his tongue swept inside and demanded she give him more. Their tongues dueled and Trent groaned deep in his throat. He playfully bit the edge of her lip and it was her turn to moan into his mouth and grasp his hair.
When his hand slid down to her butt and melded his lower half with hers, she almost melted into the floor. His hard erection pushed against her stomach and she moaned even louder into his mouth. She would definitely be lying if she said she didn’t want to explore this man.
He pulled back and she almost whimpered. He leaned his head down and whispered next to her ear. “Don’t you dare try to tell me this is nothing or that we would be best as business partners. I can promise you, we could have so much more fun exploring whatever this thing is.”
He pushed his hips harder against hers, his cock insistent. She rested her forehead against his pecs and her glance down provided her with a view of his cock–head. It was sticking out over the rim of his low slung pants. Before she could stop herself, she brushed her finger over the tip that was showing. At his sharp intake of breath, she jerked her hand away.
“Sorry,” she quietly whispered.
“Don’t be sorry. I want you to touch. Just not here. My crew should be back soon, and I could definitely use a shower.”
She shook her head slightly, he smelled amazing to her.
“This is crazy Trent. I, we...can’t.” Daphne took a step back.
“Damn it, Daphne. Don’t give me that shit. At least give me a chance. Let me cook dinner for you tonight.” He pulled up his pants, readjusting himself. He was still hard, but she was no longer getting a good view. She hesitated for a moment and she saw the anger in his eyes.
“Fine. When?” Daphne knew it might be a bad decision, but with the way her body was humming, she couldn't find the strength to resist him.
“Tonight. Can you come by my place at seven–thirty?” He looked surprised she had given in. When she nodded, he pulled her back in for another hard kiss. His tongue was much more demanding this time, demanding she give him everything. He wrapped one hand around the back of her neck and the other clenched on her waist, pulling her back in. She was melting all over again when he jerked himself away.
She wanted to stomp her foot, she was getting very sexually frustrated in a very short period of time.
Trent rubbed his thumb down the side of her face before putting a few feet between them. “Tonight. I’ll see you later tonight.”
Daphne gave his body one last look before she jerked her gaze away and ran away for the second time in twenty-four hours, but for two very different reasons.
****
Trent was stirring the sauce when he heard a tentative knock on his front door. He had texted her the directions to his apartment soon after she had left the store. However, he got the feeling that she had already known where he lived. In this town, it wasn’t a shock though.
After she had left, they had gotten a lot done on the shop. All the walls were back in place, covered by sheet rock, and they cleared the floor. With any luck they would be painting the walls and installing the hardwood floor tomorrow. He was excited to tell her of the progress they made. And to possible continue from where they left off.
When he opened the door and his breath hitched. Daphne stood in front of him, looking hesitant. She also looked amazing. She was in a simple red dress that hugged her curves and flared out around her knees. He legs were tan, toned and bare. Her feet were in a pair of simple wedge sandals. The deep vee of the dress drew his attention momentarily to the ample cleavage it revealed. Her blonde hair was in soft curls that feel down do her mid-back. Then he was caught in the fire in her eyes.
He bent down and placed a kiss on her cheek, before he waved her inside. The apartment wasn’t much but she stopped to take it all in. The living room was open and airy, with a couch and recliner that sat in
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