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He skimmed her lips for a kiss. This woman. He didn’t deserve her.
“Let’s go to bed.”
And they did. He slept better than he had in years with Dahlia curled against his chest and his arm wrapped over her.
This is my future.
Chapter Twenty-Six
This was a first!
For all the nights she’d spent at Trey’s, she’d never woken up before him. Never! She wasn’t about to let this opportunity pass her by. She quietly got out of bed, rummaged through his dresser, pulled out a T-shirt, and tip-toed out of the room. The apartment in the early hours was silent and dark. The sun had yet to rise.
His place wasn’t what she’d call homey or warm, but it was beautiful and had a few specific Trey characteristics that she loved. It was decorated as if he’d hired someone, and she was probably on point with that assessment, but it did capture him, in a sense. Muted colors, elegant, and sophisticated. His furniture was a dark brown leather, and the end tables were absent of any extras or personal items. It was clean and sleek.
However, there were a few things. Trey had a bar setup in the corner with an array of shot glasses from other states. He had a wall of books that rivaled some libraries and a picture in a frame tucked in the corner of his dining room. Three boys. They were easy to recognize, especially Trey and Rogue. But she saw the similar features from the oldest, knowing it was Oz. It had to have been taken years ago. It wasn’t exactly in focus, and none of them were looking at the camera, but they were seated on a concrete wall, side by side.
There was more to their history than Trey had shared. She knew he’d given her a mere snippet. But he gave me something. It was enough for now.
Dahlia quickly rummaged through his cabinets. He had the basics but nothing elaborate. When she opened the fridge, she was stunned to see it was pretty much stocked. This was another first. But she had mentioned wanting to cook for him. Had he ordered groceries because of her? Dahlia battened down her smile and grabbed what she needed.
Breakfast wasn’t exactly her specialty, but she could make a decent omelet and hashbrowns. She started prepping the food, started the coffee, and glanced up at the clock on the microwave. She was working on borrowed time if she had any hope of having it all done before he woke up. The potatoes would take the longest, so she started on them first. After thirty minutes, she whisked the eggs, adding peppers, onions, and cheese.
She flipped the omelet, but movement from the hallway caught her attention, and she glanced up. Oh damn. Trey in a suit was panty-drenching. Naked was perfection. But there was something sexy about seeing him in nothing but sweatpants.
“I’m making breakfast.” Her breath hitched, watching him stalk forward.
His gaze shifted to the counter, then the stove, and dropped down to her shirt. She didn’t think he’d mind her borrowing it. His gaze darkened, and she immediately felt a rush of heat cover her body. And not in a good way. She pulled at the front of the shirt.
“I didn’t peg you for a T-shirt guy.” She nervously chuckled as he rounded the counter. “I hope you don’t mind that I borrowed it.”
His gaze darkened as he rounded the counter. “Take it off.”
Oh fuck.
Dahlia nodded and started around the breakfast bar, but Trey grabbed her hips, pinning her against the counter, whispering in her ear. “I said take it off.”
“I’m going to, but my top is in your bedroom.”
“I didn’t tell you to change, I told you to take it off.” He growled, digging the pads of his fingers into her hips.
“Trey,” she whispered, her breath laboring.
“Do it.”
That was all it took. One command from him.
Dahlia pulled it over her head, and he grabbed it from her hands, tossing it into the living room. She was left standing with only her G-string panties. He sidled up against her back, sliding his hands over her hips. Dahlia turned her head, and his lips came down on hers. Hard.
Dahlia could multi-task, but this was pushing it. Still, she couldn’t bring herself to break away from the kiss. She was addicted to Trey. His taste, his scent, his touch. His hands drove around her stomach and over her chest, palming her breasts. She pressed her hips back, lining up directly with his erection. When she swiveled against him, he groaned, making her instantly wet and soaking her sliver of panties.
They had to stop before she ruined breakfast. She tore her mouth from his. This was another first. Dahlia had never broken away from his kiss. She licked her lips and whispered, “Trey, it’s burning.”
He dropped his hand to the burner control, spun it off, and grabbed the pan, moving it to the burner in the back. I guess breakfast can wait.
Trey grasped her hips, guiding her away from the stove and to the counter. She attempted to turn, but he dug his fingers into her hips and maneuvered her over the counter. Her breasts were flush on the cool granite and her nipples immediately beaded. Or it could have been a result of his touch. Trey’s hands spread out over her back, sending an excited shiver down her spine. Dahlia walked her feet out, spreading her legs, and got an immediate reaction. Trey growled. It was the sexiest sound any man had ever made.
Trey slid his finger up the crease between her cheeks, grasping the top elastic with his finger and ripping off her panties. She felt a slight bite as the material scratched against her skin, but it only amped up her desire. His hand trailed up her back and over her scalp. It felt so good. She gasped when his hand fisted her hair, pulling her head back into the crook of her neck. His lips pressed against her neck, and she muffled her moan.
