Secret Moves (Secret Dreams Contemporary Romance 3) (8 page)

"Hey, why the frown on that pretty face? I thought you said this view relaxes you." Trey sat next to her and handed her a glass of wine.

She sighed and smiled at him. "You wouldn't want to know."

"I asked, didn't I? Ergo, I would want to know," he said playfully, shifting in his seat to face her fully and brushing a strand of hair off her forehead. He'd done that a few times now, and she liked it.

She sipped her wine and regarded him intently. "I was just thinking of how many flings I could have while I'm here."

Trey stared at her in complete bafflement. "Why?"

She shrugged nonchalantly.

"Wow," he said as he straightened in his seat and looked outside. He looked annoyed, maybe even insulted.

"Hey, that came out totally wrong," she said apologetically. "The truth was I was just put out at the thought of you taking other women to your bed."

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, she zipped it. Once again, her filter failed her. Heck, she didn't want Trey to know about her feelings. She was positive it would make him run for the hills.

"Why were you put out?" he asked cautiously, as if he was afraid of the answer.

Think, Kris. Think!

"Well, I suppose it's similar to your fear of dancing in front of people," she answered after a pause. "I don't want to be embarrassed if I'm not as good as most of the girls you've slept with. Since I haven't been with a man for almost a year, I could be rusty and…not satisfy you. That would be a blow to my ego."

Trey shook his head in disbelief, his mouth curving into that cute lopsided smile. "I want to make another bet," he said in a low, sexy voice.

"What?"

"I bet that you'd satisfy me just fine."
 

Her breathing shallowed as that fire in her belly flared up again. Could he really set her alight that quickly?

"What's the prize for the winner?" she asked.

"The winner gets to choose the prize."

"What would you want as a prize?" she asked curiously.

"If I win,
I
want to be your sex slave—at your beck and call for three weeks—as long as you promise to call on my services at least every other day—if not every day," he said with a salacious grin.

She laughed, her misgivings easing at the idea that filled her head. If she played this right, she could crowd out the other girls. She could be Trey's one and only—for three weeks.

Ooh, bad idea, Kris. Knowing you, you're likely to fall head over heels. What if Trey didn't? You could end up
with pieces of your heart scattered all over Sydney soil.

She pushed away the unwelcome killjoy voice in her head. Three weeks was a long time. Who knew what might happen? She was prepared to plunge head-first, just like she always did with things she really wanted.

Gosh, she was such an optimistic, romantic fool. But that was who she was, and she couldn't change now.
 
If this turned out to be the wrong decision later on, she'd worry then. For the time being…

She turned to Trey and held out her hand. "Deal."

Trey let out a surprised laugh, as if he didn't really think she would take his teasing proposition seriously. "Deal," he said, gripping her hand tightly.

She sat closer to him and slowly ran her fingers along his jaw and down to the first button of his shirt. "Since I really want to
lose
this bet, I better get started. I might need all night."

"Do whatever you want," Trey said huskily.

"Hmm. I think I can kill two birds with one stone," she said sultrily as she stood up in front of him. "Since I still need to give you dance lessons, I might as well show you some moves."

She took a sip from her wine glass and put it down on the coffee table.

"I need some music," she said, flicking her hair flirtatiously and walking to his entertainment centre. "Can I play us a song?"

"Sure," Trey replied.

She chose a slow, sexy tune and turned up the sound system. She swivelled to face him, and her breath caught in her throat. He was watching her, his eyes dark and heated.

She took a deep breath and started moving seductively to the music, all the while twirling closer to where he was sitting. When she was in front of him, she slowly unbuttoned her top, her hips swaying provocatively.

Trey's smoking eyes were glued to her, his mouth slightly agape as his chest heaved visibly.

She flung her shirt to the sofa and let her hands roam on her thighs, belly, up the valley of her breasts, over her neck and her hair, all the while writhing sensuously to the beat.

She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor.

