the lace of her panties, the hair on his
chest tickled her skin.
His breath was sweltering against her ear. “Tell me what you
want,” he whispered.
She traced her hands over his back in a slow, unpredictable
pattern. When she gripped his ass, she bit her lower lip to keep from screaming
out what she really wanted. Instead, she concentrated on his butt. It was as
firm and tight as she’d always imagined. She pressed, brought him closer
against her. If she spoke, she was terrified of what would come out.
Nails lightly scratching, she zigzagged up his spine. It
made him tremble. Across the wide breadth of his shoulders, she encountered
another set of raised scars. Claw marks. He lifted her hips, apparently deciding
for her. The denim of her pants scratched against her skin as he guided them
past her thighs.
“Trent.” She had to tell him.
More than anything, she wanted to feel him inside her, to
experience the passion she’d fantasized about. Right or wrong, the first orgasm
she’d ever had was when she’d spent the night at Jeremiah’s and been forced to
listen to Trent screwing his girlfriend all night through the walls. Even
though she’d felt ashamed after, it hadn’t stopped her from recalling the husky
sound of his voice, the dirty words he’d used, the next time she’d slipped her
hand down her panties.
Trent stood, tugged off her boots and pulled her pants to
the floor. As if he commanded her magic, he also took control of her body. Her
legs parted and gave him a teasing glimpse of her covered sex. Trent popped the
button on his jeans and drew down the zipper until his cock sprang free. He was
thick, long. Beautiful. Bigger than she’d anticipated. He palmed his shaft and
stroked himself from base to the crown. Heat blossomed in her stomach. Up,
down. She couldn’t look away.
When she lifted up, the leather peeled from her back. He sat
beside her, and the couch dipped. Trent reached over, caressed her hip, and
pulled her onto his lap until she was straddling him. He spread his hands along
her back, moved them up until he cupped her shoulders. She closed the distance
between them and captured his lips. They fought, going back and forth for
possession. He growled, gripped her hair and pulled until he had her submissive
and controlled the kiss between them.
When she couldn’t breathe, he pulled away.
“We need to talk,” she whispered.
His response was a grunt. Trent nibbled along her neck.
Before she could stop herself, she tilted her head to the side to assist him.
He walked his fingers down her spine, cupped her ass and squeezed. Guiding her
pelvis against his cock, he set a steady rhythm that sent sparks of pleasure
throughout her. She cupped his shoulders and threw back her head. Sensation
built, tightening her stomach, and her pussy ached. He sucked on the front of
her throat. Bolts of ecstasy ran straight through her.
This was torture.
“We can’t do this.” She had to stop before she couldn’t.
Nearly twenty-one years she’d made it without having sex.
She could wait two more days.
“Yes we can.” As if to make his point, he thrust against
her.
“No, we can’t. Trent, stop,” she said.
Trent stiffened underneath her. He released her ass and
lifted his head to look at her. She expected him to be angry. She didn’t expect
to see the concern in his eyes. It was even more proof that he was the man for
her.
“I thought this was what you wanted. Am I doing something
wrong? It’s been a hell of a long time since I made out on a couch. I’m trying
to take it slow, but—”
“It’s not you,” she said. “You need to know that you’re my
familiar.”
He sat up a little straighter and nearly spilled her from
his lap. Hesitation lurked in his gaze, dampening his lust. “Your what?”
She stood and picked up the pendant her mother had given
her, a symbol of protection, and tried to think of the best way to explain it
without freaking him out. Alpha males were touchy when
chest tickled her skin.
His breath was sweltering against her ear. “Tell me what you
want,” he whispered.
She traced her hands over his back in a slow, unpredictable
pattern. When she gripped his ass, she bit her lower lip to keep from screaming
out what she really wanted. Instead, she concentrated on his butt. It was as
firm and tight as she’d always imagined. She pressed, brought him closer
against her. If she spoke, she was terrified of what would come out.
Nails lightly scratching, she zigzagged up his spine. It
made him tremble. Across the wide breadth of his shoulders, she encountered
another set of raised scars. Claw marks. He lifted her hips, apparently deciding
for her. The denim of her pants scratched against her skin as he guided them
past her thighs.
“Trent.” She had to tell him.
More than anything, she wanted to feel him inside her, to
experience the passion she’d fantasized about. Right or wrong, the first orgasm
she’d ever had was when she’d spent the night at Jeremiah’s and been forced to
listen to Trent screwing his girlfriend all night through the walls. Even
though she’d felt ashamed after, it hadn’t stopped her from recalling the husky
sound of his voice, the dirty words he’d used, the next time she’d slipped her
hand down her panties.
Trent stood, tugged off her boots and pulled her pants to
the floor. As if he commanded her magic, he also took control of her body. Her
legs parted and gave him a teasing glimpse of her covered sex. Trent popped the
button on his jeans and drew down the zipper until his cock sprang free. He was
thick, long. Beautiful. Bigger than she’d anticipated. He palmed his shaft and
stroked himself from base to the crown. Heat blossomed in her stomach. Up,
down. She couldn’t look away.
When she lifted up, the leather peeled from her back. He sat
beside her, and the couch dipped. Trent reached over, caressed her hip, and
pulled her onto his lap until she was straddling him. He spread his hands along
her back, moved them up until he cupped her shoulders. She closed the distance
between them and captured his lips. They fought, going back and forth for
possession. He growled, gripped her hair and pulled until he had her submissive
and controlled the kiss between them.
When she couldn’t breathe, he pulled away.
“We need to talk,” she whispered.
His response was a grunt. Trent nibbled along her neck.
Before she could stop herself, she tilted her head to the side to assist him.
He walked his fingers down her spine, cupped her ass and squeezed. Guiding her
pelvis against his cock, he set a steady rhythm that sent sparks of pleasure
throughout her. She cupped his shoulders and threw back her head. Sensation
built, tightening her stomach, and her pussy ached. He sucked on the front of
her throat. Bolts of ecstasy ran straight through her.
This was torture.
“We can’t do this.” She had to stop before she couldn’t.
Nearly twenty-one years she’d made it without having sex.
She could wait two more days.
“Yes we can.” As if to make his point, he thrust against
her.
“No, we can’t. Trent, stop,” she said.
Trent stiffened underneath her. He released her ass and
lifted his head to look at her. She expected him to be angry. She didn’t expect
to see the concern in his eyes. It was even more proof that he was the man for
her.
“I thought this was what you wanted. Am I doing something
wrong? It’s been a hell of a long time since I made out on a couch. I’m trying
to take it slow, but—”
“It’s not you,” she said. “You need to know that you’re my
familiar.”
He sat up a little straighter and nearly spilled her from
his lap. Hesitation lurked in his gaze, dampening his lust. “Your what?”
She stood and picked up the pendant her mother had given
her, a symbol of protection, and tried to think of the best way to explain it
without freaking him out. Alpha males were touchy when
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