift back on the bed, but he wasn't having that. He gently cupped her bare hips and held her where he wanted her.

"I may be a lot of things, Zoe, but I'm not a liar. You're not my usual type, I'll admit that," he said, not at all surprised when she simply nodded her agreement instead of acting hurt like a lot of women he'd dated in the past would have done, earning his respect. He appreciated her no-nonsense attitude. "Right now I want you, Zoe, but like you I'm not looking for a relationship," he partially lied.

He just wasn't looking for a relationship with her.

He waited anxiously for her to say something and finally after a minute she mumbled, "But I'm fat," she said, sounding so damn distraught that he had to fight back a smile.

"And you're afraid that will turn me off?" he guessed after she became quiet once again.

"Zoe," he sighed her name as he leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers, surprising her and just because he couldn't help himself he kissed her again, taking his time to taste her lips and damn near groaning when she moved her lips, hesitantly at first, against his.

When she released her death grip on her towel so that she could fist her hands in his hair and she opened her mouth for his invasion he had to force himself not to thrust forward and bury himself to the hilt. It had been five years for her and he didn't want to scare her off with his desperation for her.

One simple kiss and he was ready to explode. That had never happened to him before. He'd always been calm and collected during sex, making sure to cover all of the bases, foreplay, condom and an orgasm for his partner before he allowed himself one, but right now he was struggling not to fuck her hard for the relief he desperately needed. Had he ever wanted a woman more? He didn't think so and wasn't going to look too much into that at the moment since he was struggling to stay in control.

"I missed this," Zoe moaned into his mouth.

"Kissing?" he asked, groaning when she slid her warm little tongue against his.

"Mmmhmmm," she said against his mouth as her hands slowly slid away from his hair and down his back only to come around the front and gently trace his chest and stomach, driving him out of his mind and making him wish she'd slide her hands a little south and trace something else that needed her attention.

When her hands slid around to his back and down until they cupped his ass whatever control he had snapped. He deepened the kiss, devouring her mouth with more passion than he'd ever felt in his life. He ripped her towel away, ignoring her shocked gasp as he moved over her, urging her back up on the bed until he settled his weight on top of her, forcing her to lie back as he lost his goddamn mind.

He ground his erection between her legs as he reached between them and took one large soft breast in his hand and squeezed it, making them both moan long and loud. She felt good....no, correction she felt fucking fantastic, especially when she spread her legs further to cradle him better.

She ran her hands over his back, over his ass and back up to fist in his hair as he ground his erection between her hot wet slit. He was so tempted to pull back and shove his cock in her without a condom, something he'd never done before in his life, but even in his current state he wouldn't allow himself to do it no matter how much his body ached for it.

"That feels so good," she said on soft groan. "More," she demanded as she covered his mouth with her own and rolled her hips up against him, making him smile. Seems his little tenant was a bossy little thing in bed, his favorite kind of bed buddy. He hated taking a woman to bed who just laid there or did whatever he wanted without question. He especially hated those little fake moans and groans that some of them did when he barely touched them because they thought it was hot. It wasn't. If anything it was really annoying and distracting.

With Zoe he knew he could count on her making sure that she enjoyed herself, he thought as his eyes nearly crossed in his head as she suckled his tongue the same time she slid her soaking wet slit down to his balls and did this little twist and roll with her hips that had him panting and fighting for control.

Five years was a long time to go without sex and he was going to make sure it was good for her, he decided as he forced himself to slow down and give her body the attention it deserved. With any other woman he would have viewed this simply as the steps he had to take if he wanted sex. With Zoe it didn't feel like a chore. With her he wanted to taste, touch, and learn every spot on her body.

He gave her one last deep kiss before he broke off, pleased by her little whimper of protest as he kissed and licked his way down her neck. By the time he reached her breasts he was forced to shift his erection away from her because of their difference in height. As much as he missed the contact it was probably for the best. In another minute or so and he probably would have lost it like a kid and embarrassed the hell out of himself.

He ran his tongue down the slope of one large pale breast, earning a loud groan that made his dick jump hungrily. After tracing his tongue around the large hard nipple he flicked it with his tongue before taking it into his mouth and suckled it while Zoe squirmed beneath him.

She fisted her hands in his hair and tried to yank him away, but he wasn't having any of that. As much as it pained him to do this he was going to do it right. He was going to make sure that she never thought that he didn't want her. By the time he was through kissing, licking, and caressing her entire body she would know just how much she turned him on. By the time he was done worshipping her body she was going to be beg-

"Fuck me," Zoe demanded, startling the hell out of him and somehow turning him on even more.

