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Chapter Twenty-Three

Jemma

A fter our third date, I’m like a dog in heat, ready to rip off Trent’s clothes. He’s been a gentleman since we got back together. But I’m growing impatient, sick of waiting to have him again.

Trent walks me to my door. He flattens his palm on the wall above my head and leans in to kiss me.

“Do you want to come in?” I ask as our lips separate.

He nods, following me as I enter the dormitory suite I share with another girl. My roommate is staying with her boyfriend this weekend. We have the place to ourselves.

Trent glances around the shared living space and kitchen.

“Do you want something to drink? Or eat?”

He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, and then his lips crash into mine. Trent lifts me in his strong arms, caging me against the wall with his muscular body. I wrap my legs around him and hook my arms around his neck.

Trent explores my mouth with his tongue, his hands roaming over every surface of my body.

His kisses make me wet in anticipation, his touch causing my body to tremble with need.

I have never wanted something so much in my entire life.

Since our first date, I have thought about Halloween night, wishing Trent would stop being a gentleman and have his way with me.

When our lips separate, my head spins, and I have trouble catching my breath. My head buzzes from the high Trent has provided me.

He lowers me to the ground and unzips my dress, which falls to the floor. My panties are next. I kick my heels off, bared to Trent, my body on fire and fueled by adrenaline.

Trent discards his dress clothes in a hurry. I suck in a deep breath when his long, hard cock springs free from his boxer briefs, too aware of how his body makes mine respond.

I bite my bottom lip.

Trent mimics my reaction, sliding his hands to my waist. He stares into my eyes with greed before he kisses me, ripping a moan from my lips.

Lost in the moment, I run my hands over his chest, feeling every ridge of his body.

Trent reaches us and rolls the pad of his thumb over my clit.

I buck my hips, desperate for more, and he slides two fingers inside me.

Leaving a trail of kisses from my neck to my breasts, Trent explores my body. He sucks on my nipple and tugs it with his teeth. After I come, Trent lowers me onto the bed. Electricity skates along my skin everywhere he touches. My heart is pounding so hard against my ribcage my pulse races.

He moves between my spread thighs and drapes my right leg over his shoulder. With a feral look, he shoves two fingers inside me. He drags them along my inner walls so painfully slow my eyes slam shut from the intense sensation that rocks throughout my body.

Gripping my thigh, he leans forward, his breath on my wet, swollen skin sending a shiver down my spine. He sticks out his tongue, giving me tentative licks. I moan into the pillow as my body trembles. He sucks my clit into his mouth, slamming his fingers into me so hard I wish it was his cock.

Leaning forward, I fist his hair between my fingers and tug at the ends. Fire burns my skin as an orgasm rips through me, tearing me to pieces.

After I come undone, Trent peeks up at me from between my legs. He licks my juices from his lips and fingers with a sexy look in his eyes.

Trent pushes on my shoulder until my back is flat against the mattress. He leans over me and gives his thick shaft a few strokes. I lick my lips, and a smile crosses his lips.

Trent rolls on a condom and inches inside me. Taking it slow, Trent gives me time to get used to his size before he fills me all the way.

I dig my fingernails into his shoulders.

He groans in response.

We fall into a rhythm. My body relaxes, and I’m more in tune with him as he rocks his hips to meet mine. He looks wild, with a hungry look in his eyes and determination on his handsome face. My muscles tighten around him, my entire body coming alive as he hits every pleasure point.

Trent picks up the pace when I clench around him. Heat spreads from my cheeks to my toes, rocking me to the core. And I swear I have never felt anything so intense.

After I come again, it’s not long before Trent collapses on top of me. He kisses my lips a few times, muttering sweet sentiments before he rolls onto the mattress next to me. Neither of us can speak, still out of breath.

Trent hooks his arm around me. “I want you to come to my game this weekend.”

I rest my head on his chest. “Are you playing at home?”

He nods. “You’re my good luck charm. I need you there.”

“Count me in,” I say with a smile.