root-deep.
She held on tight as she came again. Her whole body constricted. Waves of pleasure pulsated, taking all her strength. Distantly aware of his holding still, letting go of his release. She dropped down onto the mattress.
He remained inside her, poised above and looking…supremely pleased with himself.
She turned her head away from seeing the victorious gleam in his eyes. And she’d fallen straight into his bed. Shit. What am I going to do now?
Chapter Seven
Katina paced from the shower to the sink in Trent’s bathroom. She crossed her arms and cupped her elbows in her hands. The only choice she had was to walk out, thank Trent for a wonderful time, act as if everything was better than great, and leave.
She groaned. She didn’t want to leave. This…this was exactly why she always led the way in new relationships.
When she called the shots, there were no decisions to stress over. She didn’t worry about what was going through the guy’s mind, because all men wanted sex. She could do sex, but what she and Trent did tonight was not sex. It was something else.
And it scared her.
A knock came at the door. “Katina.”
“Yeah, I’m coming out. Give me a second.” She wrinkled her nose.
He’d never let her walk away without some kind of explanation. Her reasons were too much for her to deal with at the moment, so she’d have to wait him out and fade away from him gradually without him realizing what she was doing. Besides, what they shared was good, wonderful, but how was she supposed to know if it was a relationship that’d last?
She opened the door, smiled at Trent, accepted his kiss, and wiggled her way out of his arms. He pulled her back.
His mouth hardened. “Don’t.”
“What?” She blinked at him.
He pushed her hair away from her face. “Want to tell me what happened between the time you came with my cock inside of you and right now? Because I don’t like what I’m seeing.”
“Nothing.” She laughed, and this time he let her go. “It was great. Thank you.”
“Thank you?” He scoffed. “Bullshit.”
She found her flip-flops and slipped into them. “Why are you getting angry?”
“Because you’re jerking me.” He walked across the room and leaned against the dresser. “I expected you to come out, be content enough to open yourself up, and we could both finish off the evening together. Instead, you’re throwing attitude around.”
“I don’t know what you expected from me.” She shook her head. “This is what normally happens. Well, I don’t sleep with a guy on the first date—”
“Second,” he said.
“Fine. Even on the second date, I don’t have sex with a man I barely know.” She picked up her purse, dug out her phone, and looked at the time. “I should really get back. I’m working on the Mitchells’ house tomorrow, and I’d like to have time to work with the fabric I bought today.”
“So, that’s it?”
“Well, not it, as in, that’s it between us. I like you.” She softened her smile. “I’m not jerking you around.”
“You’re staying.” He moved toward her. “I get that you have to work. So do I. But we have tonight. I told you we’re spending all day together.”
She crossed her arms. “You’re going to argue with me?”
“Nope.” He leaned down, kissed her hard, and pinned her with a look. “I’m just not going to let you get away with the shit you normally do.”
“That’s unfair.”
He laughed. “Get used to it, baby. That’s how I am, and if we’re going to continue enjoying each other—and we will; that’s a promise—you’ll do it my way.”
She was a leader. In and out of bed. She gave men more than she received. That out-of-your-head moment during sex that she experienced with Trent always happened to other people, never her. She always stayed aware of what was going on.
With Trent, the slightest touch and she was writhing on the bed.
What she never did was let the man give and give and give, only
She held on tight as she came again. Her whole body constricted. Waves of pleasure pulsated, taking all her strength. Distantly aware of his holding still, letting go of his release. She dropped down onto the mattress.
He remained inside her, poised above and looking…supremely pleased with himself.
She turned her head away from seeing the victorious gleam in his eyes. And she’d fallen straight into his bed. Shit. What am I going to do now?
Chapter Seven
Katina paced from the shower to the sink in Trent’s bathroom. She crossed her arms and cupped her elbows in her hands. The only choice she had was to walk out, thank Trent for a wonderful time, act as if everything was better than great, and leave.
She groaned. She didn’t want to leave. This…this was exactly why she always led the way in new relationships.
When she called the shots, there were no decisions to stress over. She didn’t worry about what was going through the guy’s mind, because all men wanted sex. She could do sex, but what she and Trent did tonight was not sex. It was something else.
And it scared her.
A knock came at the door. “Katina.”
“Yeah, I’m coming out. Give me a second.” She wrinkled her nose.
He’d never let her walk away without some kind of explanation. Her reasons were too much for her to deal with at the moment, so she’d have to wait him out and fade away from him gradually without him realizing what she was doing. Besides, what they shared was good, wonderful, but how was she supposed to know if it was a relationship that’d last?
She opened the door, smiled at Trent, accepted his kiss, and wiggled her way out of his arms. He pulled her back.
His mouth hardened. “Don’t.”
“What?” She blinked at him.
He pushed her hair away from her face. “Want to tell me what happened between the time you came with my cock inside of you and right now? Because I don’t like what I’m seeing.”
“Nothing.” She laughed, and this time he let her go. “It was great. Thank you.”
“Thank you?” He scoffed. “Bullshit.”
She found her flip-flops and slipped into them. “Why are you getting angry?”
“Because you’re jerking me.” He walked across the room and leaned against the dresser. “I expected you to come out, be content enough to open yourself up, and we could both finish off the evening together. Instead, you’re throwing attitude around.”
“I don’t know what you expected from me.” She shook her head. “This is what normally happens. Well, I don’t sleep with a guy on the first date—”
“Second,” he said.
“Fine. Even on the second date, I don’t have sex with a man I barely know.” She picked up her purse, dug out her phone, and looked at the time. “I should really get back. I’m working on the Mitchells’ house tomorrow, and I’d like to have time to work with the fabric I bought today.”
“So, that’s it?”
“Well, not it, as in, that’s it between us. I like you.” She softened her smile. “I’m not jerking you around.”
“You’re staying.” He moved toward her. “I get that you have to work. So do I. But we have tonight. I told you we’re spending all day together.”
She crossed her arms. “You’re going to argue with me?”
“Nope.” He leaned down, kissed her hard, and pinned her with a look. “I’m just not going to let you get away with the shit you normally do.”
“That’s unfair.”
He laughed. “Get used to it, baby. That’s how I am, and if we’re going to continue enjoying each other—and we will; that’s a promise—you’ll do it my way.”
She was a leader. In and out of bed. She gave men more than she received. That out-of-your-head moment during sex that she experienced with Trent always happened to other people, never her. She always stayed aware of what was going on.
With Trent, the slightest touch and she was writhing on the bed.
What she never did was let the man give and give and give, only
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