Secret Moves (Secret Dreams Contemporary Romance 3) (18 page)

She looked down as tears cascaded down her cheeks. Impatiently, she brushed them away.

"I'm sorry, baby. I just didn't know how to handle—"

"Please, Trey. I don't want to talk about it. I'm leaving tomorrow and I don't see how we could possibly salvage this relationship after everything that happened. If you don't mind, I'd like you to leave. The guys were so good at organising this day for Sam and me. I don't want to ruin it for them."

"Kris," Trey whispered in a plea.

"Please, Trey. I can't deal with this now."

"Now? Okay. I'll come back later."

She smiled sadly. "I'll be gone, Trey."

*******

Kris looked around as she and Sam entered their apartment. She waited for the feeling of homecoming that embraced her every time she was back after a long period of being away. All that came was a deep sense of emptiness and a huge chunk of regret.

Did she do the right thing by refusing to speak with Trey? Sure, this whole saga started because
he
didn't want to talk to her, but did she have to perpetuate the cycle? He had looked utterly devastated.

"You okay, Kris?" Sam asked, looking at her with concern.

"Yeah," she said with a small smile and walked to her bedroom.

The big panoramic print of Sydney Harbour hanging on her wall greeted her. A silent gasp escaped her, followed by soft sniffing, until she gave in and wept with deep, heart-wrenching sobs.

Sam was instantly beside her. "Hush, sweetie."

"Oh, Sam. I love him," she cried.

"I know, honey."

"I miss him."

"I know."

"What should I do?"

"I don't know," Sam said. "You're asking someone who couldn't even snare a man who knows his way around a woman's body."

Kris chuckled despite her tears. "It's only because you've always been too conservative. You go for the ones who look too safe and you end up getting bored with each other." She sniffed. "While I always go for playboys and get burned every single time. Why do I do that?"

"Why don't we switch preferences next time? You go for the safe, boring ones, and I'll go for the dangerous players," Sam joked. "Maybe we'll have more luck then."

Kris hugged her cousin. "Thank you for making me laugh."

"Anytime."

"I think I'm going to have a bath then go to bed," she said.

"You don't want to have dinner?"

"No. I'm not hungry, just tired."

"Okay. I might order some Chinese. I'm kind of peckish but I don't feel like cooking. I might even order enough for tomorrow," Sam said.

*******

Kris knew she should get out of the bath soon. She'd been in there for too long and she was getting thirsty—even hungry.

Gingerly, she stepped out of the tub, dried herself and donned a robe. She now felt like having some of the Chinese food that had been delivered. She'd heard the security buzzer go off five minutes ago.

She walked out to the living area and stopped dead in her tracks when she saw who was sitting with Sam on the couch.

Trey.

"Hi," he croaked, getting to his feet when he noticed her.

She forced her lungs to function as she grappled with the tidal wave of emotions that threatened to engulf her.

"I'll leave you two alone," Sam said, standing up and walking toward her bedroom. Then she stopped abruptly and looked at Kris. "You know, it might be better if you talk in your bedroom, Kris. Then you won't get interrupted when the food arrives."

Kris didn't respond; she couldn't move.

Sam gave Trey a gentle nudge in her direction. "Go."

Trey moved slowly toward her while she remained frozen. She stared at him, unable to look away, and noticed the strained look on his face and the moistness of his eyes. Her heart beat wildly, and her lips parted to take in more oxygen.

"Which one's your bedroom?" Trey asked softly.

Silently, with arms folded across her chest, she turned and walked, and he followed.

*

"What are you doing here?" she asked as she stood by the window, looking out.

"To say I'm sorry," Trey said from behind her. "And to ask for another chance."

She took a deep breath. Yes, she missed him so damned much. Hell, yes, she loved him, completely and utterly. But she was still hurting.

"I shouldn't have shut you out when you wanted to explain what happened," Trey continued softly when she didn't respond. "And I shouldn't have reacted the way I did. I'm so sorry, Kris."

Trey gently grasped her arms and turned her around. She looked up and fresh tears sprung to her eyes at the sincerity and vulnerability in his expression.