Trey shifted in his seat, the tip of his tongue poking out his mouth. She looked down at the pronounced bulge in his pants and bit her lip to keep from moaning. God, he looked just as aroused as she was.

She stepped closer and proceeded to give him what she hoped was the best lap dance he'd ever had.

"Ahhh, Kris," he hissed as she deliberately brushed his hardness with her bottom as she gyrated.

After a couple of minutes of the most seductive dance she'd ever done for anyone, Trey's arms went around her tightly, keeping her trapped and seated on his lap. He nipped her shoulder hungrily as one of his burning hands roamed her belly and the other stroked her bare thigh.

"You're so hot," he whispered as he unclasped her bra and dropped it to the floor. He flicked a nipple and his other hand strayed close to her soaked centre—caressing, teasing, driving her crazy with anticipation.

"Trey," she gasped, her arm snaking around his neck as he kissed her face. She ground her ass against him, making him groan. In retaliation, his fingers snuck under her panties.

"Oh, fuck. You're so wet," he breathed before capturing her mouth and kissing her senselessly.

She gasped as he stroked her swollen nub while his other hand played with her nipple. "Ohhh!"

She surrendered herself to his ministrations, her head angled to one side as his hot mouth kissed and lightly sucked her neck. Her breath came out in loud pants and she writhed on his lap, making him groan as she hit his hardness. When he inserted a finger in her wetness, she couldn't help the mewling sound that came out of her.

Oh, she was so close. She was supposed to be the one doing the satisfying instead of the one being satisfied!

She tried to get out of his lap, but it only made it easier for Trey to push her down the sofa. He kissed her, his lips and tongue seeming to want to be everywhere at once.

When his mouth closed on a nipple, she let out another lusty moan.

She reached for his belt as his mouth hungrily sucked on her hardened peaks. He helped her with his zipper. Seconds later he was naked from the waist down.

The sight of his erection—hard, big, and jerking—made her moan out loud once again. It had been so long for her, and Trey made her burn like no other. She wanted him inside her. Now.

"Trey, I need you," she cried softly as he slid her panties down her legs.

"I know, baby. Same here," he whispered. He took off his shirt before reaching for his pants and pulling out a foil packet. She sat up and took it from him, wanting to do the honours.

Oh, he looked so hot and she couldn't help herself. She reached down and licked the tip of his erection, tasting his pre-come, before closing her mouth on the head.

"Oh, fuck. Kris!" Trey hissed through gritted teeth.

Hmm. She liked his reaction, so she took more of him in her mouth, licking, sucking, and tugging him with her hand.

"Oh, baby, enough. I want inside you now," he said in breathless gasps, pulling away from her.

She gave him a cute pout before unrolling the condom on his impressive length. When he was sheathed, she found herself flat on her back, with him poised above her.

Their eyes locked as she felt his cock on her waiting entrance. She slung a leg around his waist. With a groan, Trey flexed his hips.

He moved slowly, driving into her inch by inch, his face a picture of barely held restraint.

Her eager body adjusted to his size in no time, and greedily wanted more.

"Trey, please," she moaned, need evident in her voice as she grabbed his ass to urge him to go deeper, faster.

"Ahh…Kris," he said breathlessly, his thrusting increasing in speed.

Mindlessly, their bodies moved with the same rhythm, their lips constantly seeking each other's as they rocked together.

She was almost delirious with pleasure, his movements bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

"Oh, God, Trey," she keened, her body writhing underneath him. With a loud cry, she convulsed, her inner walls clamping his cock like a vise, over and over.

In the midst of her stunning orgasm, she was distantly aware of Trey's harsh panting.

"Oh, fuck…Kris…argh…arghh!"

She held him close with her arms and legs as he emptied himself inside her.

*

After a long moment of quiet, Trey eased his body off her.

"I'll be back," he whispered, before giving her a quick kiss and getting up.

She followed him with her eyes as he disappeared to the bathroom, smiling contentedly.

She sat up, looking around for a throw rug or a blanket. She didn't spot one, and settled for putting on her underwear and top.

