perfect.
Except…
His mind roared with realization. Tia gripped his shoulders, her moans growing louder. He kissed her, trapping the scream of release in his mouth while thrusting once more, feeling his own orgasm tunnel through his body.
For endless moments they stayed that way, his lips on hers, his sex locked securely in hers. Then Trent reluctantly pulled back, resting his forehead against hers as they both struggled to catch their breath.
When he thought his heartbeat was strong enough to sustain normal conversation he said, “I’m sorry.”
Her lashes, naturally long and untouched by makeup, fluttered, her lids lifting. She had beautiful eyes, hazel with tiny flecks of green and gold that looked almost feline.
“Sorry? For wha…” she closed her mouth, cursed, then looked away.
Trent felt her begin to tense and gently let her unwrap her legs from around him. When he knew she was stable he took a step back and began fixing his clothes. “I should have protected you,” he said as he adjusted his pants. “I’ve never forgotten before.” He cursed himself as she dragged her hands through her hair, then bent forward to fix her shorts.
Stooping down he helped her put her foot back into her shorts then pulled them up her legs. She hadn’t seemed to mind him helping her dress but now she stood there, still and unspeaking.
“Tia,” he began cupping her face with one hand.
She shook her head. “No. Don’t apologize again. We’re both adults. I should have said something.”
For a moment Trent could only stare at her. Into those magnificent eyes he searched for answers, for reasons why she reacted to things in certain ways, why she said what she said. But it had already begun, she was closing herself off to him once more.
“It won’t happen again,” he said finally, then leaned in for a soft kiss on her lips.
She nodded but did not kiss him back.
“I really need to get a shower and leave. I have errands to run,” she said when he still stood in front of her.
“Right,” he said wanting to spend more time with her but knowing it was a mistake. Trent did not spend time with women. He did what was necessary to seduce them and he moved on. He and Tia were not dating, or courting or whatever they called it these days. They were having hot earth-shattering sex.
“I’ll walk you to the locker room,” he offered moving to the side so she could take the steps beside him.
They took the two flights in silence, then Trent opened the door and let her out into the long hallway that led tothe female locker rooms. When they arrived at that door she turned, looking up to him. A few of her braids had escaped the ponytail she wore and he fingered one, loving the soft texture, the beautiful golden color that seemed to enhance her intriguing features.
“I’m okay with this, Trent,” she said finally.
“This?” he inquired.
The left side of her mouth lifted slowly, the smile small but just as potent, tugging softly on something in his chest.
“Yeah, this thing between us. I’m okay with having sex with you.” The smile grew a little bigger and Trent struggled to breathe. “I actually like it. A lot,” she added.
“Good,” he said ignoring any foreign emotions that might be trickling through his body at her words. “I like it a lot, too.”
She chuckled then and Trent could swear he’d never heard anything as sweet. “I’m glad to hear that.”
“So—” his fingers moved from her hair to skate lightly across her jaw “—when do we do it again?”
“Insatiable,” she whispered, then stood on tiptoe to run her tongue along his lips. “I like that, too.”
He couldn’t help it. He tried, he really did. Coming down the steps Trent swore he wasn’t going to touch her again, he wasn’t going to act like a teenager with his nose wide open. Still, one arm went around her waist, capturing her before she could retreat. He touched her lips again, tentatively at first, watching her watch
Except…
His mind roared with realization. Tia gripped his shoulders, her moans growing louder. He kissed her, trapping the scream of release in his mouth while thrusting once more, feeling his own orgasm tunnel through his body.
For endless moments they stayed that way, his lips on hers, his sex locked securely in hers. Then Trent reluctantly pulled back, resting his forehead against hers as they both struggled to catch their breath.
When he thought his heartbeat was strong enough to sustain normal conversation he said, “I’m sorry.”
Her lashes, naturally long and untouched by makeup, fluttered, her lids lifting. She had beautiful eyes, hazel with tiny flecks of green and gold that looked almost feline.
“Sorry? For wha…” she closed her mouth, cursed, then looked away.
Trent felt her begin to tense and gently let her unwrap her legs from around him. When he knew she was stable he took a step back and began fixing his clothes. “I should have protected you,” he said as he adjusted his pants. “I’ve never forgotten before.” He cursed himself as she dragged her hands through her hair, then bent forward to fix her shorts.
Stooping down he helped her put her foot back into her shorts then pulled them up her legs. She hadn’t seemed to mind him helping her dress but now she stood there, still and unspeaking.
“Tia,” he began cupping her face with one hand.
She shook her head. “No. Don’t apologize again. We’re both adults. I should have said something.”
For a moment Trent could only stare at her. Into those magnificent eyes he searched for answers, for reasons why she reacted to things in certain ways, why she said what she said. But it had already begun, she was closing herself off to him once more.
“It won’t happen again,” he said finally, then leaned in for a soft kiss on her lips.
She nodded but did not kiss him back.
“I really need to get a shower and leave. I have errands to run,” she said when he still stood in front of her.
“Right,” he said wanting to spend more time with her but knowing it was a mistake. Trent did not spend time with women. He did what was necessary to seduce them and he moved on. He and Tia were not dating, or courting or whatever they called it these days. They were having hot earth-shattering sex.
“I’ll walk you to the locker room,” he offered moving to the side so she could take the steps beside him.
They took the two flights in silence, then Trent opened the door and let her out into the long hallway that led tothe female locker rooms. When they arrived at that door she turned, looking up to him. A few of her braids had escaped the ponytail she wore and he fingered one, loving the soft texture, the beautiful golden color that seemed to enhance her intriguing features.
“I’m okay with this, Trent,” she said finally.
“This?” he inquired.
The left side of her mouth lifted slowly, the smile small but just as potent, tugging softly on something in his chest.
“Yeah, this thing between us. I’m okay with having sex with you.” The smile grew a little bigger and Trent struggled to breathe. “I actually like it. A lot,” she added.
“Good,” he said ignoring any foreign emotions that might be trickling through his body at her words. “I like it a lot, too.”
She chuckled then and Trent could swear he’d never heard anything as sweet. “I’m glad to hear that.”
“So—” his fingers moved from her hair to skate lightly across her jaw “—when do we do it again?”
“Insatiable,” she whispered, then stood on tiptoe to run her tongue along his lips. “I like that, too.”
He couldn’t help it. He tried, he really did. Coming down the steps Trent swore he wasn’t going to touch her again, he wasn’t going to act like a teenager with his nose wide open. Still, one arm went around her waist, capturing her before she could retreat. He touched her lips again, tentatively at first, watching her watch
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