Full House (2 page)

“Nice,” he said instead, picking himself up and dusting himself off. “Laugh at the idiot who tripped in the dark. Very nice.”

Grace chuckled even louder. “How lucky did you get when you landed me as your housemate? Not only am I nice, I’m full of good ideas, plus I can see humor in the gloomiest of situations.”

Her peals of laughter sounded like sunshine and daylight and made Trev chuckle too. Oh, yeah. He got lucky all right, landing her as a housemate. Question was, how lucky would he get in the future?

It bothered Trev no end he could even consider getting lucky with Grace knowing how he felt about Max…but man, was he ever considering it.

He gave a little snort as he began to pick his way more cautiously to the kitchen. “Oh, yeah. I lucked out when I found you, all right. Although, a housemate with a bit of sensitivity and caring might have been good too. You know, someone who’d ask if I was okay after sustaining life-threatening injuries. But someone full of good ideas, who’s nice and funny is just as lucky.” For good measure, he reluctantly added, “I suppose.”

“Aw, shame.” Grace rubbed her hand sympathetically over Trev’s arm. “Did the little boy get a booboo? Need me to kiss it better?”

Trev came to a dead stop. He turned to face her before he thought better of it. “You offering to kiss it better?”

Well, damn. He’d meant that to come out as a joke. Instead his voice sounded raw and…excited.

Her laughter stilled.

The air between them was heavy all of a sudden, thick with the tension Trev had felt ever since Grace moved in. The teasing and the humor were gone.

Her face was close. Near enough he could smell her minty breath. Near enough that if he dipped his head a couple of inches he’d find her lips with his mouth—even in the dark.

“Trev…”

“You offering, Gracie?” he asked again. This time he didn’t bother to hide his intent with humor.

He’d wanted her for three weeks, and now that she’d brought up the whole kissing idea, he thought he might go mad if he didn’t get to taste those cherry-red lips.

She didn’t answer, just exhaled real slowly, her breath tickling his nose and mouth.

“Because I’m accepting if you are,” he said softly.

She loosened her grip around his arm and gradually ran her hand over his shoulder and up his neck, her palm on his bare flesh heating him from the outside in. Then she took the tiniest step closer, so her braless breasts pressed against his chest, two round pillows of splendid female flesh.

With his eyes useless in the dark, the rest of his senses worked overtime. The whisper of her soft breath and his harsher exhalations echoed in his ears. Her fresh vanilla perfume tickled his nose, while the heat of her hand continued to sear his skin. Her chest moved against his, up and down, as she inhaled deeply then let the minty air out.

Her softness took his breath away. He’d gotten so used to Max’s muscular physique, to the hard sinew of man, he’d forgotten how a woman felt.

Grace’s abundant curves blew his mind. They made his heart skip a freaking beat.

He had to discover if her mouth tasted as sweet as it always looked. Trev dipped his face to hers, guided by the soft sounds of her breathing, and nearly jumped three meters when light flared around them and sound blared unexpectedly from the telly.

Just as startled as him, Grace stumbled back with a gasp.

He blinked against the glare of the light, taking in the sight of the woman before him. Long damp hair, a shade darker than usual, hung down her back. Her mouth was pouty, color stained her cheeks and her brown eyes were wide with arousal and shock.

Desire rippled through him. Desire and something else. Something less physical and more…sentimental.

“Oh, good. The lights are back on,” she said redundantly. He would have smiled again if lust and emotion hadn’t clasped his lips in a death grip.

God, she looked exquisite. Her nipples poked at the flimsy silk of her top, telling Trev she was just as affected as him by their almost-kiss.

“Grace,” he murmured.

“The power’s back too.” She raised her arm slowly and lifted a strand of damp hair. “I can use my hair dryer.”

She didn’t need it. Her hair looked perfect the way it was, just beginning to dry, so it fell in waves of wheaten gold down her back.

“I can put on make-up.” She looked surprised, as if the idea was both novel and astounding. “
And
I can get dressed.” She nodded. “Because I can see.” She looked at Trev then pointed to the light. “The power’s been restored. I can get ready now.”

“You can.” Jesus, his dick ached like the devil. “Or you can step right back here and finish what we just started.” His brain was fried, his body working on testosterone alone.

