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Addie moaned when his hands took possession of her breast, his thumbs flicking back and forth across her nipples. “I missed you, too.” She let her own hands slide up under his shirt and then up his back.
Trent pulled away from her neck, but his hands continued to tease. “That’s it? You only missed me?” He sounded annoyed, but she knew it was only an act. “I couldn’t think of anything but getting you naked and all you can say is you missed me? I guess I’ll have to try harder from now on to pleasure you.” With no other warning, he pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it over his shoulder.
“Okay, I really missed you.”
“So that’s how it’s going to be tonight,” he said with a wicked grin. Before she offered up any kind of answer, he unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them and her underwear down in one movement. Then he picked her up and deposited her on the edge of his desk. Spreading her legs wide, he stepped between them, his T-shirt rubbing against her nipples, which missed his earlier caress. “The next time we’re apart I want you to think about tonight.”
Without another word, he kissed her, his tongue sliding into her mouth as he drew her closer to him, his erection pressing against her. As he kissed her, his arms kept her locked against him. Then just like that he pulled away and switched his attention from her lips to her neck. As if he had all the time in the world, he worked his way down her body. When he took her left nipple in his mouth she sighed. When he switched to her other side and lavished that nipple with the same attention, she closed her eyes. Once he’d driven her a little mad, he began to pull away, but she dug her fingers into his hair in an effort to keep him there.
“Don’t worry, I’ll come back to here,” he whispered and started trail of kisses downward.
“You better,” she answered as he placed a kiss on the lower half of her rib cage.
Each kiss added to the explosive current that raced through her. At any minute Addie expected to explode into a million tiny pieces and die a happy woman. At least until his lips passed her navel and kept on moving south. In an instant some of the fog in her brain cleared and her eyes flew open. Addie placed her hands on either side of his head in a weak effort to stop him.
Trent looked up at her, but his hands remained on her thighs. “Do you really want me to stop?” He trailed one hand up her thigh and over her, stopping just where his lips had been a moment ago. On cue Addie moaned as another level of desire took hold. Unable to do much more than shake her head no, she watched him smile before he returned his lips to the same spot his hand had been and kissed her.
Just when she reached the final breaking point, he pulled away. With swift movements, he tossed his own shirt in one direction and kicked his jeans to the side.
“I love you,” he said as he slid inside, joining them together.
Her mind on overload, she could do little more than hold on for the ride as incredible pleasure and love flowed through her body.
“I might never be able to work in here again,” Trent said a little while later. After their lovemaking on the edge of his desk, he’d carried her over to his chair and sat down with her on his lap. “You might need to turn one of those guest rooms into a new office for me because every time I come in here, I’ll be distracted now.”
“And whose fault is that?” she asked kissing his cheek.
Trent looked at her, one eyebrow raised. “I didn’t hear you complaining a little while ago.”
Addie ran a hand down his bare chest. “I’m not complaining now either, just making a statement.”
“I’m glad you’re home,” he said, changing the topic of the conversation.
You’re home; wow, she liked the sound of that. “Me, too. Who were you talking to when I walked in?”
Trent kept one arm locked around her waist while his other moved up and down her thigh. “Dylan. Callie had the baby yesterday morning.”
With no further explanation she knew which cousin he referred to. Callie Talbot, previously Callie Taylor, had made all the headlines when the world learne
d her father was Warren Sherbrooke a few years earlier. The media had yet another field day when she married Warren’s stepson Dylan Talbot, the current CEO of Sherbrooke Enterprises.
“I read somewhere she was due in October.”
“The baby didn’t get that memo,” Trent joked. “I think Dylan said the baby was three weeks early.”
“Did they have a boy or a girl?” She’d never met the couple, but it was a typical question.
“A boy. They named him James Warren Talbot. They invited us to their place in Connecticut for the weekend.”
Addie ran the name through her head. “I like that name. It’s has a nice ring to it.” She guessed the middle name was in honor of Callie’s father and wondered if James was another family name. “Us? Don’t you mean you?”
“Nope. I don’t want to go all weekend without you unless absolutely necessary.”
Meeting the newest member of the family struck her as a close family affair. “Are you sure they won’t mind?”
“Dylan specifically told me to invite you. He and Callie want to meet you. Besides, I want you to meet them, too. Dylan’s a close friend. I’ve known him all my life. And you’ll love Callie. Everyone does.”
Addie rested her head on Trent’s shoulder, tired from her long day. “Okay, when do we leave?”