"I haven't opened up to a woman the way I've opened up to you, Kris. Before I knew it, my whole heart was already in your hands. When I saw you with Blake at the restaurant that night, and he intimated you were on a date, I felt like you'd just mangled my heart and threw it right back at my face. All my defence mechanisms rose. I tried to protect myself from further pain and made stupid decisions in the process."

Trey tenderly swiped away the tears that streamed down her cheeks with his thumbs.

"I know you wanted to explain, but when I saw Blake brush something from the corner of your mouth, and you allowed him, I—"

"What?" she asked in surprise. She knew it. That guy she saw hastening away from the coffee shop
was
Trey.

"When I saw him touching you like that, after I thought you went out on a date with him the night before—" Trey shook his head, remembered hurt displayed in his expression. "I honestly thought it was all over. I pretended I didn't care—that it wasn't a big deal—so I could lessen the pain. I did attempt to have a one-night stand with someone but I swear I didn't sleep with her.
I simply couldn't
," he said hoarsely.

"I'm so sorry I even got into a taxi with another woman. If the roles were reversed and I saw you going home with another man…" Trey shut his eyes, his face a picture of agony.

She placed a palm on Trey's cheek. She couldn't bear his haunted, distressed look any longer.

Trey grasped her hand with his and pressed it against his lips. When he opened his eyes, they were swimming in tears.

A sob escaped her and she launched herself at him.

Trey inhaled shakily as he crushed her to him.

They stood there, holding each other tightly, unmoving but from the heaving of their chests, silent but from their deep breathing. Their hearts healed as their tears turned to relief and gratitude.

"I love you, Kris," Trey whispered in her ear.
 

She leaned back against his arms and cupped his dear, dear face. "I love you, too, Trey."

His face expressed wondrous joy as he fitted his lips with hers.

They kissed for long minutes, softly and tenderly at first then passionately and hungrily.

Their mouths fused and their hands explored avidly, greedy for more of each other.

Trey backed her on to the wall and pressed his hard body against her soft one. "God, I missed you," he breathed, untying the sash of her robe and feverishly running his hands on her bare skin.

She let out a small moan, her head tilting to the side to give him full access to her neck and throat.

Trey groaned and lifted her so her legs wrapped around him. He adjusted them so she fit perfectly against him, his erection digging deliciously against her sensitised, excited nub.

Their hips gyrated in tandem, pleasuring and driving each other crazy with the friction happening through their clothes.

"Oh, baby," Trey gasped against her mouth, his tongue plunging inside as he kissed her senselessly.

"Trey, I want you inside me, please. Now," she panted. She was so close, but she didn't want to come while he was still fully dressed.

Trey grunted and set her down, proceeding to divest her of her robe and panties in record time. She helped by unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down along with his boxers. When they were both naked, Trey carried her to the bed and lay on top of her.

He stared in her eyes for a long moment, caressing her face with the tips of his fingers. "I love you," he whispered again.

"I love you," she whispered back.

With a swift move, Trey rolled on his back and brought her on top of him. "Ride me," he said, his voice hoarse with desire.

She positioned herself and angled her hips to take him in. A loud moan escaped her when her dripping wet core took in all of his granite-hard cock.

She bounced on top of him, trying to slow down her movements to prolong their lovemaking, as their passionate sounds mingled and filled the room.

"God, Kris, you feel so good," Trey gasped, his mouth hung open and his face contorted in rapture.

She mewled, seeing Trey undone heightened her pleasure and spiralled her upwards. Uncontrollably, she rocked against him faster and harder. Faster and harder. Oh, he felt so damn good.

Her body tensed, and with a loud, gasping cry, she clenched around his thrusting hardness over and over again.

"Oh, God…baby…huh!!" Trey groaned as he erupted inside her, the hot jets of his release prolonging her orgasm.

Barely five seconds later, they heard timid knocking on the door.

"Uh, guys," Sam said tentatively. "I'm so sorry to interrupt but, uh, I just realised I don't have enough cash on me and, uh, the food is here. Um, Kris, do you have fifteen dollars?"

