“I want this,” I tell him, wondering how many times I’ll need to say it before he believes me.
He swallows thickly as a slow smile
spreads across his face. Normally, the darkness would make it hard to see him, but his face is so close to mine that I see him perfectly.
“Here,” he reaches for a pillow and lifts my head up to place it beneath me. “Is that better?”
“I was fine before,” I giggle quietly from nervousness.
“I want this to be perfect for you, Row.”
“It will be perfect,” I grasp his arms, “because I’m with you. I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else.”
Before I can talk myself out of it, I reach up and undo the zipper on his jacket. His eyes close as his breath falters.
Once the jacket is unzipped, I push it off his wide shoulders. He’s left in a thin black t-shirt and my fingers greedily trace the lines of the tattoo on his arm. I’ve seen him without his shirt so I know that it starts at his shoulder and stops at his elbow. If you see it from a distance, it looks like an ocean scape, but up close you see that it’s really different shades of blue in a water color design so it looks like it’s dripping off his arm. I think it’s beautiful, just like him.
“Row,” his eyes open and his voice is shaky.
“Yeah?” I blink up at him.
“You’re beautiful,” he traces a finger over my rosy cheek.
I smile, knowing I’d been thinking the same thing about him.
I push my hands beneath the edge of his t-shirt and place my hands flat against his warm stomach. He’s muscular, but not overly so.
I ease my hands back out and grasp the fabric in my hands, pulling it over his head. His baseball cap falls off his head and we both laugh.
“I feel like you’re excited to get me naked,” he chuckles.
“Maybe,” I squirm at his gaze. I hate being stared at.
“I want to kiss you,” he warns, his mouth lowering.
“Then do it,” I challenge.
A quiet moan escapes me when his soft lips touch mine. I’m positive that no other guy out there is as good of a kisser as Trent is. It’s just not possible. His tongue presses against my closed mouth and I open to let him plunge inside. My fingers pull at his hair, drawing him closer so his whole body is pressed against mine.
Warmth zings through my body at his touch and my hips rise to meet his. I gasp in surprise at the feel of his large length pressed against me. I honestly don’t know why I’m so surprised. This is why I came here. So we could lose our virginity together.
“Trent,” I gasp his name. “I need…”
“What do you need, Row? Tell me. I’ll give you whatever you want,” he nips at my neck.
“You.”
“You have me, Row. You’ll always have me,” he promises and I know he means it.
I ease out of my t-shirt so I’m left in my bra and jeans.
“God, Rowan,” his eyes heat as he stares at my breasts. “Who knew you were hiding those under all those baggy superhero t-shirts?”
“I like those shirts,” I defend.
“I do too,” he winks, kissing me again. His tongue snakes inside my mouth, flicking against my own.
My heart is still racing in my chest, even faster than earlier if that’s possible. His large hand grasps my right breast and I gasp. I need more. I need him to make me feel alive. I need him to give me my freedom.