I opened them and he pushed inside, his thick length filling me up.

I pulled his mouth to mine in a wet, erotic kiss, our tongues melding, as he started to thrust in and out. His passionate groans drove me wild as he wrapped his arm around my waist and impressively flipped us so I was on top. A brief, flickering moment of self-consciousness hit me but then I saw him staring up at me with love and tenderness in his gaze and it melted away.

He massaged my breast as I started to ride him. Trev gripped my hand and brought our interlaced fingers over his heart. He gazed at me with such fervour I almost came apart.

“You’re a goddess. I love you. I’ll never stop loving you.” It felt like a vow.

His passion overwhelmed me. I felt so full—full of the fiercest, most irrational, divine affection and love for him. I squeezed his hand clutching mine, my heart practically pounding its way out of my chest when I replied, “I l-love you, too.”

Trev’s eyes blazed like an inferno as soon as the words left my mouth. I’d never felt so vulnerable and so complete at the same time. I’d thought saying I loved him would imprison me, but instead it set me free. Every pore in my body came alive. It wasn’t just how I felt, but it was seeing how my love made him feel in return. I’d never seen him look so happy, so accepted. It was like he’d been waiting his whole life just to hear me say I loved him back.

I let out a shaky, pleasure-filled moan as his gaze held me captive, never once letting go of my hand. With only the moon and the stars above us, we drove our bodies to a pleasure so high I never wanted to come back down.

Twenty-Five.

When I woke up the next morning, my muscles felt sore in the most wonderful way. The sun shone on the roof garden, where we lay wrapped in a thin blanket. Last night Trev was punishing in how he took me. I didn’t think there was single part of my body he hadn’t sampled with his lips, teeth and tongue.

His hand stroked my belly as we lay tangled together.

“Spend the day with me,” he murmured.

“Don’t you have to be on set?”

“I do. But only to supervise. They can do without me for one day.”

“I’m not sure Barry will see it like that.”

“He’ll just have to.”

“Neil will probably need my help.”

“Neil’s a powerhouse. He’ll make do.”

At this I shifted to smile at him. “You really are determined for us to spend the day together.”

His expression was full of tenderness. “Last night you told me you loved me. That’s not something I’m going to forget any time soon. So sue me if I want you to myself for a little while.”

The way he spoke made me feel all warm and mushy inside. I stroked his cheek and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “I do love you. And I’m sorry it took me until now to say it.”

“Don’t apologise,” he murmured. “I’m happy.”

We stayed like that for a few minutes, sharing sweet kisses and lingering touches. When I finally managed to drag myself away from him I went to gather my clothes. Trev remained on the sofa, watching me with affection as I dressed. It was still early, but I didn’t want to take the chance of anyone coming up here.

“You should probably put something on, too,” I suggested, but he only shot me a lazy grin.

“I think you prefer me like this.”

I picked up a pillow and threw it at his face.

When we made our way downstairs, Trev had thankfully decided to put some clothes on. And I say thankfully because everybody was gathered in the kitchen eating breakfast. And when I say everybody, I mean everybody. Even Isaac had come over for a bite to eat. I stood frozen as Paul whistled and Callum howled loudly while the others chuckled their amusement. I was so embarrassed I hurried straight to my room, though I still heard James telling them all to grow up.

He was right. Sometimes it was like sharing an apartment with a bunch of teenagers. Trev didn’t have a shy bone in his body of course. He came and stood in the doorway to my room, arms folded and looking decidedly pleased with himself when he said, “I think I’ll rent a car so we can take a drive. Go off the beaten track. It’s been too long since I’ve been behind the wheel. I’m having withdrawals.”

I grinned at that, because like the rest of his brothers, driving was almost as essential as breathing to Trev. “Sure,” I nodded. “Sounds like fun.”

He came and gave me a hot, languorous kiss before he left me to get ready. I showered, then found my last clean item of clothing. It was a light blue tea dress with little clouds printed on. I picked it up a couple months ago at a cutesy vintage style boutique back home. I rarely wore it because it showed a little too much cleavage, however, the skirt went over my knees, so it wasn’t too revealing. I paired it with some ballet flats then dragged my suitcase out to the laundry room to shove all my dirty clothes in the wash.

The group had already left for the day when Trev emerged from his room wearing a navy blue shirt and some beige chinos, Ray Bans perched atop his head. He looked effortlessly stylish and sexy and already I wanted to drag him back to bed. Or the roof. Whatever.

He eyed me like I was a particularly tempting slice of pie, then asked, “Why have I never seen that dress before?”

I ran my hands over the fabric, feeling on display as I shrugged. “I don’t wear it often.”

Trev’s voice was vehement. “Well, you should.”

His little inflection made my pores tighten and I distracted myself by going to check the messages on my phone. When I went to apologise to Neil that I wouldn’t be around today, he waved me off saying Trev already filled him in. I told him I was sorry and that if he wanted to take the day off tomorrow I’d cover for him, which he happily agreed to.

Trev rented a sports car and I smiled as we sailed down the road, windows open, breeze in my hair. He’d taken me to eat breakfast at a lovely outdoor café and now we were going to explore the city and its outskirts. It was Trev’s idea but I was happy to go with the flow. So long as I got to spend the day with him I didn’t mind what we did. However, when the area started to become familiar, I grew tense. Trev stared dead ahead, his hand a little too tight on the steering wheel.

“W-where are we going?” I asked, my chest constricting.