Ask For It by Selena Blake Page B

him, wishing she could just lay everything on the line. But it was still too new. Two weeks. She was uncertain of, well, everything. Most of all, him. What exactly did he want from her? Aside from sex.
    Fabulous sex.
    Sex that should be documented by an expert it was so freaking fabulous.
    “Really glad.”
    “So am I.” He kissed her hand. “I want to meet your friends.”
    “Really?” Boy, if that wasn’t getting entrenched…
    “Absolutely. Your family too. They're important to you. And you're important to me.”
    Oh...my...
    “We're here,” he murmured, sucking her index finger into his mouth.
    She'd been so absorbed in him she hadn't even noticed they’d turned into visitor parking.
    Oh...that was naughty. Her insides clenched and as she shifted and squirmed in her seat, she felt the wetness between her thighs.
    “We—” she licked her lips and tried again. How was she supposed to form coherent sentences when he was driving her out of her mind? With the engine turned off, the overhead light came on, spotlighting them both. The mischievous look in his beautiful blue eyes said he knew exactly what he was doing to her. “We should go upstairs then.”
    He let her finger slid from his mouth. Oh...my...
    “Let's go then.”
    Moments later he'd gathered his luggage and helped her down.
    As soon as she typed in the keycode to enter the building, he pulled open the door and ushered her inside. So this is what she'd been missing for years. A man at her side. A hand to hold hers. A strong shoulder to rely on.
    How easy it would be to get used to this. To him.
     
    The second the elevator doors closed, he reached for her. She braced her hands against his chest and leaned into him. Stretching upward, she kissed him. Her eagerness made him chuckle against her lips.
    She was a complex woman, but Trevor intended to figure her out. He just had to figure out which buttons to press.
    Hands locked around her hips, he deepened the kiss. Her response was so eager, so pure it took his breath away.
    He knew now why he'd kept asking her out all those years ago. She was just as incredible as he'd known she would be. It was all there in her eyes, in her smile. She was an open book and yet full of mystery. A puzzle he was going to have to figure out, no matter how long it took.
    The elevator chimed, letting them know they'd arrived at their destination. Much too soon, in Trevor's opinion. Whatever happened to elevators getting stuck? He didn't want to let her go, not even for the distance to her door.
    “Got that key, sweetheart?”
    He didn't miss the way she shivered with pleasure at his endearment. He'd have to use it more often.
    She nodded, stepping back. The doors started to close, but she quickly pressed the door open button.
    Pulling her against his side, they started down the hallway.
    For a brief moment on the flight he'd questioned his sanity for flying south, showing up on her doorstep. But now, seeing the way she kept sneaking covert glances at him, he knew he'd done the right thing. If he wanted a relationship with Julia Fairchild, he was going to have to work for it.
    But he'd never met a challenge he didn't like.
    In front of her door for a second time, he reached for the key. She handed it over quickly and stood to the side, her hands clasped loosely. Pushing the door wide, he used his foot to hold it open as he tossed his bag into the entryway. Then, without a second to lose, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her inside.
    “Trevor,” she said, the tone of her voice somewhere between a surprised squeak and husky with lust. She was going to have to get used to him picking her up.
    He’d never felt the desire to ferry a woman around, but he loved the feel of Julia in his arms, high against his chest, within easy kissing distance. The fact that she weighed hardly anything at all just meant he’d do it as often as he could. There was something wonderful about knowing he had a hold of her and she