“So, you like it?” Trent asked, stepping up beside me. His eyes were on the view as well, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans.
“How could I not like it?”
He chuckled. “You’re not like other girls,” he shrugged his wide shoulders. “I thought you might hate it.”
“This view is incredible.” My eyes took in all the cars and people bustling below, trying to get somewhere.
“It’s my favorite part about this place.”
I looked over to find that he had his arms braced above his head, leaning against the glass.
A month ago, I never would have thought I’d be standing here with Trenton, but now there was no place I’d rather be.
For the first time since we’d entered, I took in the décor. I had been so distracted by the spectacular view of the city, that I’d been unable to appreciate the beauty inside.
It wasn’t white and sterile looking like I had expected. There was a comfy looking sectional couch with heavy wooden tables and a leather ottoman. There were built-in wood shelves with tons of books covering the available surface. Of course, there was also a large TV. The floors were a dark hardwood, carrying into the kitchen that was surprisingly large with black cabinets and shiny white countertops. Everything was beautiful, but didn’t give off the vibe of ‘look but don’t touch’.
Trent’s fingers brushed against my cheek, bringing me back to reality. “I’m so happy you’re here,” he breathed.
“Me too,” I whispered, my eyes closing as his thumb grazed my bottom lip. It was hard for me to admit how good it felt to be here with him. Being with Trenton was effortless—as easy as breathing—and if I let myself, I’d never want to let him go.
His lips brushed lightly against mine—the touch so soft I wasn’t sure it could even be considered a kiss. “I really want to show you my bedroom now.” His voice was husky with want and I found a quiet whimper escaping my throat as he pushed the collar of my sweatshirt over so he could kiss the bare skin of my shoulder.
“I’d like to see it.” I sounded breathless, like I’d just run a mile, but it was simply the power Trent’s lips had over me.
“Let me show you then.”
He picked me up, carrying me like a groom would carry his bride.
He pushed open the third door in the hallway and kicked it closed behind him. He laid me down on the soft surface of a massive bed. “I’ll show you around the room later,” he growled against the skin of my neck, “for now, I’d like to acquaint you with my bed.”
His fingers found my hips and he slowly inched my sweatshirt up, exposing my stomach, and then my breasts hidden behind a plain black bra. I sat up and lifted my arms in the air so he could pull the garment off of me.
“I could never get tired of looking at you, Rowan,” he confessed, his blue eyes filled with an emotion I refused to define.
I swallowed thickly.
“I—”
I silenced his next words by grabbing him by the neck and kissing him. I knew what he was going to say and I couldn’t hear it. I wasn’t ready. I’d never be ready.
He kissed me back, his large hands grasping me around my sides. One hand slid up the skin of my back and landed on the strap of my bra. With a flick of his fingers he had it unhooked and sliding down my arms. His eyes feasted on my naked breasts and I refused to be embarrassed.
I slid away from him, propping back on my elbows and giving him a look. “Your turn.”
He chuckled, the sound low and raspy, making my body fill with pleasure at the promise of what was to come. He hooked his thumbs in the back on his long sleeve shirt and yanked it over his head, musing his hair. My tongue flicked out to moisten my lips as I greedily eyed the sight of his defined chest and the dark smattering of hair that disappeared below the belt holding his jeans up.
“Happy?” He asked.
“Not quite,” I smiled seductively. I wasn’t as shy now in the sex department, and I wasn’t going to let him completely be in control this time.
“I can make you very happy,” his eyes narrowed, the blue turning to black with desire.
“Then do it.”
He grinned at the challenge in my tone.
I squealed as he grabbed my hips, pulling me down the bed towards him. In a matter of seconds he had my jeans and panties off. His eyes lingered on my lower body and I counted to ten in my head, hoping that the gesture would keep me from blushing.
“I’m going to touch you, Rowan, and kiss you, and you’re going to like it,” he growled low in his throat.
I let out a small mewling sound as his fingers traced my folds. “Trent,” I whimpered.
“Shhh,” he hushed. “The best is yet to come.”
I gasped as his fingers plunged inside me. “Oh. My. God.”
My eyes closed and my fists grasped the soft white bedspread. His free hand landed on my stomach, holding me down so my hips couldn’t buck. “Hold still,” he commanded, and something about his bossy tone only served to turn me on more.
His fingers pumped into me as he kept his thumb pressed against my clit.
Just when I was about to come, he moved his thumb, and—“Holy shit.”
His tongue was on me and I had never felt anything like it. I whimpered as the pressure built in my body. His tongue flicked against me and I thought I might burst into tears it felt so good.
His fingers continued to toy with me as he sucked and it wasn’t long before I found myself gasping as pleasure roared through my veins.
He stood above me, grinning at what he had done to me.
Then he held out his thumb. “Suck.”
“Wh-what?” I gasped, my chest rising and falling sharply.
“Suck,” he repeated, his thumb brushing against my bottom lip.
I finally understood what he wanted, and opened my mouth. He stuck his thumb in my mouth and my lips closed around it, my tongue swirling around. I tasted myself on him, and surprisingly, it didn’t gross me out.
