“You honest about other things too?” Trent asks and I bite my lip, nodding hesitantly. Filling the carafe up with some water and sugar, I stir before handing him a tall glass. He takes a big gulp and I wince when the sugar crystals grind his teeth, but all he says is, “Tasty.”
Grabbing my own glass, I murmur, “Should we go and sit down on the couch?”
His body brushes against mine, the warmth from his muscles, feeling like snuggling against a blanket. Safe.
“Can I get a kiss first?”
Gasping, I pull my face up to his and our mouths crash, the kiss wet and tasting of lemons and sugar and a flavor that’s Trent’s own. It makes me feel like I’m about to melt on my own floor and when he braids my fingers with his, I follow him to the couch.
He sits down and I sit down a little further away, leaning against the armrest but I let out a surprised pant when he grabs my ankle and pops my foot into his knee. I’m about to scram because I’m ticklish when he starts rubbing the underside and I let out a loud, surprised moan.
“Feels nice?” he asks and I nod. “Good, you can relax around me, sunray. You can trust me.”
He massages the small muscles, making me relax automatically whether I want to or not and I lean back against the armrest.
“I don’t have anything to hide,” I murmur in a low voice and he scowls at me, making me feverishly add, “I don’t.”
“That’s right, I forgot you’re a good girl. You’ve never done anything you shouldn’t have in your life, have you?”
I nod and it’s a lie but I want it to be true.
“If you say so,” he replies, “then I believe you.”
It makes me breathe out and I shoot him a smile, squeaking when he presses a little harder.
“Sorry, did that hurt?” he asks and I nod, so he pulls my foot up to his face and gives it a kiss. “There. Better?”
I wiggle my ankle before putting my legs under me. “Much. I like it when you touch me, when you kiss me, when you...” I blush, not finishing the sentence and an image of me and Trent in my boss’s office swipes my mind.
He smiles but his eyes are a little on edge. Fierce. “I like your kisses too. Come here and give me another.”
Obviously, I’m not going to say no but this time Trent doesn’t just kiss me. This time he takes a sip of his lemonade, then clasps my chin, pressing his mouth against my mine and my eyes flare in surprise when cold lemonade runs down my throat.
Some of the liquid tinkles down my throat, under my t-shirt and Trent follows the trail with his tongue. My pulse turns rapid at the feel of him, my eyes flaring when he pulls up my shirt, licking my lemonade soaked nipple.
“You and I have a good thing going on here, sunray,” he whispers against my breast. “Just know that I’d rather be burned alive than let you slip through my fingers.”
My eyes flare at his intense words but my body responds, curving so that I can get more of him. My mind tells me I should be careful, that I could be walking into a trap but Trent is too much, too good for me to be able to say no.
I don’t want him to slip through my fingers either.
“Lift your arms for me,” he rasps and I do and he pulls my top over my head, freeing my braless breasts and he lets out a groan in gratitude. “There they are. Sweet, little titties that have my name on them.”
He wraps his teeth around my nipple, grazing it until I silently cry out. “And you thought it was a wise idea to have them on display for others to see.”
“Only because they weren’t yours then, but now they are,” I moan and he nods.
“Good answer.” He takes off my underwear and shorts with veneration, carefully sliding my undies down my legs, then stares at my center like he’s staring at a sunrise. Or something that’s worthy of even more worship.
Murmuring to himself in words that sound like gibberish, while staring at my pussy, he rips off his own clothes and at the sight of him, it feels like I’m about to implode.
Deadly good looks and it works like sweet poison in my veins, making me want to say yes to anything he wants from me. He’s a revelation. He’s a...
Fire.
“Spread,” he says with vehement eyes and I push my knees apart as he lifts me up and I wrap my legs around him, his length rubbing against my slit. This is how he wants us. Naked and attached to each other with nothing in between.
My whole body is buzzing as he carries me to my bedroom. A part of me is scared. I know that if we go through with this, I’m always going to be his.