painful
pleasure, and then he gave the same treatment to
the other nipple.
“You taste good,” he said against her skin,
licking the flesh between her breasts, trailing his
eager tongue to her collarbone. Sophie’s lips found
the shell of his ear, the strong column of his neck,
the underside of his jaw. She adored the feel of his
hot skin against hers.
She tugged down his boxers and grasped the
hard length of him. Trent returned the favor by
dipping into her panties, sliding through her curls,
and rubbing her sensitive clit.
He leaned down and kissed her. He tasted like
mint toothpaste and vanilla coffee. How did he
manage to taste so delicious? She put her arms
around his neck and pulled him close. She
deepened the kiss, drinking in his essence, pouring
out the emotions he invoked in her.
TRENT WANTED TO taste every inch of her. He
couldn’t resist spreading his fingers across her flat
belly. He moved his hands up her sides, his palms
grazing against the fullness of her breasts. Her
rough gasp excited him.
He nuzzled her neck.
She turned her head and kissed him. He almost
melted under the onslaught of her mouth. Men were
not supposed to turn into big, gooey puddles when
women kissed them. But this was not a tender
assault. Sophie’s lips spoke of need and hunger.
The flickering of her tongue shot darts of desire
through him. Every thought in his head was for her.
He burned for Sophie.
SOPHIE SIGHED AT the soft, warm feeling of his
mouth, and he captured that small breath, tracing
his tongue along her lower lip and brushing her
face with his calloused thumb. She threaded her
finger into his hair. Trent continued to tease her
with his tongue, tasting the corners of her mouth,
tracing the seam, nibbling on the fullness of her
lips. Light and heat danced through her. She
throbbed with need, a living thing that devoured
her senses. She opened her mouth to accept his full
kiss, mating her mouth to his, teasing him as he had
teased her.
Sophie pulled Trent closer. Her nipples
hardened as they made contact with his chest; they
became pinpoints of sensation as Trent’s hands
found them and tortured her with strokes and tugs.
Little flames of desire flickered, ignited, exploded.
Sophie shuddered as desire rippled over her. As
Trent kissed her, Sophie’s restless hands eagerly
sought sensitive skin and smoothed over hard
muscles. He stilled when she grasped his shaft
again and groaned against her mouth when she
stroked him.
TRENT’S DESIRE COMBUSTED. He brushed
the inner skin of her thighs; his hand slid up, up, up
until he reached the most sensitive part of her. She
gasped, moving against his palm, the nails of her
free hand digging into his back as she stroked him
with the same rhythm of he used on her. Sophie’s
low moans and clutching hands were aphrodisiacs.
Trent was hard and ready, but he wanted Sophie’s
gratification more than his own. He bent his head
and suckled her breast, laving it with his tongue.
“C’mon, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Let go.”
She did, arching, grasping, shuddering. Before
she had time to recover, he slid a finger inside her
and re-built the fire.
Sophie’s scent wrapped around him.
“I need you.”
Trent grasped her waist and pulled her in for a
mind-numbing kiss. She felt her bones melt,
leaving her rubbery and unable to stand on her
own. She threaded her fingers through his long, soft
hair, and poured her heart into the kiss.
He eased himself between her legs, the head of
his cock pressing on her hot, wet entrance. “Yes?”
he asked.
“Yes,” she said. “Yes, yes.”
He stroked his length inside her, and she
welcomed him by wrapping her legs around his
hips. His thrusts matched her eagerness and the
pleasure surrounding her centralized, building with
each stroke. She gasped, grabbing his shoulders
and moving against Trent’s hardness. The pressure
built, her pleasure swirling and