“Yeah. Okay.” She stared at him, her cheeks turning pinker. “I think I better go get dressed now.” And with that she launched herself into his arms and caught his mouth in a kiss so sinful the room spun.

Trev might have made a halfhearted attempt to keep the kiss chaste if she hadn’t parted her lips and flicked her tongue over his lips, unleashing weeks of repressed desire. He opened his mouth and his tongue met hers in wild celebration.

Goddamn!

She tasted every bit as sweet as he’d imagined.

He licked into her mouth, exploring the warm, wet cavern. He stroked her tongue with his, nipped at her lower lip, sucked on her upper one, and she met his intensity move for move.

His arms tightened around her. When last had he pushed his erection up against the gentle swell of a woman’s belly, or cupped pliable butt cheeks in his hands?

Grace rocked against his groin, rubbing her pussy against his impossibly hard cock. Her breasts pressed into his chest, her braless nipples poking at him through the silk of her pajamas and the cotton of his T-shirt.

Trev was so aroused, beads of precome trickled from his dick. He had to touch her naked flesh, feel the tight buds that tipped the generous swell of breast. Edging his hands under her shirt, he ran his palms over her hips. He couldn’t stop there. He traced her curves, relishing the way her hips flared out gently before nipping in at the waist and flaring out again at the start of her ribs.

She was so very different from Max. His complete opposite in every way. Max was solid muscle and hard lines, Grace all soft curves. Max smelled of expensive cologne, Grace like earthy vanilla. Max’s hair was short and thick, Grace’s long and silken. Max’s chest was flat and lightly covered in hair, Grace’s was smooth and blessed with a perfect set of breasts.

One so different from the other, yet Trev’s feelings for both of them seemed so similar. It shouldn’t be possible. He and Max had been lovers for two years, while he was only just getting to know Grace. Experiencing this overwhelming attraction to both of them didn’t make sense.

But then when had anything ever made sense in Trev’s love life?

“God, Grace…” Her breasts now rested in his palms, each one a perfect handful. The globes were round and firm. Flawless, feminine beauty. He flicked his thumbs over her nipples, gratified by the shiver that raced through her body in response.

It took him seconds to divest her of her top, and then he leaned in and pulled one distended nipple into his mouth.

“Trev!” Grace dropped her head back and let out a long, contented sigh.

If it were possible to purr, he would have. He suckled on her nipple, scraping it with his teeth, and when she whimpered in his arms, he paid full attention to her other breast, kissing it, laving it with his tongue, loving it as he hadn’t loved a woman’s breast in months. Years.

Her fingers found his head and held his mouth to her breast. “Trev,” Grace moaned. “What are you doing to me?”

He pulled his mouth away only long enough to answer. “Kissing you, Gracie. Tasting you.”

“Wh…why?”

“Because I can’t seem to stop myself.”

“Oh,” Grace whispered. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Trev looked into her eyes, needing to confirm her message.

She nodded, her gaze lazy and sensual. “Okay.”

Enough said. He settled his mouth back over her nipple, wanting more of Grace, wanting to taste her everywhere.

Just like he wanted to taste Max everywhere.

Christ. Max.

What was he doing? Accidentally feeling up his housemate was one thing. Ripping off her shirt and openly adoring her body while longing for a man he hadn’t seen in weeks was quite another.

No, being with Grace wasn’t cheating on Max. You couldn’t cheat on a fuck-buddy, could you? A casual lay was a casual lay, end of story. He and Max had ensured, week in and week out, that that was all they were to each other: a Friday-night after-poker special, reserved only for those times when neither of them were seeing other people.

It wasn’t Max’s fault Trev had tripped and fallen in love with him. Wasn’t Max’s fault that their Friday-night specials had become Friday-night spectaculars in Trev’s mind. Wasn’t Max’s fault that the wait for his text message this evening, asking if they were on for tonight, seemed interminable.

It also wasn’t Max’s fault that Trev was so damned aroused he couldn’t resist his housemate one more day. Nope, that was all Grace’s doing. Luscious, beautiful, soft, feminine Grace tempted him like no woman ever had. If Trev didn’t know better, he’d think he was tripping and falling for Grace too.

Impossible. You couldn’t love more than one person at a time.

Could you?

