Page 57 of Decidedly Off Limits

The moment Trent’s tongue found the shell of my ear, my plan to keep from moaning died. At his firm stroke, everything inside me caught fire and I arched against him, pushing my butt against his hard length. Closing my eyes, I moaned. He groaned, playing harmony in our sexual symphony.

Trent’s thumb brushed against the side of my breast. I don’t care how great a movie is, no one could pay a hundred percent attention to it with Trent doing that to them.

Ignoring what was happening on the screen, I shifted around and straddled Trent’s hips. His hands cupped my butt. I gazed at his gorgeous warm green eyes, which sparked with mischief and desire, then leaned down to kiss him.

One thing I can say when it comes to kissing Trent—no other experience equals it.

Scaling Mount Everest. No biggie.

Seeing the Seven Wonders of the World. Who cares?

But Trent’s kiss? Absolutely sublime.

My hands traveled down his body, exploring the T-shirt covered surface of his chest. It wasn’t enough. I wanted to touch his warm skin, feel it against mine.

Still kissing him, I hooked my fingers under the hem of his T-shirt and slowly pulled it up, my fingertips grazing his smooth skin. I shifted away from him, just far enough to get a glimpse of his taut stomach muscles.

His dark, dilated eyes focused on my lips, then his hands crept under the hem ofmyT-shirt. He flattened his palms against my stomach and curled his fingers around my waist.

His touches…his touches were like heaven—each one a new treat.

With my core rubbing against his hardness, he rocked me against him. A breath rushed from my lungs and I paused in my attempt to strip his clothing off him. We both wanted this. Nothing short of a natural disaster could prevent it.

I pushed away all thoughts of Holly, Erin, and Liam, locking them in a safe place for now. I’d worry about them later.

Instead new terrifying thoughts happily took their place. For starters, so far so good when it came to the kissing. But what about once the clothes were off? Sure I’d been reading erotic romances, but was that enough? Would I be able to please him—or would I be a major disappointment between the sheets?

No, my horny inner voice said, channeling theJoy of Sexbook Erin had loaned me.It’s like riding a bike. You’ve got this covered!

Trent reached behind his head, further exposing his abs (and distracting me from my fears). He grabbed hold of his T-shirt and a second later it was on the floor next to the couch. It had barely touched the ground before my T-shirt snuggled up to it—and a pleased grin curved onto Trent’s lips.

With an equally pleased grin on mine, I reached behind me and unfastened my bra. It too joined the growing pile on the floor.

Trent’s expression was priceless—and hot—as his gaze took in my breasts. He positioned his hands on either side of them and scraped his thumbs across my nipples, the look of awe still there.

Liquid desire shot through me. I gasped and unconsciously arched my back, pushing my breasts against his warm palms. And before I knew what was happening, one of my nipples was in his hot, wet mouth and he was sucking.

“Oh, God, Trent,” I somehow managed to breathe. “We should go into your room.”

Trent’s mouth left my breast and he pushed himself up to stand, keeping a firm grasp on me. Without thinking about what I was doing, I latched my legs around his waist and he walked us to his bedroom.

Once there, he shut the door behind him and lowered me onto the bed. I sat on the edge with Trent standing in front of me, wearing nothing more than a faded pair of jeans. I’d seen him in his expensive suits and he looked fine, but nothing could compare to this Trent.

This Trent was too breathtaking for words.

I reached out, my gaze locked onto his, and fumbled with the button on his jeans. Somewhere in the back of my mind the one-night stand with the gold medalist in sprint fucking replayed in glorious color.

Trent must have sensed my fear. He kneeled in front of me and took my hands. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, but I promise I’m nothing like the last guy you were with. I would never treat you like that.” He lightly squeezed my hands.

I nodded. “I know.” And somehow I did. No matter what happened between us, even if this was just a temporary fling and he would disappear tomorrow, he would never treat me the same way the jerk had.

Trent stood and before I could reach for his jeans again, he leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of me, his dark eyes intense. I laid back on the bed, vertebra by vertebra.

And then Trent was kissing me again.

The kisses weren’t filled with hunger and need. They were gentle and filled with a million promises—and they contained one simple question: Do you trust me, Kelsey?

I responded to each kiss, letting him know that I did trust him. I always had and I always would.