He took her mouth in another searing kiss, transferring her hands to one of his own and then using the free hand to push her dress down from her breasts. She hadn’t worn a bra. He found one taut nipple, licked it, and took it into his mouth.
She gasped. “Trent…please…”
He straightened. “Please what, Chloe?”
“Touch me.” She pressed against him. “It’s been so long. It’s never been this good.”
“Where do you want me to touch you?”
“Everywhere!”
Trent kissed her once more, hard, and backed away, pulling her with him to the bedroom. He pulled her in, pulled her dress off over her head, and gave her a little push towards the bed. There were nice things about small houses.
He dragged off his shirt, kicked off his sandals, and slipped off his jeans. He stroked a hand over himself. She was watching him with curious and hungry eyes.
Chloe licked her lips. Trent had a sudden image of her mouth on him, taking him, licking and sucking. He’d like that—he’d love having her on her knees in front of him, but he needed her bonded to him, not him begging for more from her.
Trent snagged a condom from his bedstand and knelt on the bed. “Lay back.”
She did so, reaching up and spreading her arms and legs. She looked abandoned like that—a siren from the ocean sent to torment him.
He rolled the condom on and stroked himself again. He settled himself between her spread thighs. “Are you sure? Don’t want you to say I took advantage of you.”
She smiled. “What if I want to be taken advantage of?” Reaching up, she pushed her fingers through his hair. “I like the way you feel. I want more. It’s been too long, Trent.”
“Been a while for me, too.” He reached down and slipped a finger into her—she was warm and wet and wide open.
Her only response was a moan of satisfaction and the lifting of her legs to wrap around his waist, urging him on. “Don’t stop,” she urged.
“I didn’t plan to. Open your eyes and look at me and keep watching me,” he told her as he increased the tempo of his thrusts, feeling her body tighten around his own just before she exploded into ecstasy and he followed her over the top.
Chapter 9
Chloe lay in a tangle with Trent. He was breathing hard, but his weight felt anchoring, as if he could keep her from shattering. She kept on ignoring the voice in her head warning her that she didn’t know enough about this man to be sleeping with him. She needed what he had to give her and any consequences to follow—well…she’d just have to deal with them later. She knew how to do that.
She woke with her heart pounding, uncertain where she was. Not the ranch. She knew that in a heartbeat. She could hear the humming of cars—the more distant sound of the ocean. Light filtered into the bedroom from streetlights. Trent rolled over, threw an arm over her, and that settled her pounding pulse. She snuggled into him.
She should slip out, gather up her things, and go back to her place—what would Mrs. Wilson think? But it was warm here—and he had a good bed. Closing her eyes, she went back to sleep. She’d deal with everything in the morning.
She woke to sunshine and heat, and Trent was gone. The warm smell of coffee lured her out of bed. It was not yet bitter, so he couldn’t have been gone that long. She padded into the kitchen, Trent’s shirt over her shoulders, and found a note propped up on the coffee maker.
Gone surfing. See you for lunch?
She smiled. After a shower, she headed to her place to change and go visit her dad before she had to be at the Guardians of the Earth office.
***
“Thought the idea was to get into the Guardian’s computers, not the receptionist.”
Trent glanced at his brother. He kept walking to the coffee pot, poured himself a mug, and came back. Travis sat next to two laptops, a tablet computer, and a desktop he’d built himself. Sitting down, Trent blew on his coffee and said, “Mrs. W.’s been talking.”
“You know her—she loves to gossip. She’s also got an eye on your back.”
Trent rolled his eyes. “I stopped needing a nursemaid a long time ago.”
“Really?” Travis crossed his arms. “You don’t remember what happened in Bosnia?”
“Look, Chloe is just—”