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“The guys reminisced about her that night. It helped. That was how I really should have been remembering her.” Trenton reached out, his hand settling over hers, stilling it. “I have you to thank for that.”
“I can’t take credit for it.” Somehow it made it worse, that she was the cause of him leaving her for good. “Why did you wait so long to thank me, anyway? Not that I needed it.” His hand was so warm. At any other time, it would have steadied her. Now it only brought a craving for what she couldn’t have.
“I had to be certain, Celia. You deserve that, just as Malcolm said.”
She faced the window, seeing the grimace in her own expression.
“I love Emily. I always will.” Trenton’s voice came to her as if through a tunnel. “But it’s not because of my promise to her. I love her because she’s worthy of love. Just as you are.”
Her hand clenched on the car door. So that was his method. Killing her with kindness. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
Celia turned to him, her eyes burning. “Don’t tell me I deserve someone better than you who can love me. There is no one better than you.”
Trenton shook his head. “My drunken stint on the kitchen tile says different.”
“Because you felt guilty for not putting someone else before you.”
“That wasn’t why I felt guilty that day.” He tugged on her hand, bringing it against his chest, over his heart. “I felt guilty because all I could think about was you. Even on the day I should have been focused on Emily. That’s how much I love you.”
Celia blinked at him, not understanding his words. “But you just said you’d always love her.”
“And I will. Just as I hope to always love you.” Trenton covered her hand with his, over his heart. “I’ve come to realize that I have room in my heart for both of you. But is that something you can accept?” Trenton leaned toward her to search her eyes. “Celia, you deserve all the happiness in the world. I want to be a part of that. But will I be hurting you instead?”
A tightness filled her chest. She tried to move toward him, but the seat belt held her back. She pulled her hand free to undo it.
Trenton pulled his own hands back, as though thinking she didn’t want him to touch her. “I understand.”
“You don’t understand anything,” Celia said, pressing the button and leaning across the console to kiss him. She stared into his surprised eyes. “I never wanted you to forget your wife. You won’t be hurting me.” Feeling a lightness she’d never experienced before, Celia wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again.
Chapter 38
Trentonlosthimselfinher lips, trying to pull her tighter against him in the enclosed space without success. His hand fumbled for the lever on the driver’s seat, letting the upper part fall completely back so that he could pull her over to his side. She came willingly, eagerly, her lips leaving his to trail down his neck.
“I missed you,” Celia murmured, the words brushing across his skin with her lips.
He was certain he’d missed her more. He had no idea how he’d gone three years without sex. His hands moved to cup her ass, pressing her tighter against him. Her hum against his throat was more than enough reward.
He captured her lips again as he shifted up a little to give her legs room on the seat to straddle him. “I forgot how impossible it is to make out in a car. Haven’t done this since I was a teenager.” He let his lips graze her neck, figuring it was his turn.
Her head arched to give him more access, a shudder running through her. “I’ve never done this in a car before.”
Trenton had meant to end things there for the night, but he hardened even more at her words. He used his grip to slide her against him, squeezing his eyes shut as she moaned and did it again on her own. He scrambled for his control. “Wait, Celia, wait.”
She continued to slide against him, her hand finding the skin beneath his shirt and the edge of his pants. “I don’t want to.” She fumbled with his zipper, and it sounded impossibly loud in the car. Then she lifted from him and her hand wrapped around his penis. She squeezed, then began to stroke. She’d pulled him through his pants, so her hand didn’t get all the way to the base, but it didn’t matter.
“Tighter,” he begged, and she squeezed on the next stroke, beginning to pump. He grunted, his hips lifting into it as his jaw tightened. His eyes met hers, and there was a hunger there that made him want to come, but he wanted to watch her orgasm more. His hand cupped the back of her head, bringing her lips to his, his tongue stroking deep as he pulled her body higher, and her hand fell away.
She broke the kiss. “I wanted to keep going.”
“Not without you,” Trenton said, pulling her head down again. Her tongue tangled with his as he fumbled with her button and zipper. He needed two hands to pull her pants and underwear down enough to bare her. They trapped her legs, and her thighs clenched around his hand as he found her to stroke. Her wetness coated his finger before he slid it over her clit, swallowing the mewling that filled his mouth. His penis probed her wet entrance, and he needed to break the kiss to clench his teeth against the spike of pleasure even that shallow grip gave him.
Her legs wiggled beneath the steering wheel. “Trenton, help me.” She faced him again, frustration flashing across her cute, disgruntled face.
His hands moved beneath her shirt instead, his thumbs stroking over her hard nipples. “I just want to give you the full experience of making out in a car.” She arched her back to give him more of her breasts, even as she moved her legs more, working him between her thighs. He wasn’t going to last, not if her thighs continued to squeeze him.
His hands moved back to her ass, then her thighs, pulling them as far apart as he could with her pants still trapping her. His first stroke was shallow, coating the head of his penis as she squeezed him.
