Page 58 of Winning Her

I didn’t know how to react. A part of me wanted to rail at him because I’d spent so much time feeling worried, and here he was, telling me everything I wanted to hear. My eyes stung again, and I blinked back the tears.

“Trent,” I said his name in a whisper, and it was all I could get past the lump in my throat.

Like he understood what I was trying to say, Trent closed the space between us. His hands cupped my cheeks as I tilted my head and ducked down so his lips covered mine. I melted into the kiss, sighing at the familiar feel and taste of him, even after the weeks apart.

His mouth was rough against mine, and all I could do was clutch at him as he walked me backward, never once breaking from the kiss. I jumped a little when my back hit something hard and cold, probably the glass wall from the smooth feel of it through my clothes. I didn’t even care that people might be able to see us from outside.

Trent had come for me, and it was more than I could have dared to hope for.

24

Trent

I pulled away from the kiss to look down at Jessi, both of us panting.

I’d picked this room specifically because this was a sight I wanted to see. The room was sparsely furnished, with couches in one area and a bed further in. And even better, one wall was made entirely of glass, and it faced the beach. It reminded me of my home, save for the different view beyond the glass, and I planned to take Jessi home so I could have her against my glass wall there too. For the moment, this would have to do.

And damn the view was something fucking beautiful.

I took a moment to appreciate the view as Jessi leaned her head back against the glass. The beach was a nice backdrop, and light from the sun was right behind her, outlining her body. I pursed my lips as my eyes dropped down to her clothes. Things would be perfect if only we were both naked.

Patience, Trent, I chided myself.

“We should come back here again,” I murmured, pushing a lock of dark brown hair behind her ear, then stroking my fingers along her neck, smiling when she shivered from the slight touch. “Would you like to?”

She arched an eyebrow. “If it’s as guests, then sure. I didn’t go on a lot of beach trips growing up.”

Jessi blinked her bright, hazel eyes at me, and my breath caught in my throat. I wanted to ravish her against the glass wall, but I forced myself to have some patience. I wanted to convince her that being with me would be the best thing for her. I didn’t want her trying to run from me again.

Tentatively, I leaned down for another kiss. I started softly this time, a chaste press of lips, moving my mouth gently against hers. Her arms around my neck held me close as I added a little pressure to the kiss, then nipped her bottom lip, alternating with little licks.

Jessi got a bit impatient herself, her fingers digging into the back of my neck as she held me close and parted her mouth. I took the invitation readily, letting my tongue slide between her lips and teeth to explore the inside of her mouth. Her body shuddered as she let out a soft whimper, rising up on her tiptoes to press her body against mine. I noticed because the ache starting in my neck eased up for a bit, but I hardly cared right then.

“Don’t tease me,” she whispered in between kisses. “I’ve waited for this for so long, Trent. Please?”

I let out a low moan at the ‘please.’ Usually, when women wanted things from me, they demanded them. When they asked to please have it, it was either a formality, or they were silently mocking me. I’d come to hate hearing the word ‘please,’ especially when it came from women. Hearing it from Jessi felt pretty satisfying.

“I’m not making either of us wait,” I murmured as I pressed kisses all over her neck. “I’m just having a little fun first.”

My lips landed on the spot just behind her ear, and she hunched her shoulders and let out a soft giggle. I paused then did it again, and she laughed.

“That tickles!”

I grinned against her skin, placed the last kiss on her cheek, and then pulled back. I looked down at her chef’s uniform that I only realized she was still wearing.

“Do you mind if I take this off you?” I asked.

She nodded, pouting a little. “It’s not a sexy outfit, is it?”

I shook my head, meeting her eyes for a second before my gaze dropped to the buttons I was slowly undoing.

“You look sexy in just about anything because you’re you,” I countered.

I finished unbuttoning the jacket and pulled her away from the glass so I could slip it off her shoulders, tossing it to the side. She had a top underneath, and I was tempted to pull that off as well, but instead just rested my hands on her waist.

Slow down…

All I could think in the time we were separated was how desperately I wanted Jessi. How, when I saw her, I would strip her down and fuck her against the nearest flat surface because I’d missed her so badly. That plan had changed.