He pulled his thumb from my mouth, his eyes dark with desire. “Fuck,” he whispered.
I sat up slowly, reaching for his jeans. “My turn.”
I undid his belt and had his jeans off before he realized what I intended to do.
“Whoa, you don’t need to do that,” he pushed gently at my shoulders, trying to stop me.
“I know,” I smiled at him. “But I want to.”
He swallowed thickly, his eyes closing briefly. “I’m serious. I don’t expect you to return the favor.”
“I know,” I repeated as I stood and then knelt. I looked up at him, suddenly feeling shy. “You have to tell me if I do it wrong. I’ve never…I’ve never done this.”
“Trust me, Row, I don’t think you could ever do anything wrong.”
I hated it when he said things like that. Trenton put me up on a pedestal like I was this great person who never did anything wrong. He had no idea just how mistaken he was.
I eyed his thick length, carefully hidden behind his black boxer briefs and swallowed thickly. I could do this. I wanted to do this.
I pulled the fabric down and gasped as he sprang free. I had never been this close before, and he was just as beautiful here as he was everywhere else.
I took him in my hand, stroking slowly.
“Fuck, Row,” he groaned, throwing his head back, “you don’t have to do anything but that and I’ll be a happy man.”
“I doubt that,” I smiled, then took him into my mouth.
I felt uncomfortable at first with my lack of knowledge in situations like this. I swirled my tongue around the tip and then took him deeper into my mouth. He let out a growl, his fingers winding into my hair as he held it away from my face. I felt his eyes on me and it spurned me on.
“You have no idea how fucking hot you look right now,” he murmured.
My eyes flicked up to look at him watching me.
“It feels so good,” he whispered, his eyes briefly closing as he swallowed thickly.
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bsp; It pleased me that I seemed to be doing it right.
I stroked him and he threw his head back. “If you keep doing that with your hand and your mouth, I’m not going to last long, and I really want to come inside you.”
I pulled away and climbed onto the bed. I lay down, my hair spreading around me.
“Then do it,” I repeated my words from earlier.
His eyes roamed over my body like he was memorizing what I looked like.
“With pleasure,” he grinned crookedly with a fire lighting his eyes.
He grabbed a condom, rolled it on, then grabbed my hips again. He pulled me until my bottom was hanging off the bed and he was holding onto me.
“You’re not coming up here?” I asked.
He shook his head.
“No, I think I’ll stay right here,” he winked.
He thrust inside me and I gasped as he filled me.
He slid out and back in quickly.
Now I understood why he was standing.
He rolled his hips against mine and I bit down on my lip to stifle the cry that threatened to escape me.
“Harder,” I pleaded.
“You want it rough?” One brow rose in disbelief.
I nodded, trying not to whimper.
“Well, then…”
I couldn’t quiet my cries after that.
His thrusts were quick and powerful, shaking the bed. The veins in his arms stood out and his fingers dug into my skin.
“Trent!” I screamed his name as I came. I’m pretty sure I screamed some other things too, and maybe even in another language, because nothing I said made sense to my own ears.
Trent growled and I felt him twitch inside me with his release.
He collapsed on top of me, careful to hold his weight off of me. He pressed sweet kisses to my face, neck, and across the tops of my breasts. “That was fucking incredible,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around me and burying his face into the curve of my neck.
I nodded in agreement. I had no words.
“I promise I didn’t bring you here for sex,” he continued, “but I’d be lying if I didn’t say it was worth it.” He chuckled, kissing the corner of my mouth. “Rowan?” He paused. “Are you okay?”
I nodded.
“Can you…speak?”
I nodded.
“Rowan?”
“Give me a minute,” I finally managed to force words from my lips.
He laughed. “Was it that good?”
Good was the understatement of the century. That had been…mind-blowing.
“Can we do it again?” I asked, turning my head to look at him. I was breathing heavily and my body was covered in sweat, but I didn’t care.
He laughed. “We most certainly can. Just give me another five minutes.”
“You don’t need longer?” I questioned.
He laughed. “With you? No. Trust me, it won’t be long until I’m ready again,” he wiggled his hips and I gasped, realizing he was still inside me. “Especially if I don’t move.”
I wrapped my hands around his neck, lacing my fingers together. “Don’t move, then.”
“Trust me, if you told me I never had to, I wouldn’t,” he said seriously, brushing my hair away from my eyes. “I want nothing more than to stay here with you forever.”
“And by here, you mean inside me?” I joked.
He laughed heartily. “I wouldn’t complain about that.”
I glanced down at our joined bodies. “I think you’re ready,” I whispered.
“How about that?” He chuckled. “I told you it wouldn’t take long. Now, lie back and let me love you.”
And he did.
Again.
And again.
And again.
chapter thirteen
My whole body was sore, but in the best way possible.
I stretched my toes, pointing them down, then raised my arms above my head. Sunlight streamed into the bedroom from the floor to ceiling windows. Last night I’d been occupied by more important things and hadn’t noticed any details about the room.
It was painted a medium gray color and all the furniture was black. The bedding was white and fluffy. It was so soft that I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about returning to my own sheets.
“That makes your breasts look more amazing than usual.”
