Free Nights Embrace (Others of Seattle) by Brandy L Rivers Page B

minutes. She blushed as she unlocked the front door to her building, letting them in.
    Roxy glanced over, a blush coloring her cheeks as she started for the stairs. “Hope you don’t mind the stairs, or the mess. I’ve been in writing mode for a few days now.”
    “I don’t mind,” he reassured. A part of him wanted to be in her space, to breathe in her essence as he took in what made her comfortable. He hoped to learn something important about her, something to give him a clue as to how she might take the news he wasn’t, at all, what she believed him to be.
    She hurried up the stairs, and then opened the door. Sweeping her arm inside, she gave him a sheepish shrug. “My humble abode.”
    Trevor eagerly took in the warm, cozy condo. There were shelves upon shelves lined with books. Piles of notebooks lay on several tables. Her place was obviously lived in, slightly disorganized, but not what he would call a mess. Inviting was a more appropriate word.
    “I like it .” He grinned.
    “Well, come in then,” she said, pushing her fingers through her hair as she slipped past him.
    He stepped in behind her to brush a light kiss over the nape of her neck where her hair was shorter.
    She shivered under his touch. “You do that, and I’ll forget all about dinner,” she whispered.
    There would be plenty of time later. “Go on. I want to feed you.”
    A soft laugh escaped her. “I’ll be right back.”
    She moved into the bedroom and he walked to her desk by the window . Trevor picked up the top notebook. He opened it, only to be pulled into her passions and desires. The poetry was sensual and raw. He wanted to take her to those heights and further, wipe away the pain and show her pleasure.
     
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    Roxy hurried out of her clothes and put on a newer pair of jeans, one without holes, and a soft t-shirt she hoped would encourage his hands on her body. It was fast, but she didn’t care. She craved his touch like nothing else.
    Taking a deep breath, she pushed all thought aside. She ’d let this take its course. So far Trevor hadn’t done anything to incite doubt. She needed to relax and see where they went.
    Sweeping her hair behind her ears, she stepped out of her room to find Trevor leaning against her desk, lost in whatever captured his attention in her notebook.
    Startled, she gasped, flushing deeply. “Find anything you like in there?” she squeaked, falling way short of the confidence she sought.
    His eyes darted to her, desire burning in their depths. “All of it. Your words are raw and powerful. You paint the most vivid images.”
    “My notebooks are my worst stuff. Those are completely unedited, just pure thought.”
    His smile was wicked, his voice a purr. “A peek into your wants and dreams.”
    Her gaze dropped and caught on what was straining behind his fly.
    Holy shit, my poetry turned him on. There is nothing hotter than a man who craves my words.
    Trevor placed the book on the desk and closed the distance. His warm hands curled around her waist, drawing her close enough to feel his desire as his head bent to whisper in her ear. “If you haven’t noticed, I love what you write.”
    Her hands traveled up ribbed abs, over muscled chest, and finally around a corded neck to tangle in his thick soft hair as she boldly took his mouth in a heated kiss. He spun her, pushing her up against the wall.
    The fingers of one of his hands trailed along her waistband and under her shirt. The heat of his touch intoxicated her. He gripped her hair lightly, pulling her head back. “Dinner, remember?”
    She made a needy whimper. “Are you afraid we won’t make it back?”
    “Oh, sweetheart, if I start, I won’t stop, and then I won’t ever let you go.” He looked torn. “First, I want to make sure you know me, all of me.”
    Tipping her head to the side, she studied him. Need, desire and vulnerab ility all rolled into his eyes.
    Then his body went rigid, his nostrils flaring as his head tipped toward