Chapter Fourteen
Trenton returned from the bathroom and climbed into bed. Chloe lay with her beautiful breasts peeking past the covers and a well-loved, dazed expression on her face. He kissed her cheek and nestled into her side.
“How you doin’, doll?”
“Oh, I’d say I’m pretty good.”
He chuckled and tucked her hips more firmly against his front. It was almost midnight and he was wiped. However, the idea of parting company with his lovely Chloe in less than twelve hours had him fighting sleep. “Tired?”
“Mm-hm,” she mumbled, but when he glanced over her shoulder at her eyes they were still open.
He settled his head on the pillow. “What are you thinking about?”
“How crazy it is that we’re here like this. Who would have thought we’d ever see each other again?”
Certainly not him. He gave her an affectionate squeeze.
“If you didn’t stop to offer me help, do you think we would’ve ended up meeting anyway?”
He cleared his throat, guilt nipping with the reminder that he still had some secrets to share with her. He needed to tread lightly and didn’t want to spoil an otherwise perfect moment with a conversation that deserved full attention and probably clothing. “Maybe. I’ve been friends with Jeremy since Okinawa and seeing as you know Jade, I guess we would’ve met eventually.”
“But you probably never would’ve noticed me if I hadn’t remembered you and stopped you at the party that night.”
If only she knew how immediate his recognition came that night they bumped into each other. “Oh, I think I’d notice you no matter what.”
She was quiet for a minute. “What were you doing in Maryland the day you picked me up?”
He took a deep breath. Stick with the truth. “I was working.”
“Oh.”
She’d given him the perfect opportunity to come clean, but this wasn’t the time. He needed to tell her the truth and soon. He didn’t want secrets between them and the longer he hid his association with her ex the more he felt unworthy of her trust, trust he’d been trying damn hard to earn.
“Let’s try to get some sleep, doll.”
* * * *
Chloe awoke to the scratching of Trenton’s jaw moving over her soft flesh as his mouth closed over the tip of her breast, sucking softly. She moaned and arched into his touch.
“I was wondering when you would wake up.”
Without opening her eyes she smiled. “What time is it?”
“Four a.m.”
His mouth trailed over her silky flesh and she lazily ran her fingers through his hair. “Have you been up long?”
“About thirty minutes. I tried to let you sleep. It was a losing battle.”
She giggled silently as he softly kissed his way to her neck. His body settled over hers, heavy enough to let her know she wasn’t dreaming. His mouth worked over her shoulder and her toes curled as he whispered, “I want inside of you, Chloe. Spread those beautiful thighs for me.”
She parted her legs and he reached for a condom. Pressing in slow, finding his way deep, her body welcomed him as he stroked slowly. His mouth returned to her breast. He took his time, cradling her to him, languidly fulfilling her. She was in heaven.
Eventually, she’d have to talk to her boys about him again. Dayton would be the hardest sell, but she’d figure out how to handle him later.
She never had choices as a wife and since leaving Marcus, her sole purpose had been caring for her boys. After what felt like a lifetime of fulfilling the needs of others, she wanted to take something for herself. And she wanted Trenton Cole.
He pressed deep, bringing her back to the present. The way he made love to her was so sensuous, not climbing toward an explosive end, but rather maintaining a steady thrum of slow building pleasure. It was wonderful.
Time fell away, no ticking clocks or pressing responsibilities. Just them. They made love until the black sky faded to gray. The gentle chirping of birds whispered from outside the walls, making their hidden sanctuary all the more secret.
This was different from the night before. Softer. He made sure she came and it didn’t take much. Simply having him inside of her put her dangerously close to the edge. A few tender traces of his fingers and she was done.
She loved watching him. That fragile moment when his gaze held hers, his eyes darkening under thick lashes as he trembled, fingers tightening on her skin, breath panting quickly past his lips, as he found his release. He was so … honest in those moments, she found them fascinating and telling of the man he was.
His arm draped below her breasts and she traced circles in the dark hair covering his thick muscles, his head sweetly resting on her chest as they lay replete. She liked this part, too. Marcus had never held her afterward. But Trenton was a cuddler.
He sighed. “Do you want to shower with me? I’d offer you a bath, but I don’t have a tub.”
“A shower’s fine.” Suddenly she remembered something and tsked.
“What?” He lifted his head.
“I bought something for last night and I forgot to wear it.”
He raised an eyebrow. “What did you buy?”
“It’s nothing. I picked up a little nightie, that’s all.”
“A nightie?” He gave a wicked grin. “I’d like to see that. What do you say we grab a shower, then I’ll make us some breakfast and you can model it for me? After that, we’ll come back to bed and I can find the most creative way to take it off of you.”
