Degrees of Passion by Michelle M. Pillow Page A

of his arousal trapped her hips. He finally freed her of her panties, ripping one side to get them completely off. They fell around one of her ankles, snagging on a heel. In a frenzy, Trevor reached for his waistband, undoing his pants without bothering to take them off. The dark material pooled around his ankles and his silk boxers soon followed.
    She reached behind her neck, pulling at the straps to the halter bodice. A strapless black corset bra pushed up her breasts. Warm hands instantly cupped each globe, massaging them until they slipped out of the top. Sasha hopped her butt up onto the table. Trevor stood between her thighs, reaching his hand to rub the delicate bud of flesh hidden there. She ran her hands through his thick hair.
    ‘You’re so warm.’ He bit her ear, harder this time. A finger slipped inside, wiggling. ‘Why don’t you let me go without? I like the feel of flesh. I can’t feel anything with the condom on.’
    She highly doubted that. In the past, he’d felt things just fine. It wasn’t the first time he’d asked, but Sasha prided herself on being careful – even if she did trust him. She wasn’t ready for the consequences of his request. ‘We’ve had that talk.’
    ‘I promise to pull out. Come on, baby, just let me feel it.’
    Sasha arched a brow and started to close her legs.
    ‘Fine.’ Trevor grumbled, but obeyed. He pulled away long enough to grab a condom out of his jacket pocket and slip it on.
    ‘Good man,’ she said, nodding in approval.
    Trevor brought himself to her. The thick glide of his cock parted her as he thrust. She kept her eyes open, liking the ambiance of the rich surroundings. He gripped the table top on either side of her and worked his hips like he worried about getting caught. She held on tight to his neck with one hand and anchored her weight on the table with the other. Her feet bounced in the air. Tension built inside her pussy bringing her close. Trevor jerked, stiffening with his release moments before she hit hers.
    Not yet! Sasha wanted to scream in frustration, as she rocked her hips. She managed to get a tiny tremor before he pulled out. Trevor grinned, a completely sated look.
    ‘I take it you like the dress,’ Sasha teased lightly.
    He nipped at her neck. ‘I love the dress.’ Then running the backs of his fingers down her arm, he stopped when he reached her tattoo. ‘But it will look better when we have this removed.’
    Sasha glanced down to her arm, to the Celtic design. He’d mentioned it before and she’d not really said anything. The design reminded her of a wild, crazy night, of a man she could never talk to again, of things she should want to forget. Something kept her from agreeing wholeheartedly to his words. A part of her, one she hated to admit was there, one she tried her damnedest to bury deep, actually liked the reminder that once she’d done something stupid and young and so very college student. Sometimes, when she was alone, she let herself fantasize about that night, about Kevin’s penetrating gaze and unreadable face.
    Trevor pulled her hand to get her to stand before pulling up his pants. ‘Let’s go to the bedroom. I had a new flat screen installed this week and I want to check it out.’
    ‘You’re so romantic,’ Sasha drawled, quickly dressing. She made sure to pick up her torn underwear and smooth down the tablecloth to hide their deeds.
    Trevor laughed, grabbing her hand. ‘Come on, sweetheart. I’ll let you hold the remote.’
    Tender hands glided along Sasha’s skin, glancing across her cooling spine. With each pass, they became stronger, massaging her flesh. She wanted them to continue, to move down over her ass, up into her hair. The hands were strong, but they didn’t move like Trevor’s, they seemed more inquisitive, exploring, memorizing. Her hips flexed, hitting the mattress softly. Desire stirred within her, tingling in her chest, heating her sex.
    Sasha sighed, fighting the urge to open her eyes