"I'm getting there," he promised tightly, tracing his tongue to her other breast and licking the equally hard large nipple. "Just relax," he said soothingly.

She whimpered as she moved restlessly beneath him. "It's been five long years," she stressed. "I'm ready. I'm beyond ready. If you don't get up here and fuck me I swear to god I will kill you," she hissed, leaving him with absolutely no doubt that she was ready, which was a good thing, because he was dying to be inside of her.

But he needed to make sure this was really what she wanted first.

"Are you sure?" he asked around her nipple.

"Now, damn it!" she said, panting loudly.

He gave her nipple one last lick before he raised himself off her so that he could sit back on his haunches and reached under the pillow for the little stash of condoms he'd stolen from her purse. Not that he'd taken them from her purse to make sure that all six were still there, they were. It just made sense to grab them and use them first and he was not secretly pleased that they were all there. He wasn't.

As he grabbed one of the foil packets he realized he could still stretch this out and make it good for her. He'd take her slowly and stretch it out so that she would know that he wanted her. If she thought for one second this was just a pity fuck or that he was with her just to get laid, granted he was, but he was with her because he wanted sex with her, then she'd cut him off after this and chop it up to a mistake. He didn't want that. Hell, he needed her to want this to continue so that he could work her out of his system.

Decision made, he opened the condom packet, pulled out the rubber and accidently ripped it apart, groaning as Zoe did the one thing that most women treated as a chore. Shock and disbelief tore through him as he looked down to find Zoe on her knees, bent over as she ran one hand up and down his length as she licked and sucked the tip of his erection, paying particular attention to the slit that was more than happy with the attention.

"I missed this," she said on a dreamy sigh as she moved her mouth off the head so that she could lick the underside of his erection from the base to the tip before pulling it back into her mouth again.

"Zoe," he said, gasping, as he dropped his head back and enjoyed her talented little mouth. A moment later he struggled with the desire to thrust into her mouth and his need to bury himself balls deep inside of her. When he opened his eyes and watched her beautiful round ass gently sway in the air as she worked him he knew what he wanted, needed more than anything.

With a trembling hand he grabbed another condom and pulled back, but not before he allowed himself one slow thrust into her warm mouth. The moan she released around his cock had him struggling not to thrust back in, but he needed something else.

When he pulled all the way out he nearly swore as Zoe's beautiful mouth tried to follow. Damn, she was an eager little thing, he decided as he took himself in hand and gently thrust back into her eager mouth one last time, to make her happy of course. He was a generous guy after all. Pulling away turned out to be harder than the first time, but somehow he managed. As he struggled to roll the stubborn condom down his erection Zoe got to her knees, cupped the back of his head and pulled him down for a hot kiss.

"Demanding little thing," he growled approvingly against her lips as he worked the condom over his erection.

There really was nothing better than a woman who knew what she wanted in bed and went for it. Never in a million years would he have thought that his little tenant was this aggressive. He was beyond happy that she wasn't going to be some meek little thing just lying back, spreading and letting him do whatever he wanted like so many of the women he'd slept with before.

She reached down and ran her hand over his condom covered erection, giving it a gentle tug that had him hissing in a breath. He cupped her face with one hand as his other hand teasingly slid down her smooth back and over her luscious bottom, giving it a small squeeze before he moved it down between her legs. She shifted, opening her legs wider for him without any hesitation.

Gently, he traced the wet slit with his fingertips, smiling against her lips as she tilted her hips and pushed back, taking his finger inside her tight sheath. He slid his finger in and out of her slowly, enjoying her little moans of pleasure against his mouth.

"Get on your back," she demanded, against his mouth, making him chuckle.

He may enjoy the fact that she was a bossy little thing in the bedroom, but that didn't mean he was going to let her call the shots.....at least not all the time and especially not their first time.

"On your stomach, Zoe," he said, pulling away as he gave her bottom a gentle swat that had her licking her lips.

Aw hell........

He finally found a woman who liked her ass spanked. Something he'd have to remember later, much later. Right now he had other plans for her.

"On your stomach," he said again, watching her and waiting to see if she was going to argue. So when she only glared at him after she sent a look of longing to his cock and got onto her stomach without an argument he was a little surprised, but then again it had been five years since she had sex. She was also an eager little thing, he remembered with a grin as he reached over her and grabbed a pillow.