It was surreal having a man so interested in seeing her body. “Okay.”
They played in the shower, soaping each other’s skin and washing each other’s hair. When she wrapped her body in a towel, Trenton simply buffed off the drops clinging to his body and walked bare-assed out of the room—and into the kitchen.
“Aren’t you afraid someone will see you? You don’t have curtains.”
“No one’s around for miles. Don’t worry, we have complete privacy here.”
She dug her blow dryer out of her overnight bag. Naked was one thing. Naked with frizzy bedhead was a totally different story.
Once her hair was dry, she put on lotion and some lipstick, and then slipped into the nightie. Turning to examine herself in the mirror, she scrunched her nose. It didn’t look quite like it did on the mannequin.
The cobalt silk reminded her of Trenton’s eyes. The slip was opaque and reached to her mid-thigh, where lace trimmed the hem. Spaghetti straps delicately draped her shoulders, and revealing lace covered her breasts.
“You all right in there, doll?”
Quickly stuffing her items back in her bag, she walked to the bathroom door, took a deep breath, and opened it wide. “I hope you weren’t expecting much.”
His mouth slightly opened and snapped shut. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “That is a vision prettier and anything I can imagine.”
It was a novelty, being able to tease a man like this. Smiling, she nibbled her lower lip. “Is breakfast ready?”
He pulled his gaze away from her breasts. “What?”
“Breakfast. You said we were going to eat after our shower.”
His gaze kept returning to her chest, sometimes traveling all the way down to her legs. She playfully patted his shoulder. “Come on.”
Sashaying down the steps and into the kitchen, she hid a smirk. He dogged her steps like a starved cartoon character following the fumes of a feast. He’d made eggs and bacon. She took a seat and Trenton continued to watch her.
“Aren’t you going to eat?”
Making no comment, nor taking his gaze off of her, he reached for a strip of bacon and bit off the end. She took a sip of coffee and realized she wasn’t that hungry. He’d thrown on loose fitting sweats while she was in the bathroom, but they did little to hide the effect she was having on him.
Placing her cup on the table she gave the tented material between his thighs a pointed look. He followed her gaze and raised an eyebrow as if silently telling her this is your fault. He was so adorable, so unapologetically captivated by her. She’d never had that sort of effect on a man before.
Wanting to tease him, she stood and sauntered to the sitting area. “Did you kill whatever that is hanging above the mantle there?”
“It’s an elk.” His voice startled her. She hadn’t heard him follow, but he was directly behind her.
The soft crinkle of a condom wrapper had her glancing over her shoulder as he removed one from his pocket. “How many of them do you carry around at a time?”
“Enough to have you every way possible until next Sunday. Hands on the couch, doll.” He leaned her forward and gently nudged her feet apart.
His touch coasted over her ass, his right palm tracing the line of her spine and shifting the nightie out of the way. His fingers grazed her damp sex and he chuckled.
“I see you like teasing me.” He spread her wet folds, feeding the blunt tip of his cock between her slit. “I’ve decided I like it, too.”
He sank into her in one steady thrust and she rose on her toes. Withdrawing, almost leaving her completely, he slammed deep again. Her hands clutched the back of the couch as he pumped with long measured strokes.
He tugged the lace cups down, freeing her breasts, and reached for her nipples, plucking and pulling on the sensitive tips. His other hand drifted over her soft belly, parting her folds as his cock tunneled in and out of her. As he rubbed her clit, she moaned, sagging into his possessive hold.
His cock pressed deep and her body tightened, their position so tenuous she wasn’t sure she could stay this way much longer.
“Come for me, Chloe. Come all over my cock.” His words were the catalyst, thrusting her over the edge into ecstasy.
Her strength gave out as her entire body quaked with the sudden force of her release. She trembled from head to toe as he held her tight, not letting her fall, working her orgasm, refusing to let the pleasure wane.
She cried out, overwhelmed by the sensations tingling through her. When she could take no more, he bent over her, folding her body to the back of the couch and thrust hard and deep, rapid strokes teasing her nerves into another storm of pleasure.
His hands clamped tight on her hips and he panted with each forceful plunge. His moans echoed in the open space, rough and thunderous, countering her softer sighs. Stiffening, his hard flesh pulsed steadily inside of her.
Slowly, his grip slackened. He pressed a kiss to her back, his breathing labored, and rested his cheek on her shoulder. “Was that too rough?”
She glanced over her shoulder from her awkward position, eyes heavy with satisfied lust, and laughed. “Not. At. All.”
He chuckled. “Give me ten minutes and I’ll do it again.”