Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
He unzips his pants, just enough to free himself, then lines up at my entrance, teasing me with the head of his cock. He drags it through my folds, getting us both slick. I'm squirming and desperate when he pushes in with a single, perfect thrust.
I nearly come apart at the first stroke.
He moves in deep, measured thrusts, watching my face intently. His hands are everywhere—my waist, my hips, my throat, my mouth. He kisses me every time he bottoms out, making sure I feel him everywhere.
Outside, I hear the faint thump of holiday music, the clatter of dishes, and the shouts of kids in the hallway. Inside, it's just Trent—heat, pressure, and the low growl of his voice in my ear.
"You feel so fucking good," he groans, fucking into me harder now. Every time he slams into me, I feel him in my soul, possessing it. Laying waste to any defenses I ever had. "God, you were made for me, Dani."
I arch, digging my nails into his back, desperate for more. I want everything he has, over and over again. He gives it to me, pounding harder, rougher, until the headboard rattles against the wall.
He bites my shoulder, not gentle, but not mean, either. "Goddamn, Dani baby," he groans. "I could fuck you like this forever."
"Trent," I whimper in response, the sound muffled by his hand.
He slows, then stops, buried deep inside me.
"Tell me you want me to make you come on my cock," he whispers.
"I want you," I pant, half delirious.
"Say it all, Sunshine."
He doesn't play fair, but right now, I don't even care.
"I want you to make me come on your cock," I gasp. "I want it so damn badly it hurts." I nearly choke on the truth. "I've wanted you all over me for months."
He groans, then pulls almost all the way out before slamming back in.
I come instantly, the orgasm crashing through me so hard I nearly black out. It feels so good, pure ecstasy rushing through my veins in a torrent of sound and sensation.
He follows with a groan, his hips jerking, and his arms locked tight around my waist. He bites my neck again as he spills into me, marking me, making sure I know I'm his.
Afterwards, we collapse onto the bed, panting, sweating, a tangle of wrinkled clothes and clinging limbs.
He props himself on one elbow, looking down at me with a softness in his eyes that nearly undoes me.
"You're the only thing I've ever wanted," he says, brushing sweaty hair off my forehead.
I almost say it—I almost blurt out the three words that have been building since the first moment I saw him. But I catch myself just in time, biting my tongue.
"Enough to threaten your teammates, apparently," I say instead.
"I couldn't let one of them convince you to give them a chance before I convinced you that you belong with me." He grins, completely unrepentant, and then rolls onto his back, hauling me with him so I'm sprawled across his chest.
"You're a menace," I say, but I'm smiling.
His soft laugh vibrates through me.
We lay there for a while, the silence punctuated by our breathing and the distant chaos of the party outside. It's perfect.
Eventually, he glances at the clock and sighs. "We should probably rejoin civilization."
"Or we could just stay here forever," I mumble, nuzzling into his shoulder.
"Tempting," he admits, "but if we don't reappear, someone will probably come looking. I'd hate to kill one of my teammates for seeing your ass."
The possibility of any of his teammates seeing my ass is enough to get me moving. Some indignities are simply too unbearable.
I groan, rolling off him. "My tights are ruined."
He surveys the damage, then shrugs. "You look better without them."
I glare, but the effect is ruined by the smile that won't leave my face. I fix my dress as best I can, and Trent zips up, tucking his shirt back in with the efficiency of a man used to changing on a tight deadline.
He catches my hand before we leave the room, pulling me close for one last kiss.
"Thanks for coming with me tonight," he murmurs, the words so genuine they make my chest ache.
And I want to say those three little words all over again. I don't say them. Not yet. But I kind of think maybe he already knows that's why I'm here right now. Not because he guilted me, but because there's nothing I wouldn't do for him.
"Thanks for not letting me die of embarrassment," I reply instead of telling him that I'm wild about him, only half joking.
"Only one of us is allowed to have a near-death experience this week, and I've already met the quota." He grins before pulling me out into the hallway like we're a couple of teenagers sneaking out.
We're barely three steps down the hall when we almost collide with Ryan. He's leaning against the wall, arms folded, face split in a smirk so wide I'm surprised it hasn't been banned for unsportsmanlike conduct.