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The kiss turns deep and needy, as he pushes me up against the glass shower wall.

Gasping for air, I break away, pulling back so I can breathe.

So I can think.

His arms stay latched on to me, tight and strong. The pounding of my heart echoes in the pulsing of my soaked pussy.

“I told you to put the notebook down, Kitty Kat.” He nudges my cheek with his nose, pressing his hardness against my pelvis. Huge and intimidating.

“I know. But I couldn’t.”

“Tell me why.” He says against my neck just below my ear.

“Because I…” I don’t know how to finish. I don’t know how to explain.

“I saw you that night, you know” he murmurs. “Before I left. I saw you outside the bathroom door. And I haven’t stopped thinking about it since.”

I let out a whimper and the kiss comes crushing forward again, taking the air from my lungs, the reason from my head. His hands move from my waist to my face, attaching my lips to his, making it impossible for me to withdraw ever again.

Fire explodes in my belly. A million flickering flames. I would do anything for him. I would live for him. I would die for him. Every breath, every thought, will always belong to him.

It’s Trent who detaches us this time, his square jaw tense. The vein in his forehead as thick as my pinkie. The hem of my dress shakes against my kneecaps. I am in the arms of the boy I always thought of as my brother, feeling feelings I have never felt for a man before. A red haze takes over and from the depths of my being I draw out a split second of clarity

“You shower,” I whisper, the words shaking over my lips. “I need to breathe. Please. I’ll see you in a bit.”

I twist away and out of the bathroom into the darkened master suite, closing the door as I sink, trembling, my legs failing and I sink down to my knees.

The sound of water rushing behind the door starts and I try to ground myself. He’s taking a moment as well. Thinking more clearly.

But before I pull myself back together, the water stops and the door slams open, bright light. I tuck my head down, peeking over my shoulder.

Still shirtless, and his fatigues are undone, but not off him yet and I nearly lose consciousness as I see the fleshy tip of his cock riding up above the elastic of his white boxers. His face is set hard, brow furrowed in taut rows.

I look up, on my knees before him. The thick outline of his cock is impossible to miss. I avert my gaze. “I…I was…”

He cups my chin in his hand and guides me to my feet. We’re close now, close enough that the head of his cock presses against me as I rise. The willpower I summon in order not to yank his pants down and to drop to my knees again is enormous.

His eyes are still firm, hard-set. He is every inch a warrior. Every inch pure power. He takes my hand in his now, softly enough but still firm and determined, and then leads me to the bed.

“Trent, we… I can’t…the shower…” I stammer, trying to pull back.

His answer is a tighter grip as he yanks me forward. “Shut the fuck up,” he growls. The harshness should anger me but instead, it calms me.

“Trent.”

He tugs me toward the bed again, spinning me around, so the mattress presses into my knees. He pinches my cheek in his muscular hand, dark fire flickering in his eyes. “Itoldyou aboutthe notebook. I fuckingtoldyou not to look. But you didn’t listen.”

I swallow the knot in my throat. The heel of his hand presses against my throbbing pulse under my jaw. “I know,” I manage to whisper.

“You never listen, Kitty Kat. Not even when you were little. So stubborn. It’s time you fucking learned...good girls listen.”

Good girlturns me into a puddle of warm goo as wetness streams from my center.

His deep commanding voice sends a shiver to my core. There’s something different about him. Something I’ve never sensed before now.

I nip my lip before setting the words free. “I want to learn. But I need you to teach me.”

“I’m going to give you what you need. So that next time you do what you’re told.”