The next day, Trent and I spent the entire time holed up in my parents’ basement watching all the Star Wars movies back-to-back. Being in a dark basement with only the light of the TV seemed like the perfect excuse for us to pick up from where we’d left off in the forest the night before.

Unfortunately, my family derailed my plans. Watching movies snuggled together under a throw blanket wasn’t nearly as fun since we were chaperoned pretty much the entire day. It was like they were taking turns babysitting us, which made copping a feel or stealing a kiss nearly impossible. I tried glaring at Chris when he joined us, but he ignored me and made himself comfortable on the other half of the sectional. Trent watched each movie with a boyish enthusiasm, like it was the first time he’d ever seen them. I came to the conclusion that I was the only horndog in the room. We paused long enough to eat dinner with Mom and Dad before heading back downstairs to continue our marathon. Much to my dismay, Chris followed us back downstairs. I couldn’t help wondering if this was part of the revenge he’d threatened the night before. Eventually, I gave up hope of being alone with Trent and settled in to watching the movies.

Somewhere during the fifth movie, Chris headed up to his room to go to bed, finally leaving Trent and me alone. Too bad I was close to dozing off with my head on Trent’s shoulder. Fooling around was the furthest thing from my mind until I felt his hand, which had been sitting on the sofa between us, move slowly to my knee. The simple gesture was enough to wake me completely, like I’d been zapped by a Taser.

I waited with bated breath for him to continue, but his hand remained stuck to my knee with no promise of movement. I wanted to reach under the blanket and guide it up my thigh, but I decided to let him take the lead this time. After several agonizing minutes, his hand slowly began to caress my knee. Every minute or so, his fingers would drift a fraction up my leg. My head was still on his shoulder, but my breath was coming in short gasps. Not since I was a teenager had a simple hand on my leg felt so enticing. I couldn’t remember a time I’d been so turned on, and he wasn’t even touching one of the important spots.

I chanced a look up at his face to see that he appeared to be watching the movie as intensely as he had been all day. I would have thought he was unaffected by the moment if not for the hard set of his jaw. Unable to fight temptation, I pressed my lips to the underside of his chin. His fingers gripped my leg, and I watched with satisfaction as he swallowed hard. I ran my tongue lightly along his jawline until my mouth found the lobe of his ear. I gave it a gentle tug with my teeth. This time it was his breathing that became labored. My hand moved to the hem of his shirt, sliding underneath as I continued tickling his ear with my tongue.

Darth Vader no longer stood a chance. Trent’s e

yes clashed with mine, filled with barely suppressed lust. The dampness between my legs matched my desire as his hand boldly moved to my thigh. I twisted around so I was sprawled across his lap, giving us both full access to explore.

I lifted his shirt, observing the lean muscles I’d witnessed before when he stood in his bath towel. He watched with fascination as I licked my finger before gently painting his nipple, making it harden instantly. I moved my mouth to his chest, showing each side the proper amount of attention.

His groan of approval rumbled through his body, encouraging me to continue. I sucked hard on his nipple as his hand tangled in my hair, pulling me closer.

“Damn, that feels incredible,” he moaned.

“You can’t be too loud.” I shooshed him. It was hot as hell that he was enjoying himself, but I didn’t want someone walking in before we could finish.

“Sorry,” he apologized. I sat up from his chest as his hand moved the rest of the way up my thigh. He looked directly into my eyes, holding my stare while he moved his fingers underneath my shorts to the part of me that was practically drenched with need. My hips instinctively lifted slightly, urging him to touch me more.

My orgasm came out of nowhere, thundering through me like a roller coaster. If we hadn’t been in my parents’ basement, I would have screamed with pleasure. His tongue plunged deeper in my mouth as I came apart in his arms, and he continued to stroke me until I rode out the wave. I shuddered in his arms in a state of shock that I’d come so quickly and with clothes on. I was no stranger to orgasms, but while I dated Jackson, they had been few and far between, and usually took a lot of work to get me there. Jackson was such an asshole, claiming the effort to get me there was too much work.

Lying in Trent’s arms, I didn’t know if I should be embarrassed or if I should thank him. I knew I wanted to return the favor. Trailing my hand down his chest, I dipped my fingers into the waistband of his jeans. He surprised me by capturing my hand and bringing it up to his mouth. He placed a hot kiss against my palm as I looked up at him, confused.

“You don’t like that?” For a moment, I thought maybe he wasn’t turned on by what had happened, but shifting slightly, I could feel him pressed hard against my side.

He chuckled at my words. “Trust me when I tell you that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“Then why won’t you let me touch you?” I tugged on my hand so I could finish my exploration.

“Because, tonight wasn’t about that,” he said, firmly holding my hand. “Tonight was about you.”

“That doesn’t sound fair. Why can’t it be about both of us?”

He laced his fingers through mine before dropping a kiss on my knuckles. “Because I’ve been dreaming for years about the moment I finally make you mine. When we do everything, it won’t be in your parents’ basement.”

I wanted to argue more, but the thumping above our heads reminded me we weren’t alone.

“Are you sure? I could easily slide under the blanket and . . .”

He placed a finger against my lips. “Soon we’ll be all alone and I can do everything I’ve always fantasized about.”

“Hmmmm, so you’re admitting that you’ve had fantasies about me?”

He looked at me balefully. “I might be ashamed to tell you some of the things I fantasized about with you.”

“That’s something I’d like to hear sometime,” I purred, as a fresh wave of heat percolated inside me. The idea that he had thought of me intimately was intoxicating.

“On that note, I better head out,” he said, giving me one last kiss that was filled with promise and made me wish we were anywhere but my parents’ house. I would have liked nothing more than to spend the night wrapped in his arms and making his fantasies a reality.

After he left, I straightened up the rec room before heading up to my bedroom. I changed into my pajamas, never bothering to turn on the light. This room was as familiar to me as the back of my hand. Crawling into my bed, I reflected on everything that had changed in the last two days. I had fallen for Trent, no doubt about it now. The ache in my heart after he left was proof of that. I had vowed not to get serious with anyone after Jackson. At least not until after I graduated, but somehow Trent had managed to weasel his way into my heart.

I fell asleep still wanting him. My dreams were filled with vivid pictures of what we would do when we were finally alone.

I woke the next morning to my own version of a wet dream. Feeling inadequately satisfied from the images that had tantalized me all night, I jumped in the shower, hoping to tamp down some of the heat that was simmering through me.

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