Maybe that would explain Trev’s difficulty in deciding which was better, sucking on Grace’s soft breast while she shivered beneath his ministrations, or nibbling on Max’s tight nipple, licking it until he groaned out loud.

Perhaps he’d be happiest moving from one to the other? Licking Max’s muscled flesh before switching over to scoop the heavy globes of Grace’s breasts back into his hands.

Was it any wonder he couldn’t stop himself now? Every thought about Max drove him crazy, every inch of Grace made him wild.

What he wouldn’t do to thrust his dick into this beautiful woman. What he wouldn’t do to have Max thrust his beautiful cock in his ass.

He claimed her mouth again in a kiss so sinful it had his dick slapping against his stomach. Her lips tormented his as she toyed with his tongue. God help him, he couldn’t resist flattening one hand over a rounded breast and trailing the other down her belly toward the waistband of her pajama pants.

His fingers curled in eager anticipation as he slid them under the elasticized waist and skimmed his hand over the surprisingly hairless mound of her pussy.

Trev had grown accustomed to the coarse, sexy texture of hair at the base of Max’s cock. Grace’s bareness had him growling low in his throat.

She rocked her hips, slow at first, but then faster and harder, until his hand slipped lower, and his finger rested right above her clit.

Were those carnal sounds coming from her? They had his balls tightening, preparing him for a mammoth explosion.

Trev breathed deep, seeking fresh air. Instead he inhaled enticing hints of vanilla and something else. Something even more feminine, more exciting.

The heady aroma of an aroused woman.

He rolled his finger over her clit, loving how her carnal cries changed to a soft contented mewing.

“Finally!” she gasped. “I thought you’d never touch me.”

He stared at her, stunned. “I thought I’d never touch you either.”

Grace grinned then, flashed her generous, warm, carefree grin and wrinkled her nose. “God, am I happy you did.”

He grinned right back. How could he not? Sheer happiness flowed through him, originating from her smile and piercing straight through his confusion. “Me too, Gracie. Me too.” And then he kissed her again, feeling her smile broaden against his lips.

He skimmed his hand lower, discovering the folds beneath her clit. They were damp and slick, and his finger slid easily between them, sinking into her channel.

She gasped against his mouth.

Wet heat met his touch. He sank his finger deeper, and she ground down, clenching her muscles around him. Not once did she move her mouth from his, and not once did he try to end the kiss. Holding her, penetrating her and kissing her? He’d smile for a week at this rate.

“Grace! I need to taste you.” He dropped slowly to his knees, dragging his mouth down her throat, over her breasts and stopping at her belly button to place a kiss there. But he couldn’t stop for long. Her essence beckoned him.

Placing his hands on either side of her hips, he pushed off her pants and froze at the sight he beheld. Perfect feminine beauty.

Perfect.

He buried his nose against her clit and licked her pussy.

Licked her pussy.
Her wet, slick
pussy
. Her smooth, feminine
pussy
.

Christ, who would have believed he could ever feel this way again? Who’d ever have thought the creamy taste of her pussy juice would go straight to his head and make him crave more? Crave everything Grace had to offer. Her body, her mind. Her love.

For two years he’d craved nothing but Max. He still craved Max. But it didn’t dim his hunger for Grace one bit.

Like he’d done with his finger before, he now slid his tongue inside her channel and kissed her with all the vigor and enthusiasm he’d used to kiss her mouth.

She tasted like nectar and cream and honey. Grace was sweet with a hint of the forbidden, while Max was salty with a generous helping of man. They both blew his mind, both whet his appetite until he felt he’d never get enough.

As unbelievable as Grace tasted, Trev couldn’t help but miss Max. If only he were there too…

Fuck, he could sample them both. Switch between the two. Licking Grace before sucking Max. Then back to Grace.

How morally correct could it be to lick Grace and crave Max at the same time? Surely there had to be a rule against something like that? There should be, because the very thought of it was so wicked, he feared he might come just imagining it.

She trembled in his grasp, emitting those soft mewling sounds that penetrated the fog of desire around his brain and burrowed deep in his dick.

More, he needed more Grace. He burrowed a finger between her ass cheeks and trailed it over her hidden treasure. Ah, God, he wanted to lick her there too. Wanted to feast on her butt the way he feasted on Max’s.