They chuckled.

"You have excellent timing, Sammy," Kris called out.

"I'm so sorry," Sam replied in a highly embarrassed tone.

Kris grinned at Trey. "I am quite hungry and I probably would need lots of energy for tonight," she said seductively.

"Good thing Sam ordered some food then," he said, kissing her tenderly before releasing her.

*******

Kris couldn't keep the smile off her face as she helped Sam set the table.

"You didn't bring an overnight bag with you, did you?" she asked Trey.

He grinned and he pointed to one sitting in a corner.

"Oh, good," she said. "How long are you staying?"

"I have to leave here at six tomorrow," he said with a sigh.

"So early?" she asked with clear disappointment.

"Unfortunately. We have a project we need to deliver to a client by the end of this week and we're behind on it. My fault. Adam and Dylan have already taken some of the load off me so I can be here tonight, but they need me to pull my finger out and finish some things."

"Okay," she said as they all sat to eat.

"Baby," Trey said as Kris loaded his plate with food. "I know you turned down Blake's job offer."

She shrugged. "There'll be other opportunities."

"Not like the one he offered you," Trey contended. "Where else would you get the chance to meet high profile people and work on big projects like Hollywood movies?"

"It's too late now. I already quit," she said nonchalantly, although she did feel the sting of a missed opportunity.

"I don't think so," Trey said, looking at her warily.

"You wouldn't mind me working for Blake?" she asked, her eyebrows arching in surprise.

"No. I trust you," he said quietly.

She smiled at him—a happy smile that conveyed how much those words meant to her. But the issue with Blake wasn't simple.

"Thank you, honey. But…I can't go back. When I told Blake my decision, I was kind of rude to him and gave him a piece of my mind. He was appalled at how uncomfortable he made me feel and he apologised. He said he'd back off and that he still wanted us to work together. But I was so ill-tempered and unreasonable at that time that I blamed him for starting our troubles and walked out."

Trey glanced at Sam who had been quietly watching them while she ate. Sam smiled at him encouragingly.

Kris' curiosity was piqued.
What?

Trey cleared his throat. "I've spoken with Blake."

"You have?" she asked in surprise. "About my job?"

"Yes. Well, about your job and about us and about how he should keep his hands off you."

Her eyes widened. "You told him to keep his hands off me? But I'm not even around him anymore. I'm also not taking the Melbourne role he offered me."

"Okay, hear me out," Trey said, shifting in his seat to face her fully. "I can't stand the thought of you giving up your dream job and the incredible opportunity for big things in your career because of me."

"But I don't think I can work with Blake anymore, after what I said to him."

"When I went to see Blake," Trey said, "I told him everything about us and why you left. To cut a long story short, he's still keen to have you work in his studio. He does respect and admire your talents and abilities. So the three-month stint is still yours if you want it. After that, the two of you can figure out where you both want to head—in the professional sense, of course."

Kris gaped at him, shocked and not knowing what to say. "You're really okay with it?" she asked when she found her voice again.

Trey nodded, sincerity etched in his face. "I can't have you throwing this away, Kris."

"When does Blake want me to start?" she asked, excitement bubbling within her again.

Trey sat in Kane and Jasmine's living room, waiting for Kris to finish getting ready. He was glad she was going with him to his mother's wedding and reception. He'd be so bored and listless otherwise.

"Here you go, Trey. Tell me what you think," Jasmine said, handing him a small plate with three mini-sized pies Jasmine had learnt to make while on her honeymoon.

He dutifully placed one in his mouth and a burst of savoury flavour filled it. "Hmm," he hummed, nodding his head in approval as he chewed. "Do you have more?"

Jasmine laughed, pleased by his reaction. "I thought you didn't want to get full. You're going to a wedding reception."

"Yes, but these are really good, Jaz."

"Thanks. Kane's addicted to them now, too."

"Addicted to what?" Kane asked as he stepped into the room. "Hey, those are my mini-pies!"

"Tough, bro. Your wife just gave them to me."

"Isn't she great?" Kane asked as he placed an arm around Jasmine and kissed her soundly on the lips.