Page 58 of Decidedly Off Limits

The kisses quickly deepened and there was no denying the hunger now consuming us. Trent moved away from my lips and I almost groaned in protest. But then his mouth moved to my jaw and his tongue traced its way to my ear. My groan was quickly forgotten, to be replaced with a moan begging him not to stop.

While his mouth was busy turning me into a heated mess, my hands were back to their original mission of undoing his jeans. This time they weren’t shaking and it didn’t take much effort to pop the button loose from the hole. With growing confidence, I unzipped his jeans and slipped my hand through the opening.

My fingers brushed the thickness straining against his boxers. Trent sucked in a sharp breath and rested his forehead in the nook of my neck. “Jesus, Kels.”

Erin’s words of wisdom replayed from my lessons on sexual confidence, although I was pretty sure she hadn’t meant for me to practice them on her brother.

Ask him what he wants. Guys like that.

I turned my head and murmured in his ear, “What do you like?”

“You’re killing me,” he moaned softly. “You know that, right?”

I giggled. “I aim to please.” I reached for his jeans again.

Trent stopped my hand. “Not yet.” He moved off the bed, then offered me his hand and pulled me to my feet. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

He traced his fingers along the top of my jeans and slipped them slightly under the waistband. My heart thump-thump-thumped contentedly, while my clit silently pleaded for his fingers to travel farther south.

He unhooked the button and lowered the zipper. His fingers grasped the waistband and peeled the denim down my legs. Once they were around my ankles, I stepped out of them, leaving me in only my thong.

His heated gaze traveled down my body, making me feel desirable, confident, ready to jump this man in front of me. Except now he was the one who looked momentarily unsure of what to do with himself.

After a few seconds, he recovered his composure and stepped closer. “I definitely approve of the thong.” His lips returned to my neck and he gently nipped the skin with his teeth.

Pleasure shot through me, making direct contact with the growing ache between my legs. I might have moaned, groaned, or gasped—or some combination of all three. There might’ve also been an “Oh, God” thrown in for good luck.

One hand moved to my hip, then dipped between my legs. His fingers cupped me and my clit screamed, “Take me now.”

Or maybe that was me.

Trent’s mouth returned to mine, and he gently tugged my lower lip between his teeth. His fingers moved to the waistband of my thong, and he peeled the fabric off me in the same way he’d removed my jeans.

“Sit on the edge of the bed,” Trent commanded, his voice low yet firm. The wetness between my legs increased at the sound. I wouldn’t be surprised if it happened from now on, every time he spoke to me that way.

Like Pavlov’s dog.

A conditioned response.

Once I did as he asked, he said, “Spread your legs and let me see your gorgeous pussy.”

I swallowed, more turned on than I ever thought would be possible. That guy who I was once engaged to (what was his name?) was anti dirty talk.

I opened my legs wider. A small part of me knew I should feel vulnerable and exposed—but I didn’t. With the way Trent was looking at me, my confidence continued to grow.

“Now touch yourself, babe.”

Chewing my lip, I considered his request. I’d never touched myself before. Never even thought about doing it—especially not in front of anyone. But the way he said it—demanding yet encouraging—made me want to push aside that innocence and do as he’d asked.

To please him. To please myself.

Without waiting for another word of encouragement, I slipped my fingers between the slick folds and slowly stroked myself, my gaze locked on Trent the entire time. His eyes gleamed dark with approval and awareness. Awareness this had been out of my normal comfort zone—but that I’d been willing to try it. For him. For me. The bulge in his jeans was so pronounced, I wouldn’t have been surprised if it ripped through the fabric Hulk style.

Trent let this continue for a minute before squatting between my legs. While I continued to touch myself, inching closer to the edge of euphoria, he planted mind-numbing kisses along my inner thigh. Once he was close to the ache between my legs, he positioned his hand on the one getting intimate with my clit and moved my hand to the bed.

His mouth replaced my fingers, and as good as it had been with them, that was nothing compared to his very skilled tongue.