He was so careful and restrained. As if he was afraid she would bolt if he let his passion have free rein. But she wasn’t going anywhere. She wanted his excitement and his heat. She wanted all of it. She wanted him wild and untamed, the way she knew he could be.
With that in mind, she took control of the kiss, sliding her tongue into his mouth, tasting and licking at the wet warmth she found there. He groaned and slipped his own tongue between her soft pink lips, and she surprised him by sucking on it. Crystal felt the exact moment when his willpower evaporated. He pushed her backward and away from him. He stood stock-still, staring down at her, dark desire etched into the rugged features of his face. He looked untamed and dangerous, and Crystal felt a shiver run the length of her spine.
“You’re playing with fire.”
She loved the gravelly tone of his voice; it gave her a hint of how turned on he was. She had done that to him. The thought enticed her further. “Good,” she said, a sexy siren’s smile curving her lips.
“Don’t tease me, woman. I want you too bad right now to be easy with you.” He looked around the room and asked, “Are we alone?”
She reached out and flattened her palm on his chest, directly over his heart. Feeling the fast, frantic rhythm made her own heart speed up, matching his beat for beat. “Yes. Mollie had a prior engagement. And I don’t want you to be easy with me. I won’t break, Trent.”
Crystal crossed her arms and grasped at the hem of her shirt, yanking it up and over her head. She watched as his eyes landed on her lace-covered breasts. His stare prompted her nipples to tingle and pull into tight peaks beneath the see-through fabric. Trent’s eyes widened and darkened further, as if mesmerized by the sight.
Her hands went to her skirt next. She pulled the button free and slid down the zipper. He watched, unmoving, unblinking at her impromptu striptease, and it fueled her own internal blaze. She felt wanton and uninhibited. “Yeah, later we can eat. For now there are more important appetites to nourish.”
She let the blue skirt fall to the floor, then stepped out of it and away from him. He started forward, but she held him off by putting a hand between them. He frowned, pinning her in place with his questioning gaze.
“I want you, but not if you’re going to hold back on me.”
She unsnapped the front hook of her bra and let the cups drift open. Her breasts spilled free and she cupped them both, but her own small hands weren’t adequate to hold the plump globes. “What’s it to be?” she asked, even while she kneaded the soft flesh. “The real you or some tame façade you think I need?”
Trent moved forward, stalking her. She was breathtaking, standing before him in nothing but her lacy panties and high-heeled shoes. Her dark, shiny hair spilled down her back, caressing her ass as she moved. His hands flexed, aching to grab hold of her curvy backside.
His eyes continued to feast even as he gave her his answer. “I have no choice now. I’m beyond reason, Crystal.” Her eyes widened when he seized her hips and pulled her forward. She lost her balance and tipped forward, landing against him. “I want you so bad it hurts.”
Crystal wanted to shout out her triumph at his words. She flung her arms around his neck and nestled her pelvis into his growing erection. “I want you even more, I’ll bet.”
Her words were husky, and it made Trent want to rip off his pants and drive himself into her. He held himself in check—just barely. He didn’t want to come at her like some wild animal. He wanted to please her first. He wanted to hear her come apart, just for him. Shout out a climax, just for him.
“You have no idea what I want to do to you right now. You’re on dangerous ground, little girl, and there’s no going back.” His face was a harsh mask of need as he murmured, “First things first, though.”
Then he dropped to his knees in front of her and rubbed his face against her soft, firm belly. He loved her belly; the skin there was as soft as a baby’s, and it made him acutely aware of the difference between them. Where she was soft and supple, he was hard and immovable.
Trent wrapped his arms around her and cupped her ass in his hands, squeezing just as he’d wanted to. He effectively held her still while he played with various other parts of her precious body. “You’re so goddamn sexy, baby.” He reached between them and pinched her nipple. At her whimper he growled, “I could come in my pants just staring at you.”
He looked up at her and saw the blush that stole into her cheeks. “You knew I’d go nuts over those fuck-me pumps, didn’t you?”
She nodded shyly at his crude words, and he smiled wickedly up at her. Trent slipped his fingers under the waistband of her panties and said, “Most of all, I love these delicate little panties, red being my favorite color and all. But they’re in my way.”
Not wasting another second, he gripped the lacy material in his hands and ripped. Crystal’s startled intake of breath prompted Trent to demand, “You wanted the real me, Crystal. This is the real me. Still think you want it?” He held himself rigid as he waited for her to answer. If she denied him he would stop, but it would kill him.
Crystal wasn’t sure if she knew what she was doing. But she did know that she trusted Trent. She couldn’t lie to herself anymore about that. “I do want you.”
Trent released a breath he hadn’t even known he was holding. His voice was harsh when he said, “Spread your legs for me, then. Show me how much you want me, Crystal.”
She did as he commanded. There was no possible way she could deny him. Trent
touched a finger to the dark spirals at her cleft and she nearly exploded.
“That’s it.” Trent’s throat felt raw as emotions rose up. “You are hot for me, aren’t you? So wet and tight and all mine.” He looked deep into her eyes, desperate for her to submit to him entirely. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you? You want my cock inside you?”
She nodded.
He smiled. “You aren’t ready yet. Close, but not close enough to satisfy me.”
She nearly begged him then, but his fingers searched and parted her. He was watching her face closely when he slipped a finger inside her wet heat and she flung her head back and cried out, helpless to the craving this man provoked in her. She abandoned all sense of modesty, dug her fingers deep into Trent’s hair, and pulled him closer still.
“Now, that’s what I like. I want you quivering. I want you all hot and eager for me.”