"You know, I do have a perfectly comfortable bed somewhere in this apartment," he said, as he returned. He looked ultra comfortable walking around naked. Lord, she could feast her eyes on that muscular body all night long. Well, maybe not just her eyes…

"Yes, I did see it earlier. It looked very inviting too," she said with a sexy smile.

"Well, you get to decide whether we go there next time."

She grinned, biting her bottom lip sensuously. "So, you're at my beck and call for three weeks starting right now, huh?"

"Yes. I'm well and truly satisfied." His smile confirmed his words as he sat down next to her.

"You know what I don't understand?" she asked as she snuggled against him.

He placed his arm around her shoulders. "What?"

"How you can be so totally at ease with being naked yet be so self-conscious on the dance floor?"

He chuckled. "I don't see a hundred pairs of eyes staring at me right now, do I?"

"Also," she continued, "you move so well in bed—err, on the couch. I find it strange that you don't think you can dance."

"Haven't I proven to you I can't?" he asked with a snicker.

"No. All you've proven to me is that you, Trey Andrews, have a shy, self-conscious side. It's okay. I'm not done with you yet."

"I should hope not," he murmured as he captured her lips for a searing kiss.

When Trey's fingers trailed along her inner thigh, all thoughts of anything else left Kris, except that they should go to his bedroom right then. She was ready to dance for him again.

*******

Kris surveyed Trey's bathroom more closely as she dried herself with a towel. In particular, she tried to spot girlie things—something a previous girlfriend might have left, or something he kept for women he took home.

She looked in the mirror and gave herself a stern look.

No, Kris. You are not going to look inside his cabinets.

She got dressed in the clothes she had on earlier, unable to dispel her disappointment that she wasn't staying the night. Not that she'd expected to, but they had such a wonderful time together, and she was really tired. They'd made love for hours and it felt natural to fall asleep in his bed with him. But just as she was about to doze off, Trey had asked if she'd like to use the shower first before he drove her back home. That was obviously his way of saying he didn't want her to stay the night. Had he ever let a woman sleep over?

She shook her head briskly.

Trey's not your boyfriend, Kris. That's none of your business. If he takes another woman home tomorrow, that would also be none of your business.

Her face contorted at the thought.

Kris, you have less than three weeks and two choices. Keep this casual, or go all out and win his heart.

Oh, she liked option two. She was well aware it was crazy and naive, considering Trey's reputation. But she was headstrong, impulsive, and insanely optimistic. And did she mention already halfway in love?

Trey sat on the sofa and looked out the window while he waited for Kris to get ready.

He wasn't happy with himself. He couldn't explain it, but he felt…ungentlemanly. Ehh, that was too tame a word, but he just couldn't find the right one.

He'd never had to shoo a girl from his place before because he'd never brought one here, so he guessed he could justify his funny feeling.

Just because he'd broken Rule Number One didn't mean he was ready break Rule Number Two: No staying the night with a woman.

He took a deep sigh, feeling the need to make it up to Kris somehow. She was already falling asleep when he hinted she should go. After she'd given him one of the best nights he'd had, that was the thanks he gave her?

As soon as she left his arms to go to the bathroom, he'd regretted his words. His bed suddenly felt so cold and empty that he had to bolt out of it and distract himself from his disturbing perception. So he took a shower in the guest bathroom while she was using his.

Maybe it hadn't been a good idea to bring her to his place. It was too uncomfortable. Well, except when Kris was in his arms. Then, it felt more like heaven.

God, she was absolutely freaking hot. He wished he'd structured their last bet so
she
could be at his beck and call. Even right now, what he really craved was to keep her in his bed.

But he had practically told Kris it was time for her to go home. If they had another round, she would most certainly end up staying the night in his apartment. That wasn't what he wanted, was it?

He groaned softly, confusion chasing away the euphoric sensations he'd had from several orgasms.

Ahh, the orgasms. His and hers. Thinking about it was enough to get him horny again.

Maybe next time he
would
let her stay the night.

*******