front of her and growled. “I hope you have a condom or two here.”
Oh, shit. A few scenarios played through her head, and all of them piqued her interest. “Why?”
Distracted by her ideas, she found the ice-cream carton taken out of her hands, and her body locked in his embrace. She gasped when her feet left the floor.
“Trent!”
“You want me.” He grinned, chuckling.
Dammit. He knew.
He carried her down the hallway, laughing harder when he carried her straight to her bedroom. She’d never seen him let loose, act silly, and she liked it. A lot.
In the middle of the room, he stopped and slid her down his body. She held on to him. Oh, boy.
She knew exactly why he’d come to the apartment instead of phoning. The proof was pressed against her. “You came over for me?”
“Yes,” he whispered. “I’m not going to let you get away with pushing me away. I want answers, but right now, I want you.”
She clung to his shirt. “You want me.”
“Yeah, baby.” He sank his fingers into the hair at the back of her neck. “You’ve got three seconds to turn around and grab on to the bed.”
She gaped at him. “You think I’ll just bend over? For you?”
“Absolutely.” A dimple showed up beside the corner of his mouth.
It was a standoff. She could yell bloody murder, run for the exit, and be free of Trent. She ran her hand across his stomach, feeling his muscles harden. She’d never see him again, and although he was bossy, dominating, and too sexy for his own good, she kinda liked when he went all caveman on her. He made her feel cherished, as if she was the only woman in his life and he wanted to protect her.
Without taking her gaze off him, she slowly undid the snap on her shorts, wiggled them past her hips, along with her panties, and kicked them off her feet. She slowly turned around, gazing over her shoulder as she leaned forward until her hands braced her upper body on the mattress.
“Fuck me,” he muttered.
She stifled a moan. So turned on by his authority and reaction, she forgot all about her ass showing. Her legs shook, and she clutched the bedspread.
“Only you can look seductively sexy and fucking innocent at the same time.” He swatted her butt.
Warmth filled her as she flinched. She braced herself for another slap, surprised that she wanted him to put his hand on her, to feel the sting of his touch, to have him make her take him.
“Jesus, baby. That’s hot. You pushing your ass up toward me,” he said.
Was she? Oh, God. She was.
He kept his gaze on her posterior. “Condom?”
“Bathroom. Medicine cabinet.” She straightened.
“No. Don’t move. Stay right where you are.” He stalked out of the room.
She thought about moving. It would take only a second to grab her shorts and put them back on. But she wanted Trent to get off on screwing her, and she doubted if she could tell him no when she wanted him inside her.
Her body vibrated as she waited for him to return. Sensitized to every touch, every look, every word, she could no more leave right now before he fucked her than tell him no. In the back of her mind, she knew if she followed his directions and pleased him, he’d take her higher and deeper. Just the way she wanted.
Trent returned. He walked behind her, and she hung her head, watching him step between her legs. The second they were done having sex, she was going to tell him he couldn’t come visit her whenever he wanted, and she was definitely not having sex whenever he wanted.
“I wish you could see how pretty you look bent over in front of me.” He skimmed his thumb down her hip. “Did I tell you how I love when you blush? You get that way out in public when you think you’ve been goofy and quickly cover up with saying something brilliant to distract me. I see through you, baby.”
Her stubborn stance eased, and in its place, her eyes watered. She gazed over her shoulder, blinking. What was wrong with her? Why did she want to throw herself at him,
Oh, shit. A few scenarios played through her head, and all of them piqued her interest. “Why?”
Distracted by her ideas, she found the ice-cream carton taken out of her hands, and her body locked in his embrace. She gasped when her feet left the floor.
“Trent!”
“You want me.” He grinned, chuckling.
Dammit. He knew.
He carried her down the hallway, laughing harder when he carried her straight to her bedroom. She’d never seen him let loose, act silly, and she liked it. A lot.
In the middle of the room, he stopped and slid her down his body. She held on to him. Oh, boy.
She knew exactly why he’d come to the apartment instead of phoning. The proof was pressed against her. “You came over for me?”
“Yes,” he whispered. “I’m not going to let you get away with pushing me away. I want answers, but right now, I want you.”
She clung to his shirt. “You want me.”
“Yeah, baby.” He sank his fingers into the hair at the back of her neck. “You’ve got three seconds to turn around and grab on to the bed.”
She gaped at him. “You think I’ll just bend over? For you?”
“Absolutely.” A dimple showed up beside the corner of his mouth.
It was a standoff. She could yell bloody murder, run for the exit, and be free of Trent. She ran her hand across his stomach, feeling his muscles harden. She’d never see him again, and although he was bossy, dominating, and too sexy for his own good, she kinda liked when he went all caveman on her. He made her feel cherished, as if she was the only woman in his life and he wanted to protect her.
Without taking her gaze off him, she slowly undid the snap on her shorts, wiggled them past her hips, along with her panties, and kicked them off her feet. She slowly turned around, gazing over her shoulder as she leaned forward until her hands braced her upper body on the mattress.
“Fuck me,” he muttered.
She stifled a moan. So turned on by his authority and reaction, she forgot all about her ass showing. Her legs shook, and she clutched the bedspread.
“Only you can look seductively sexy and fucking innocent at the same time.” He swatted her butt.
Warmth filled her as she flinched. She braced herself for another slap, surprised that she wanted him to put his hand on her, to feel the sting of his touch, to have him make her take him.
“Jesus, baby. That’s hot. You pushing your ass up toward me,” he said.
Was she? Oh, God. She was.
He kept his gaze on her posterior. “Condom?”
“Bathroom. Medicine cabinet.” She straightened.
“No. Don’t move. Stay right where you are.” He stalked out of the room.
She thought about moving. It would take only a second to grab her shorts and put them back on. But she wanted Trent to get off on screwing her, and she doubted if she could tell him no when she wanted him inside her.
Her body vibrated as she waited for him to return. Sensitized to every touch, every look, every word, she could no more leave right now before he fucked her than tell him no. In the back of her mind, she knew if she followed his directions and pleased him, he’d take her higher and deeper. Just the way she wanted.
Trent returned. He walked behind her, and she hung her head, watching him step between her legs. The second they were done having sex, she was going to tell him he couldn’t come visit her whenever he wanted, and she was definitely not having sex whenever he wanted.
“I wish you could see how pretty you look bent over in front of me.” He skimmed his thumb down her hip. “Did I tell you how I love when you blush? You get that way out in public when you think you’ve been goofy and quickly cover up with saying something brilliant to distract me. I see through you, baby.”
Her stubborn stance eased, and in its place, her eyes watered. She gazed over her shoulder, blinking. What was wrong with her? Why did she want to throw herself at him,
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