I startled, lowering my arms, as I looked over to see Trent standing in the doorway. A pair of navy sweatpants hung loosely off his lean hips and his hair stuck up wildly around his head from sex and sleep. He held two cups of coffee in his hands.
He padded across the room and climbed into the high bed. “Here,” he handed me the coffee.
I took a sip, unable to contain my moan. “This is delicious.”
“It’s caramel,” he winked.
He leaned back against the mountain of pillows, looking out the windows. His gaze was thoughtful and I knew he was contemplating something.
“Whatever it is, just spit it out,” I told him.
He laughed, ducking his head. “Am I that predictable?” He smiled and his dimple showed.
“I know you,” I shrugged. “You don’t have to be predictable for me to pick up on your body language. Now, out with it.” I blew on the hot coffee, eyeing him over the rim.
“Can I take your picture?” He asked.
I laughed. “Trenton, I’m pretty sure you’ve already taken my picture plenty of times.”
“No, not like this,” he shook his head, his dark hair falling into his eyes.
“Not like what…?”
“You, naked, in my bed,” he bit his lip. “And then I want to take your picture while I make love to you.”
I shivered at his tone.
“You can say no, if you don’t want me to,” he assured me, “but I’d really like to.”
“I…” I drew my knees up to my chest, contemplating. Finally, I met his unwavering gaze. “Okay.”
“Okay?” He repeated, smiling slowly like he was afraid at any second I’d scream that I was only kidding.
I nodded. “It’s okay with me.”
He set his coffee cup on the table and then reached for mine. “You want to start now?” I asked, reluctantly handing over the cup.
He nodded with a small grin. “I thought I better get started before you change your mind.”
“I won’t.”
“I don’t care,” he laughed, picking up his camera. I realized that our suitcases were now in the bedroom. Someone must have dropped them off last night and he’d brought them in this morning.
He aimed the camera and started taking pictures.
“Lay down,” he said huskily.
I did as he asked.
Before taking another picture, he reached down and spread my hair around, then lifted one of my arms above my head. “Don’t move,” he warned me like one would a child.
My heart was beating so fast in my chest that I was sure he could see its thumps.
“These are beautiful,” he whispered, looking down at the screen of his camera.
He posed me in a different position and snapped my picture again. He continued that way for a good thirty minutes.
“Now,” he lowered, taking my bottom lip between his teeth and then releasing it, “I’m going to make love to you.”
He held tight to the camera and kicked off his sweatpants. He was hard and completely ready for me. He slid a condom on and climbed on the bed. His fingers found me and when he felt that I was wet, he grinned. “I’m glad that turned you on as much as it did me.”
“How could it not?” I breathed.
“Good point.” He kissed me, as he took ahold of his length and slowly slid it inside me just a bit. I squirmed, letting out a small shriek from the soreness left over from yesterday. “Are you okay?” His brow creased with worry. “Do I need to stop? You know I will,” he assured me.
“Just go slow,” I warned him. “I-I’m sore down there.”
“Trust me,” he kissed me deeply, making my
head spin, “this is going to be slow, and you’re going to love every second of it.”
My heart sped up even further at his promising tone.
He inched inside me ever so slowly, and when he was all the way in he stopped, taking a picture. I’d completely forgotten about the camera, but seeing it in his hand as he was braced above me made me excited.
“You can move,” I whispered.
“Not yet.” He took another picture.
He slowly inched back out, taking my picture again as my mouth fell open in an O.
He rocked his hips in and out at a leisurely pace that somehow managed to drive me crazier than what we’d done last night. I also found that there was something extremely erotic about having him above me, taking my picture as he made love to me. I couldn’t hide my emotions. They were plain for him and the camera to see. I was baring my soul to him, and I hoped he knew that, and understood the gift I was giving him. I was letting him see me.
Sweat dampened my body as I edged closer and closer to that cliff I was desperate to fall off of.
“Come for me,” he breathed, his voice barely above a whisper. “Let me see you.”
He drove into me with shallow thrusts and I clawed at the blankets as I felt my orgasm begin to take over. All the while, he took my picture.
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful and you don’t even know it,” he growled.
I wished I believed him. I had never been a person concerned about my outward appearance, but I knew on the inside that I was ugly…scarred…disfigured. I was diseased. Poison, known as lies, ran through my veins, suffocating me.
“Rowan?” He questioned, noticing the look of disgust on my face. “What’s wrong?” His movements stilled as he gazed down at me questioningly. “What did I do? What’d I say?”
“It’s nothing,” my voice cracked.
“Row,” he cupped my cheek in his hand. “Did I hurt you? Is it the pictures? You have to tell me what’s wrong so I can fix it.” His eyes pleaded with me to speak, to tell him what was going on in my head, but it was so hard.
“You didn’t hurt me,” I assured him. “But I’m not beautiful, Trent.”
“Yes, you are,” he said sternly.
I shook my head. “I’m not talking about what I look like,” I spoke fiercely. “I’m talking about what’s in here,” I placed a hand over my heart. “If you knew who I was, what I had done,” I croaked, “you’d know I wasn’t beautiful.”
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