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widen as she recognized where she was and then saw the beginnings of desire ignite in her warm gaze as she looked at his bare chest and face.
“Good morning. How are you feeling?”
Brianna watched his mouth move and remembered what it had felt like to have his lips on hers. Had she really made out with her boss in the back of a moving vehicle last night? She started to sit up and then realized that she was wearing nothing beneath the sheet. Where were her clothes? Furthermore, who had removed them?
Trent watched the emotions cross Brianna’s face as she realized she was naked beneath the bed sheet. Before she could voice her questions, he said, “I figured you would sleep more comfortably if you weren’t fighting your clothing.”
Brianna swallowed before letting her thoughts be voiced, “Did you have to remove my bra as well?”
Trent hid his grin, he hadn’t had to remove her bra, but the desire to look upon her abundance had been overwhelming, and once he’d begun, he found himself unable to stop from removing the remainder of her garments. She was magnificent and he couldn’t wait until she was feeling better so that he could show her exactly how magnificent he found her.
Answering her question, he reached a hand up to brush the back of his fingers down her cheek, cupping her neck, “Brianna, No – I didn’t have to remove your undergarments. I’m not sorry I did, you’re gorgeous. Every inch of you.”
Brianna blushed and wondered if he had hit his head instead of her. Her last boyfriend had only been interested in mauling her breasts and finding his pleasure as quickly as possible. Brianna had only engaged in sex with him a few times and had found each time lacking. After her mother’s stroke, Brianna had barely found time to sleep, and sex was the furthest thing from her mind.
Todd had been less than patient and blamed her for the growing problems in their relationship. According to Todd, it was her job as his girlfriend to make time to help him relieve his stress from work. She had been tempted to ask who was supposed to be helping her relieve the stress of caring for a critically ill mother? Instead, she had attempted to meet his needs, but her lack of enthusiasm had been hard to hide. Todd had vacated her life within a few weeks of her mother’s illness.
Her first boyfriend hadn’t been able to think about anyone but himself. She had given in and had sex with him one time, but when he had started calling her dirty names, she had been so turned off; she had refused to repeat the experience. He had called her a prude, sexless and frigid. She had been glad to see the last of him.
Then her mother had suffered a stroke. Time for boyfriends had disappeared as Brianna’s entire world had narrowed to caring for her mother and making enough money to provide for those services.
Trent waited for Brianna to speak, and when she didn’t, he quietly inquired, “Is your head still hurting this morning?”
Brianna raised her eyes and attempted to nod, only to stop on a groan as the glass shards changed direction in her brain. Closing her eyes, she waited until the stabbing pain stopped before she weakly responded, “Yes.”
Trent couldn’t stand to see her hurting, and quickly left the bed and returned with two of the pain killers and a glass of water. Trent had never felt this need to care for someone else. Normally, his interaction with women involved being seen at some function with them, providing them with an appropriate token of his affection, and then returning to their place for some meaningless sex, at least on his part.
He never brought them home, needing the ability to leave on his time frame, not theirs. Pam had often told him that his idea of a relationship was just shy of hiring a local streetwalker, but Trent argued that the women he chose to date were after the same thing he was and everyone knew the score going in. Nobody got hurt, no harm, no foul.
Caring for Brianna had sparked
“Good morning. How are you feeling?”
Brianna watched his mouth move and remembered what it had felt like to have his lips on hers. Had she really made out with her boss in the back of a moving vehicle last night? She started to sit up and then realized that she was wearing nothing beneath the sheet. Where were her clothes? Furthermore, who had removed them?
Trent watched the emotions cross Brianna’s face as she realized she was naked beneath the bed sheet. Before she could voice her questions, he said, “I figured you would sleep more comfortably if you weren’t fighting your clothing.”
Brianna swallowed before letting her thoughts be voiced, “Did you have to remove my bra as well?”
Trent hid his grin, he hadn’t had to remove her bra, but the desire to look upon her abundance had been overwhelming, and once he’d begun, he found himself unable to stop from removing the remainder of her garments. She was magnificent and he couldn’t wait until she was feeling better so that he could show her exactly how magnificent he found her.
Answering her question, he reached a hand up to brush the back of his fingers down her cheek, cupping her neck, “Brianna, No – I didn’t have to remove your undergarments. I’m not sorry I did, you’re gorgeous. Every inch of you.”
Brianna blushed and wondered if he had hit his head instead of her. Her last boyfriend had only been interested in mauling her breasts and finding his pleasure as quickly as possible. Brianna had only engaged in sex with him a few times and had found each time lacking. After her mother’s stroke, Brianna had barely found time to sleep, and sex was the furthest thing from her mind.
Todd had been less than patient and blamed her for the growing problems in their relationship. According to Todd, it was her job as his girlfriend to make time to help him relieve his stress from work. She had been tempted to ask who was supposed to be helping her relieve the stress of caring for a critically ill mother? Instead, she had attempted to meet his needs, but her lack of enthusiasm had been hard to hide. Todd had vacated her life within a few weeks of her mother’s illness.
Her first boyfriend hadn’t been able to think about anyone but himself. She had given in and had sex with him one time, but when he had started calling her dirty names, she had been so turned off; she had refused to repeat the experience. He had called her a prude, sexless and frigid. She had been glad to see the last of him.
Then her mother had suffered a stroke. Time for boyfriends had disappeared as Brianna’s entire world had narrowed to caring for her mother and making enough money to provide for those services.
Trent waited for Brianna to speak, and when she didn’t, he quietly inquired, “Is your head still hurting this morning?”
Brianna raised her eyes and attempted to nod, only to stop on a groan as the glass shards changed direction in her brain. Closing her eyes, she waited until the stabbing pain stopped before she weakly responded, “Yes.”
Trent couldn’t stand to see her hurting, and quickly left the bed and returned with two of the pain killers and a glass of water. Trent had never felt this need to care for someone else. Normally, his interaction with women involved being seen at some function with them, providing them with an appropriate token of his affection, and then returning to their place for some meaningless sex, at least on his part.
He never brought them home, needing the ability to leave on his time frame, not theirs. Pam had often told him that his idea of a relationship was just shy of hiring a local streetwalker, but Trent argued that the women he chose to date were after the same thing he was and everyone knew the score going in. Nobody got hurt, no harm, no foul.
Caring for Brianna had sparked
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