His Every Need by Terri L. Austin Page B

instant.
    “What?” Brows furrowed, she blinked up at him. “Why are you scowling like that?”
    Fuck it. He pulled his hand from his pocket and sank his fingers into the hair at
     the base of her neck. He massaged the back of her scalp, and with his other hand,
     he grabbed hold of her waist and jerked her toward him. She tottered on her heels
     and flattened her hands against his chest to steady herself.
    His gaze skimmed over her face. Her eyes widened and her glossy lips parted.
    “Trevor,” she whispered, “what’s wrong with you?”
    Leaning down, he kissed her possessively, tasting the sweetness of her lips, sliding
     his rough tongue against hers. He let go of the tight hold on her hair and let his
     fingers sift through it, feeling its silky texture. He couldn’t get enough of her
     lips. Of her fresh scent. Of her hands running over the contours of his back beneath
     his jacket.
    He was achingly hard. Again. Still.
    Trevor moved his other hand from her bare back to her bottom and squeezed, felt the
     lace rough against his palm before gradually pulling his mouth away from hers. He
     missed the contact.
    Allie’s full lips appeared poutier as she glanced up at him. He licked his own. “I
     think I’m wearing your lippy.”
    Stepping back, he took a handkerchief from his pocket and dabbed at his mouth. He
     looked at the light pink streak against on the white fabric before she took it from
     his hand. Her eyes met his as she reached up and rubbed at his upper lip.
    “There, I think that’s all of it.” She still hadn’t lowered her eyes, and they gazed
     at each other for a long moment.
    Trevor tucked the cloth in his pocket, then ran a finger down her cheek.
    Allie shuddered slightly. “Thank you for letting me go back home today.”
    He placed his hand on her back, brushed his fingertips over her bare skin. God, she
     was soft. “How did it go with Monica?”
    They made their way to the stairs and Allie’s fingers grasped the banister. “Not well.
     After she calmed down, I tried to talk to her, but she still wouldn’t tell me Brad’s
     last name. However, she did promise to go to school this week. Of course, that was
     after I threatened to follow her to class or maybe stick a tracking device up her
     ass.”
    Trevor scoffed. “How innovative of you.” He led her out back and onto the wide terrace.
     Arnold had set up a small bar to one side.
    “What’s your poison, Miss Campbell?” His cock was still hard and watching her gracefully
     move around the patio in that short dress wasn’t helping.
    Allie smiled. “Can you make a cosmopolitan?”
    “Of course I can. I simply choose not to.”
    “You take one part vodka—”
    “Yes, yes, all right.” He began mixing ingredients into a shaker and poured the contents
     into a martini glass. “Here you go.” As he handed her the glass, their fingers touched,
     and he felt that spark again. Honestly, he was like a schoolboy with his first crush.
     It was embarrassing.
    Allie’s eyes found his. “Thanks.”
    Trevor let go of the glass and moved back to the bar. “I will have a very manly scotch,
     thank you.” He poured himself a glass of single malt and walked back to her.
    “Come on, there’s something you need to see.” He held out his hand.
    Allie stared at it before linking her fingers with his, and he helped her down the
     flagstone steps. They strolled along the path, toward the bottom of the garden to
     the small pond. He led her to a bench overlooking a hill. Two mountains in the distance
     framed the sunset. He squeezed her hand. “See there?”
    She gasped. The water reflected the orange and pink hues that streaked across the
     sky. “It’s beautiful.” She shifted on the bench and placed her hand on his thigh,
     letting it rest there too briefly. “You’re so lucky, Trevor, to have all this.”
    “Am I?” He’d never felt particularly lucky. Fortunate perhaps, not lucky. But sitting
     next to her, in his