He was more than happy to oblige.
He kissed me.
He touched me.
He loved me.
He didn’t have to say the words, but I knew how he felt. I could see it clearly in his eyes. Unlike most girls, I didn’t want to hear those three words—they’d only send me running again. In my opinion, there was something so much more…magical, about seeing his love, rather than hearing it. Words are lies, but actions speak the truth.
He kissed me thoroughly, his lips exploring every crevice of my body, and eventually the last of our clothes fell on the floor.
Just when I thought I’d explode with want, he stopped.
“Trent?” I gasped his name, on the verge of begging. Jeez, since when did I beg?
“There’s no turning back now,” he growled low in his throat, his teeth lightly biting the skin of my neck.
“We reached the point of no return a long time ago,” I breathed, closing my eyes as he leaned over me, grabbing a condom out of the drawer of his nightstand.
He fixed it on, and then pressed into me. A gasp escaped my parted lips and my hands sought something to hold, settling on the bed sheets.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he gritted his teeth. With a joking smile, he took my cheek in his hand, “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were a virgin.”
He braced his hands on either side of my head, easing into me a little bit further. I tried not grimace, but I couldn’t help it.
“Rowan…” He paused, unsure if he should continue with his question. After a brief hesitation, he found the courage. “How long has it been for you?”
“Five years,” I admitted.
“You mean…?”
I nodded.
“You have no idea how happy that makes me,” he lowered his head, kissing me so deeply that I couldn’t think about anything else as he inched the rest of the way inside me.
His fingers entwined with mine and he pinned my arms above my head as he gently rocked in and out.
There was nothing rushed about his movements. Everything was slow, sweet, and sensual. It was perfect. Somehow, even more perfect than the tent.
He didn’t make me feel like I was just another girl beneath him. He made me feel like I was the girl as he worshipped my body.
“You’re mine, Rowan,” he breathed against the skin of my neck, “one day you’ll see that.”
“I already know,” I gasped, my hips lifting to meet his.
“Good,” his lips crashed against mine, drawing a long moan from me.
His lips left mine, as he trailed kisses down my body, his mouth closing over my breast. His hands still clasped in mine as he continued to slowly rock into my body, my legs falling open.
What I saw in his expression scared and exhilarated me all at the same time.
“I feel like I’ve been waiting forever for this,” Trenton confessed, his lips brushing against mine. “Please, don’t run from me this time.”
In that moment he was so…vulnerable, and vulnerable certainly wasn’t one of the words that came to mind when you thought of Trent.
I didn’t say anything, because I wasn’t sure that I could make that promise.
I tilted my head up and kissed him, hoping that would suffice.