Free Game For Love: Game On (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Cat Johnson

denied overwhelmed him. One stroke had him hissing in a breath. He stilled, holding on to his control by a thread. He absorbed the sensations assaulting him as her tight heat engulfed him completely.
    Trent looked down at Laurel. The passion in her expression made it harder for him to not go crazy. Love her hard and fast and not worry about performing like an untried teenager.
    He wanted this to last. Unfortunately, his body was poised for a sprint to the end zone.
    As she watched him and waited, he said, “It’s been a long time. If I move, this thing is gonna be finished before it starts.”
    “Then we’ll just have to do it again.” Lids heavy with desire shrouded her eyes as she dangled that tempting idea in front of him.
    He sur e did like her way of thinking and thanks to Calvin’s delivery Trent was well equipped for round two, plus a whole lot more.
    Setting his jaw, he pushed everything weighing on his mind aside and just felt, letting his need take over. A few strokes and he was lost. A few more and he came hard as the sound of his long pent up need filled the room. After the last pulse rocked him he collapsed over her.
    E nthralled and amazed at how the act he’d performed so many times over the years could so completely consume him now, Trent had no idea how long it had lasted. Long enough to have him breathless, and at the same time not nearly long enough. This one taste of Laurel had made him crave much more.
    He knew he was to o heavy to stay on top of her for long but he couldn’t bring himself to move and break the connection between them.
    “ You said it had been a long time. Why has it been so long?”
    Her question roused him enough to shrug in response, but not to move any more than that.
    She continued, “I mean I know you said you didn’t date much, but I’d think you’d still have plenty of women jumping at the chance to have sex with you.”
    His knee-jerk answer was always on the tip of his tongue. That he was too busy for a relationship and he didn’t like to sleep with women he wasn’t seriously involved with.
    Trent lifted his head from her chest so he could see her face. Instead of his usual excuse, the truth slipped out. “I have trouble trusting people enough to get this close to them.”
    Damned if he knew why he was confiding in a woman he hadn’t even told his real last name, but he was.
    “Y ou trusted me enough to get this close to you.”
    Since they were still tangled together like a string of knotted Chris tmas lights, he couldn’t deny the point. “I guess I did.”
    He laid his head back down on her chest, trying not to feel like the biggest douche there was for not telling her the rest of the truth. That a man who made more money a year than the gross national product of some countries couldn’t sleep around without risking some pretty messy complications.
    Funny how he’d forgotten that tonight. And as long as he had, he might as well forget it again.
    Trent rolled off her and onto his side, disposing of the used condom in the trash can next to the night stand. He rolled back and braced over her. “You need something to drink? Water. Champagne.”
    “No, I’m good.”
    “You sure? I’m about ready to get started on round two and I gotta warn you, we could be here a while.”
    A sly smile bowed her lips. “I’ve been training for a marathon since the weather turned cooler. Bring it on. I can handle it.”
    He matched her smile. “That’s very good to hear, darlin’.”

    CHAPTER TEN
    Laurel woke to the light of morning creeping in through the window s of the bedroom. Moving caused the tug of soreness in all the right places.
    Trent had made good on his promise last night. He’d redeemed himself during round two . . . and round three. Neither one of them had gotten to sleep until late, yet she’d never felt better.
    Trent was still sleeping like the dead, but Laurel was wide awake. It had always been like that. Once she was up, she was up.
    One look at