Page 45 of Miss Trust

I moved my hands down to her ass and lifted her up, practically weeping with pleasure at the way her legs wrapped so perfectly around my waist. My strides were long and purposeful, eating up the distance until we arrived at my pool house. Letting her down easy, I then pinned her against the door while I fumbled with the code to let us in.

It took me three tries, but I finally opened the door and walked her into the darkened room to the nearest wall. While one of my hands caressed her neck, the other moved down her body. I needed to touch her with a ferocity which both fascinated and shocked me. I reasoned it was the thrill of the chase. This was an itch to scratch. Once I was done and my body sated, so would end my interest in her. Unfair, maybe, but it was the way I was built.

My mouth skimmed down her neck while I plunged one hand under her shirt. Her nipple was hard, practically asking to be pinched. When I did so, her entire body shivered with need. Her response was by far the biggest turn-on. A gentle lover I was not.

I suddenly stopped. Shit. After the teenage trauma she’d endured, here I was about to ravage her like a beast. What had I been thinking?

“Don’t you dare treat me differently because of what I confided in you.”

After a moment of hesitation, I realized she would give me the cues on her terms. “Are you as wet as I’ve imagined?” I smoothed my hand down her stomach and past her waistband, where I wasted no time in sliding my fingers into her heat.

Christ. She was shaved except for a small strip which practically begged to be explored with my face. A few inches lower, and I had the evidence I needed. She was hot and wet and perfection. “I need you naked.”

Her whimper was music to my ears when I inserted a finger inside of her. I waited for her protest. We both knew that would be part of the game where she said she shouldn’t, I insisted we should, and I’d make her come on my fingers to prove it. But she surprised me when she locked her gaze on mine.

“I have rules.”

I had to hide my smile. Of course she did. The challenge of her was half the fun. “You have about ten seconds to spit them out.”

“This is only for tonight. And there will be no bed, no lights, and no mention of it come tomorrow.”

With the exception of the lights, I could be totally on board with the other items. “Why no lights?” Considering how badly I wanted to see her, the rule about no lights didn’t make me happy.

“I have my reasons. Take it or leave it.”

I’d take it. For now. “Come on.” I took her hand and led her into the large bedroom. The fact there was no bed promised the delight of creativity. There were any number of other surfaces I’d like to fuck her on.

Once we were standing in the darkened bedroom, I took the phone out of her hand, turned up the volume, and put it on the dresser.

“If I hear her, I’ll need to leave, no matter where we are,” she warned.

“I would expect nothing less. Now strip.”