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Trenton pressed the ‘Door Open’ button even as his eyes narrowed on them. When they got close enough, he eased from the doorway, using his body to position her into the farthest corner of the elevator. She couldn’t see much over his broad shoulders, but could smell the alcohol coming off the group of men that shuffled on. Trenton’s hand reached back and grabbed hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
She hadn’t realized how much she’d missed that casual touch. She focused on the feel of his hand in hers, and the width of his back. Trenton was a born gentleman. For the first time, she pictured what it would be like if he were truly hers. She’d always been the one in her relationships to remember anniversaries and to plan dates and to pick up the favorite coffee or snack of the person she was with. With Trenton, it would probably be difficult to keep up with his brand of thoughtfulness.
Even the day they’d had sex, he’d been much more focused on her pleasure than she had on his. The thought made her frown. She’d mainly just been there. Daniel’s accusation that she barely moved made her wince. She hated that he was right.
The group of drunken men got off the elevator a floor below them. Trenton shifted over to give her more room, staring down at their clasped hands as if he hadn’t realized he’d reached out for hers. He pulled away, running that hand over the back of his neck. “Sorry about that.”
“It’s fine.” Celia bit her lip to keep her thoughts inside. The thought that she hadn’t minded at all.
He unlocked the front door, and they entered the condo together. In the living room, she couldn’t help but stare at the couch.
Trenton looked at anything but it. “Well, good night,” he said, heading for his room.
Her throat ached to call out to him. To ask if not wanting a relationship really meant they had to avoid each other. His door clicked shut without her saying anything.
She kept the shower quick, having the same problem she’d thought about before. Her body was obviously a traitor. It had never wanted sex before. Now she was stuck with a familiar ache.
The condo was dark after she turned off the bathroom light and stepped out. No sounds came from Trenton’s bedroom across the way, and the light was off. Her fingers toyed with the rubber band as she remembered their conversation.
Trenton had broken things off because he’d been worried about her. He didn’t want a relationship, that was all. But he never said he didn’t want sex. She’d been the one to put that spin on it.
Celia wasn’t emotionally available either. She had way too much baggage to saddle someone as sweet as Trenton with it.
She’d never had a sex-only agreement with someone, would have never considered it after all her failures in that department. That type of need had never been on her radar before.
It was now. Celia let herself imagine having sex with Trenton again, to relive those moments on the couch she stared at. Her nipples became hard nubs under her shirt, and the ache from before slid through her. Maybe she’d get it fully right this time. Sex had always been something that happened to her, not that she participated in. Even with Trenton, she’d fallen into her passive role.
What type of expression would he make if she came onto him?
Her feet moved forward before she’d fully decided, but she didn’t want to stop. Trenton wouldn’t hurt her. If his answer was no, she could accept that if it was said in his gentle tone.
The knob of his bedroom door made a soft click as she turned it. Inside his room it was dark, with only soft light from the moon falling over the bed. Trenton’s eyes were closed and his breathing remained even as she padded closer.
He really was a good-looking man. Close-cropped hair, a straight nose, those soft yet hard lips. The sheet rode low across his stomach, which was smooth and flat in the moonlight. It wasn’t low enough to show those perfect indents that led down below.
She sat on the edge of his bed beside him, softly calling his name. “Trenton?”
His nose wrinkled a little, in a way she couldn’t help finding cute, but he didn’t wake up. It was something new she hadn’t known about him. He’d always seemed to sense when she was out of her room, so she had assumed he was a light sleeper.
Her hand went to his shoulder, lightly shaking him. The warmth of his skin had her fingers switching to a stroke. She forced herself to stop, searching his face. His eyes remained shut. Asleep as he was, she worried that touching him wasn’t okay, even as her hands tingled against him.
His lips were slightly parted, but straight when so often they were tilted up in his gentle smile. Celia had never initiated a kiss before. The admission sent a sadness through her. She stared at her lap, willing herself to leave his room. He still hadn’t woken up, and she shouldn’t take advantage of someone like him.
A bigger part of her wanted to, though. It was as if Blake was the devil on her shoulder, whispering in her ear. Who would be sweeter than Trenton, indeed.
She bent over him, bracing her hand on the other side of him as she brushed her lips against his. The meeting of their lips was as soft as she remembered. His breathing changed, and she opened her eyes to stare into his.
Celia’s lips hovered. “Trenton…” She didn’t even recognize the breathy tone as her own voice.
They moved together, their lips pressing firmer as they savored the taste of each other. It wasn’t enough. Celia changed the angle, letting her tongue slide against his. The sensation made her ache, but she never wanted it to stop. Now fully awake, his hands cupped the sides of her face. His lips met hers again and again, taking away all thought as she met him stroke for stroke.
He was panting as much as she was when their lips parted. His eyes closed as his head fell back to his pillow. “Celia, you shouldn’t be here.”
The words eased the fog that had begun to settle over her. She bit her lip. “What if I told you that you wouldn’t be taking advantage? That I would go into this with my eyes open?” She took a breath, looking toward her lap.
He shifted on the bed. “You’re meant to be loved, Celia. You deserve to be.”
She shook her head. He really had no idea. Not even her parents had loved her. “You don’t know me that well, Trenton. I’m not looking for love.” She leaned over him again, staring into his eyes. “No relationship works for me. Just sex.”
