Free Fighting Chance (Misty Grove Book 1) by Victoria Paige Page B

unbearable. She was feverish with the need to come.
    When Trent withdrew his fingers, she wanted to scream in frustration. But before she could protest, her ass landed on the table while her shorts and underwear were yanked off.  
    “I have to taste you,” he growled.  
    He threw her legs over his shoulders and put his mouth on her. He licked up and down her sensitized flesh, circling his tongue over her clit, the nub engorged and swollen.
    “Please, oh, God, Trent, let me come.”  
    “So sweet, so sweet ...,” he mumbled against her folds, lapping up every drop of moisture that flowed from her core.
    “Suck it, please, I need to—”
    His tongue fluttered over her clit before he sucked. Hard.
    Cassie screamed as she shattered into white-hot shards of pleasures. Pulses too intense, she begged him to stop, but Trent was unrelenting. He flattened his tongue against her clit and held the pressure. Her fingers dug wildly into his hair as his head continued moving between her thighs. She angled back further, trying to escape the agonizing rapture, but his grip on her thighs was absolute—steel bands keeping her in place as he ate her like his last meal before an execution.
      “I can’t! Enough. Enough!”  
    “You take what I give you, hellcat.” He raised his head momentarily to stare up at her. Her juices dripping down his lips only aroused her more. “I can’t wait to fuck you. So damned responsive.”
    He lowered his head and continued tongue-fucking her, and all she could do was come.
    She was boneless by the time he helped her from the table. He kissed her tenderly this time, languidly. Cassie was confused when he picked up her shorts and helped her back into them.
    “You?” she whispered.
    “This is all about you tonight,” Trent said. “I wanted to give you a preview of what I can offer you.”
    “Endless orgasms?”
    “Yup.” He smiled crookedly. “I realized the usual methods won’t work with you. Like I’m sure you’d shoot me down if I asked you out on a date, so I decided to just show you what you’d be missing if you turned me down.” He paused. “How am I doing so far?”
    Cassie laughed. “Judging by how hard I screamed, I’ll say you’re making a good case for it.” She sobered after remembering why she couldn’t do this with him. “Trent, this doesn’t change—”
    “Hush.” He raised a finger to her lips. “Don’t say anything right now. We don’t have to call this anything at all. Let’s just take it one day at a time.”
    “Okay.” It wasn’t, but she didn’t know what else to say after her orgasms decimated her mind.
    He stroked her hair and face. “Also, I’m finding myself very possessive of you. You think while we’re trying to figure out what’s happening between us, we won’t see anyone else?”
    “That sounds like a relationship.” Cassie frowned.
    “I don’t think I can stand it if you fucked other people,” Trent stated bluntly. “My deputies might have to arrest me for murder.”
    This was happening way too fast, and normally, Cassie would run the other way, but for some reason her instincts were telling her to take a leap of faith with Trent.
    “I won’t sleep with other people. Believe me, that won’t be a problem.”
    A dark brow quirked up. “Been a while?”
    “A year,” Cassie sighed, and of course the caveman in front of her looked please. “And let me just warn you, he was also pushing for a relationship, so I don’t know why the hell I’m agreeing to this.”
    “Orgasms.” He kissed her nose.
    A car’s headlights washed through the windows. With the sun finally set, the living room was in twilight darkness.  
    “Shit,” Cassie muttered, noting her torn top. She pushed away from Trent and switched on the lamp on the side table by the couch. “Stay here, I need to throw something on.”
    Luckily, her room was on the first floor and she was able to pull on a shirt, check her reflection—she couldn’t do anything