Page 64 of Decidedly Off Limits

Trent followed and closed the door behind him as I walked to the bed. I stood there, waiting for him to join me. He still had his suit on, along with his I-knew-I-would-win smile.

Touché.

He brushed my hair back, exposing my neck. For a heartbeat his lips explored the skin there, gently caressing it. I dropped my head to the side, purely on instinct, purely because it felt so good. His tongue and then his teeth joined the exploration.

Heat flickered throughout my body, starting from where his mouth was and spreading to my core. Moaning, I leaned back against him and placed my hands on the side of his strong, solid thighs. I slowly traced my fingertips against the soft wool of his black slacks, moving them to gently cup him.

But it wasn’t enough.

I wanted to feel more of him—to feel his skin.

Preferably against mine.

His arms wrapped around me. Even his suit jacket felt soft against my skin. I swiveled around and my gaze settled on his full, begging-to-be-kissed lips. For several seconds, neither of us moved, other than the shallow synchronized rising and lowering of our ribs.

I peeled his jacket away from his shoulders, my fingertips skimming the even softer fabric of his white dress shirt. Once the fabric was free of his body, I carefully draped the jacket on the armrest of the black leather armchair.

With trembling fingers, I unbuttoned his shirt. Trent stood still, arms at his sides, allowing me to do whatever I wanted.

Once the final button was released, I took a moment to appreciate the fine sculpturing of his abs. Every ripple and every muscle was perfect—like a sunset at the end of the day, with all its color nuances.

I placed my palms flat against his stomach. I didn’t think I would ever get tired of touching him. It was like eating the finest chocolate truffles. One was never enough.

I trailed my fingertips along the smooth hardness of his chest, and slipped my hands under his shirt, nudging the fabric away from his body. I continued sliding it past his shoulders and down his arms, until the shirt was bunched around his wrists.

Trent removed it, practically ripping it off in his haste. He tossed it onto the chair, and the corner of his mouth tugged to one side in my favorite sexy grin.

So not to be outdone by me, he removed my knit top, his fingertips grazing my heated skin. Unlike mine, his fingers didn’t tremble. I guess that was the perk of being a player at one point. Sex didn’t make him nervous. The only emotion he was experiencing, if his dark-green eyes were any indication, was lust. Pure. Hot. Lust.

Next off were my bra, jeans, and panties. They too joined the happy pile of clothing on the chair. He palmed my full breasts, and his touch alone almost had me coming, almost had me dropping to my knees.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, inadvertently pushing my breasts into his palms. He squeezed them then pinched my nipples. And holy-of-all-things-amazing, I thought I’d just died.

While his thumbs continued teasing my nipples, I unzipped his pants and slipped my hand into the opening. My palm met his cock and the thick length jerked in my hand, accompanied by Trent’s moan. And yes, it did make me feel powerful. Just one touch—and he started to unravel.

His mouth was on mine again, proving once more that he was the world’s best kisser. Don’t believe me? That’s okay. I wasn’t going to let you test-drive him anyway.

Eager to see all of him, I removed my hand and slid his pants and his boxers down his legs, until he was able kick them aside with one swift movement. His cock jutted out, heavy, strong, proud—the swollen tip glistening with a drop of desire.

A different urge whispered for me to kneel before him. I dropped to my knees and palmed his long, thick length. Even in my fantasies it had been nothing like this.

“Shit, Kelsey. You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

I grinned at him. “I think I have a good idea what I’m doing to you.…And just so you know, my ex wasn’t interested in me going down on him. I’m not sure what I’m doing here.”

Trent stared at me, his expression incredulous. “Are you fucking kidding me? All I’ve dreamt about since last night and this morning is what it would feel like to watch you take me into that sweet mouth of yours. And what it would feel like to have your gorgeous lips moving against my cock.”

I swear a whimper tumbled from my mouth at his words. His dirty talk had this amazing ability to leave me all shades of turned on.

Or rather, more turned on than I already had been.

“Well, since you put it that way…” I slipped my lips over the broad head and swirled my tongue against the tip, tasting his male saltiness. I kept my gaze on his face, curious about his reaction.

His hooded eyes locked on my lips. The erotic, intimate moment and the way he looked at me caused wetness to flood between my legs. Never before had sex been this hot—this naughty.

I could seriously become addicted to this.

Correction, sex for the fourth time in twenty-four hours screamed: Hi, my name is Kelsey Quade and I’m addicted to sex. With Trent.