Cape Cod Promises (Love on Rockwell Island 2)

He’d always known just how to turn her on, like he was born with that knowledge, and she loved the chance to rehone her own seduction skills. When she felt the smile on his lips as he kissed her, and in the growing roughness of his touch, as if he couldn’t hold back, it sent her desires soaring. She slid her hands beneath his shirt and up his back, feeling his muscles go tight.

“I love when you kiss me. When you touch me,” he said against her mouth.

She pressed her lips to his neck and dragged her tongue just above the collar of his shirt. “I love the way you taste.”

She slid down his body, lifting his shirt so she could press soft kisses to his stomach. Oh, how she loved the feel of his firm stomach, the heat of his skin against her mouth. She pressed his hips back against the counter and worked the button and zipper on his jeans, then slid her hand inside them, stroking him through his cotton briefs. His head tipped back with a hiss as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his jeans and pulled everything down to his ankles, freeing his erection.

“Reese,” he whispered as he tangled his hands in her hair, his voice thick with desire.

She slid her hands along his hips as she placed soft openmouthed kisses along his inner thighs. Feeling the heat of his skin on her lips and the flexing of his muscles beneath her tongue made her heat up all over. Teasing Trent had always been a thrill—when she could control herself enough to slow down, that is.

She slid her hands up to his hips and slicked her tongue along his hard length. He sucked in air between gritted teeth. She loved seeing, hearing, and feeling her effect on him. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft and swirled her tongue over the tip, teasing and taunting and earning another needy groan from Trent. When she couldn’t resist him another second, she took him in her mouth, stroking him with her hand as her tongue worked its magic.

“Reese, I’ve got to have you,” he pleaded, lifting her to him and stripping off her shirt.

He sealed his lips over hers as they both kicked off their jeans.

“We never” —she kissed him again—“make it to the bedroom.”

“That’s” —he kissed her harder—“our love.”

He swept one arm over the table and sent everything sailing across the room as he slowed just enough to gently lower her onto the table. He claimed her with a breathtakingly soft kiss as he pressed in deep, filling her with sharp pleasures that radiated through her core and exploded in her chest. His strength was overwhelming from the waist down as he drove into her, but his hands were gentle and loving, gliding over her breasts, sending more waves of pleasure through her entire body. His mouth—his hot, glorious mouth—caressed and promised, discovered and demanded, making her dizzy with need. And then his lips were on her breasts and his tongue was circling her sensitive, taut peaks as he kept up the strong thrusts.

Shivers ran down her spine as her climax built, and when he moved one hand between them and raked his teeth over a nipple, the orgasm tore through her. Her hips bucked off the table as she cried out, “Trent, oh God—”

He captured the rest of her words in his mouth, kissing her savagely and sending more currents of pleasure pulsing through her. Gazing into her eyes, he said, “I love you so much, Reese. I can’t get close enough to you. I want to become a part of you. Forever.”

Reese wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him to her, reveling in the magnitude of his forever and the feel of his hot, strong body against hers. You always have been, she thought as her heart danced to a frantic beat.

And the way Trent gazed at her just then—as if he had read her mind—made her feel even crazier, and she pawed and groped him, kissing and nibbling at his skin. He knew exactly how to touch her in all the places that made her crave more as their hips came together time and time again.

He buried his face against her neck, and the warmth of his breath coalesced with the scintillating sensations of his scruff against her tender skin, his hands, and the way he filled her so completely. She slammed her eyes closed as another climax gripped her and clawed at his back as his entire body flexed tight and they both tumbled over the edge together.

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TRENT WANTED TO stay right there wrapped around Reese forever, but since the table wasn’t the most comfortable place in the world for either of them to lie on, he gathered her in his arms.