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“Right here, baby,” he grunted, trailing biting, stinging kisses along the column of my neck.
“I want you.”
“Tell me what you need,” he rasped, dragging his teeth across my collarbone and sending shivers throughout my entire body. “Say it and I’ll give it to you, I swear.”
“I want you inside me.” The brazenness of that confession made my cheeks heat, but I was too far gone to be embarrassed. I wanted what I wanted, and I didn’t give a damn about anything else in that moment. “I want you to fuck me.”
A primal growl ripped from his throat at my confession, setting off a million tiny fires in my blood. Grabbing me by the waist, he lifted me up like I weighed nothing at all to straddle his lap before shifting us both and placing me on my back. He laid himself over me, the weight of his massive body pressing me deeper into the cushions and surrounding me. I’d never felt so secure in my whole life.
His head came out of my neck, his eyes black with lust and need. “You wet for me, Sawyer?”
For some reason, hearing him call me that gave me momentary pause. I loved the life that Sawyer had built, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything, but in that moment, with him, I wanted to beme. I would have given anything to be Trent and Cheyanne just then.
Shaking off the melancholy of that thought, I lifted my head and nipped at his bottom lip before breathing, “Yes.”
He dropped his forehead to mine on a groan that made it sound like he was in pain and shifted his hips, pressing the steel of his erection against my most sensitive place. My head fell back on a moan as he rocked again, rubbing against my aching clit. “Trent, please.” I was quickly losing my mind and loving every minute of it.
He feasted on my neck, introducing me to pleasure points I hadn’t known existed as he braced himself on his forearm between me and the back of the couch. With his other hand, he touched the pulse throbbing like a drum in my throat and began dragging the pads of his fingers down, trailing between my collarbones then my breasts. “Your heart’s beating like crazy,” he husked out.
“That’s because you’redrivingme crazy,” I declared indignantly, shooting him an impatient glare, “Touch me, Trent. Stop playing games.”
I was on fire, burning alive from the inside out. And what did that jerk do? He laughed.
“But the games make it so much more fun.” He kept up his torturously slow pace, sliding past my belly button before popping the button on my jeans and lowering the zipper, dipping past the waistband.
I sucked in a shaky breath when his fingertips breached my panties, excitement and adrenaline coursing through my veins at the speed of a race car circling the track.
“Jesus,” he gritted when his palm cupped the very center of me, his middle finger swirling through the evidence of my arousal. “You weren’t kidding, were you, baby? You’re fucking soaked for me.”
“Oh God,” I whimpered, arching my neck and back and digging my head deeper into the cushions, desperately trying to get closer. The tip of his middle finger barely pressed inside me, and I could already feel my walls trying to clamp down around the excruciating emptiness.
“You want to come, Sawyer?”
“Yes,” I nearly cried. “So bad. I’m losing my mind.”
The bastard finally put me out of my misery then, shoving two fingers as deep as they could go while pressing on my clit with his thumb. I let out a sharp cry at the delicious invasion. My knees fell farther apart, one foot falling off the couch and bracing on the floor for leverage as my hands came up to his shoulders, my nails scraping across those hard, unyielding muscles beneath his shirt.
“That’s it, baby,” he coaxed as he finger-fucked me, my hips snapping in time with each plunge. “Ride my hand. Let me see how beautiful you look when you completely let go.
He did something just then, twisting his fingers and stirring them in a come-hither motion that brushed up against a place inside of me that no man had ever found before. That was all it took to set me off. Fireworks exploded behind my eyelids as I held on to Trent with every bit of strength I had, riding the waves of the best orgasm I’d had inyears.
I was still coming down when Trent pulled his hand back and knifed off the couch. Before I had a chance to worry or asked what he was doing, he bent and hefted me up, throwing me over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold.
“What are you doing?” I asked as he stalked from the living room to my bedroom. “We’re supposed to be having sex!”
“Not fucking you the first time on your couch,” he grunted. “I’m taking you to bed so I have room to play.”
A smile stretched across my lips, the tingling in my core building up all over again.
A second later, he was kicking my bedroom door closed. A surprised laugh rushed from my throat when he tossed me onto the mattress so hard I bounced twice, but that humor melted away when his fingers wrapped around the waistband of my jeans. He ripped them and my panties down so fast a breeze skated across my fevered skin.
In no time at all, he had me completely naked and was staring down at me like I was a priceless work of art. “Fuck me. You’re so goddamn beautiful.” It was said with a reverence I’d never heard from a man before, and moved me so much the backs of my eyes began to sting.
Before the threat of tears could get any worse, Trent reached behind his neck and ripped his shirt over his head. “Holy God,” I breathed, taking in all that tanned, rippled flesh. It was the first time I’d gotten a glimpse at the man’s bare chest, and it was so much better than anything I could have ever possibly imagined.
“Keep looking at me like that, beautiful,” he rasped aggressively. “That look on your face makes me so fucking hard.”
He shed his pants and boxer briefs on that declaration, revealing the long, hard, thick truth of that statement. Andoh my God, I wasn’t sure he could fit!
