Free Burning Seduction by Vella Day Page A

after I kiss you.”
    Ah . He’d apologized for that hurtful action at dinner—a few times. “I don’t remember any such thing.” He raised his chin, trying to look offended, but he probably failed.
    “Hmm. Then is it safe to say that if I kiss you, you won’t run away?”
    Trent couldn’t keep his hands off the little temptress any longer and threaded his fingers through her hair, his palms cupping her cheeks. “I say give it a go and hope for the best.”
    Her hands slid down to his butt, and this time it was her turn to squeeze each cheek. “How about you kiss me?”
    “Do you think you can handle what might come afterward?” His damned heart was beating way too fast.
    She slid her hands around to the front and popped open the top button of his jeans. “You won’t know unless you try.”
    That was all he needed to hear. Trent leaned over and kissed that sassy mouth of hers. For one night, he wouldn’t think about whether he was good enough for her; he’d just enjoy the moment. When she slid her tongue into his mouth, his need exploded, and the urge to take her hard nearly did him in. Charlotte deserved to be loved and not fucked, but right now he wasn’t sure if he could go slow.
    As their tongues dipped and parried, she seduced his mouth. Needing air, he broke the kiss. “I’m not running out on you this time. I promise.”
    She grinned. “You better not.”
    Trent dragged a finger between her breasts. “To ensure I stay, perhaps you ought to take off your top.”
    She laughed, and the pleasure shot straight through him. “You want to help?”
    “Fuck, yeah.”
    *     *     *
    Charlotte couldn’t believe she was about to make love with Trent Lawson, the man she’d been dreaming about for months. Sure, it was great that he’d protected her when someone was out to harm her, but it was the way he treated her that she really loved. Trent was kind and considerate, and she bet he’d be that way in bed, too. He acted as if he was always in control, but now she could see that he was dealing with inner demons and was probably afraid to let loose.
    He dragged his hands under her sweater, and when he cupped her breasts, every nerve in her body shot to life. Needing to see more of him, she popped open the rest of the buttons on his jeans. She meant to keep her focus on his face so that she could tell what he was thinking, but his hard cock sticking out let her know what was on his mind. “Someone’s happy to be free.”
    “You have no idea.”
    He slid his hands around her back and unhooked her bra in a second. When his thumbs reached in front and strummed her nipples, her legs weakened. His very touch sent her spiraling.
    “Somebody likes to be stroked, I see.”
    “Maybe.” From the way her fingers were trembling and her breathing was too fast, he had to know she was lying. “Perhaps if you take off my sweater you might have a better idea if I’m enjoying it.”
    As if a pistol had sounded, signaling the start of a race, he whipped off her top and tossed it on the back of the sofa. Cool air pebbled her nipples.
    “Excellent suggestion,” he said. “Now where was I?”
    Charlotte slowly lowered the straps and let her bra drop to the floor. “I think you were about to lick these.”
    He grinned and cupped each breast. “You are so gorgeous. Perfect in every way.”
    Her heart skipped a beat at his words. She was a bit heavy and had worried he wouldn’t find her body attractive. Perhaps she’d been wrong.
    “Let’s get you more comfortable,” he said.
    Still holding her tits, he maneuvered her backward until her rear bumped into the side of the sofa, forcing her to sit on the arm. He then leaned over and suckled one nipple while he strummed his thumb across the other tip. Shards of bliss radiated across her body, and she dropped her head back to revel in the pleasure then had to grab his shoulders to keep from falling. What she really wanted to do was latch onto his cock. But her