Haven arched her back and widened her legs. “Oh, yes. Like that. A lot more like that. It feels so good.”
He loved the sound of her voice when she was lost in the throes of passion. She dropped an octave and added some gravel to her voice. And since she’d tilted her head back, she gave him an opportunity to lick her neck.
“Oh, my God, Trevor. You keep doing that while you’re f**king me, you’re going to make me come again.” This time, her voice begged, and he knew it wasn’t a complaint.
“I like the way you taste, Haven,” he whispered against her neck. “All over. I like your skin, the way you breathe, and I especially like the way you move when I’m inside you. You make me want to come hard.”
She lifted her head and met his gaze, her eyes glazed with passion. “Yes. I want that. I need you to come. I need you to feel what I’ve felt. It’s so good.”
And then there were no words because he was lost in her depths, and now it was his turn to do nothing but feel. He knew he could get her there, but as he powered into her with a thrust, she tightened around him and, oh, man, the sounds of her moans and whimpers as she came just wrecked him. That was the end for him, because all he wanted was to let go.
When he released, it was like he’d been catapulted from his own skin. He grabbed hold of Haven and thrust deeply into her when he came. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he shuddered through an epic climax that left him sweating and shaking, glad he had Haven to hold on to as a lifeline.
His breaths sawed in and out. He took a few more, catching his breath, swiping his hands over her face. She looked up at him, her eyes clear as she smiled at him. He bent and brushed his lips over hers, getting lost in the way she tasted, rolling over and bringing her with him, liking that they were still so intimately connected.
He wasn’t sure he wanted to let her go. But he did, pulling her out of the bed with him so they could go into her bathroom and clean up a bit. He glanced at her in the mirror. She looked tired, so he climbed into bed with her and she laid her head on his shoulder. She closed her eyes and she was out within minutes.
He lay there listening to her breathe, enjoying the feel of her body snuggled up next to his.
Eventually, he closed his eyes and drifted off.
Chapter Sixteen
HAVEN WALKED THE STERILE WHITE CORRIDORS, knowing what waited for her in that room. She dreaded it, but knew she had to go there, to be with her dad.
He needed her, and she’d endure anything just to be there for him. There wasn’t much time left.
She took a deep, stabilizing breath and entered the room.
It was empty. She looked all around, but she couldn’t find him. “Dad?” She called out, but he didn’t answer.
She hurried out of the room, running as fast as she could, but it was like running in mud. Her legs weren’t working right.
“Dad? Where are you? I can’t find you.”
Haven.
She heard his voice calling her name and ran to the sound. But still, she could barely move, let alone run.
Haven.
His voice grew more faint. She struggled, forcing her legs and feet to push harder. This was so damn frustrating. She had to get to him before it was too late.
“I’m coming, Dad. I’m trying to find you. Where are you?”
She felt the wetness of tears roll down her face, knew she wasn’t going to reach him in time.
Suddenly, there he was, at the end of the hall. So close, and yet an ocean’s distance away, because as she looked at him, so frail, so thin as he reached his arms out for her, she could already see he was disappearing.
“No, Dad, no. Please don’t go.”
She let out a gasping sob, trying to reach him as he held his arms out.
Haven. I have to go.
“Daddy, no. Please don’t leave me.”
But it was too late. He was gone.
She dropped to the ground and released the wall of tears.
“Haven. Haven, wake up.”
She shot up in bed, still crying, and turned her face into Trevor’s shoulder, wrapping her arms around someone solid, someone real.
“Shh, it’s okay, honey.”
She couldn’t even form words right then because the dream had been so vivid to her, the ache of losing her father all over again hurting so badly it made her throat close up, made her heart hurt.
Trevor didn’t even ask, just stroked her back and murmured words of comfort as he held tight to her until she cried out the anguish of loss. When the gasping sobs subsided and she had nothing left, he reached over on the nightstand and handed her a box of tissues. She blew her nose and dried her eyes.