Page 2 of Lost Trust

I slide my fingers into her hair, curling them around the strands as I draw her closer. Then my mouth covers hers.

The kiss is hard and deep, stealing whatever protest she had left and making the world beyond this arena disappear.

She tastes like whiskey—smoky and sweet—and every nerve in my body sparks to life. Her fingers tighten around my shoulders, her body softening against mine as the last of her tension melts away.

When I finally break the kiss, I rest my forehead against hers.

She’s breathing a little harder than she was a moment ago.

“This mouth …” My thumb drags slowly across her bottom lip, and a shiver runs through her. “It’s going to be the death of me.”

She sinks closer into my lap, and the soft sound that escapes as her center slides over my zipper has my pulse kicking and I grow painfully hard.

The faint strains of music drifting from the speakers mingle with our uneven breaths, making the moment feel strangely intimate despite the empty arena surrounding us.

I reach around her and tug her shirt loose from her jeans.

“You sure no one’s gonna come in here?” she asks.

“Nope.” My grin turns wicked. “But that’s what makes it exciting. The thrill of getting caught.”

Her eyes narrow.

“You’re insane.”

“Maybe.”

My lips curl into a slow smile.

“Arms up, baby.”

She hesitates for the briefest moment before lifting her arms, letting me pull the shirt over her head. I toss it aside, then lean in and press a slow trail of kisses from beneath her breast to her belly, feeling her back arch beneath my touch.

I pop the button on her jeans, and she gasps as I wedge my hand inside.

“No underwear?” She moans as I nudge the tip of my finger into her soaked entrance. “Naughty girl.”

My eyes stay on hers as I glide my finger inside of her, then pull it out and drag it up to circle her clit.

“Royce,” she purrs my name as I tease the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“I love how ready you are for me, Rina.”

She writhes against my hand, but I can tell it’s not enough. So I come up to my knees and pull her pants down her legs, then unzip my jeans, and fist my aching cock before sitting back on an elbow.

I take a moment to simply look at her before reaching into my back pocket. I fumble with the foil packet for a second, then catch the edge between my teeth and tear it open. A moment later, I roll the latex into place, never taking my eyes off her.

“Climb on top of me, baby,” I command.

She glances over her shoulder one more time, then she does as I asked, balancing her hands on my chest.

I find her entrance and guide myself inside.

“Yes,” she cries as she starts to lower her hips, taking me in an inch at a time.

I reach up to her bra and undo the front clasp. I wrap my hand around one plump tit as she bounces on top of me. The perfect handful. I bring my mouth to the taut peak and suck it between my teeth.

“Oh God,” she gasps as I bite down.