Tori

 

     A rush of heat washed over me as his mouth touched the tip of my finger and I felt his pull. The one that clouded my better judgment and sent me spiraling into dangerous territory. I shook my head and pushed against his chest. This couldn’t happen. Who did he think he was? Kissing me one minute, hooking up with a biker bunny last night, and then seducing me again because he was jealous of his friend? I wanted off this merry-go-round. Now.

     “What I really want can never be mine.” I swallowed hard against the words. There was too much honesty in them and it hurt to hear it out loud. I wanted love. I wanted real.

     “Why not?”

     “Doesn’t matter. It just is,” I averted my eyes. I couldn’t look him in the eyes when I was this vulnerable. He saw too much. “I think it would be best if I had my own space. Reaper -,” I started, but Trench cut me off.

     “Reaper, doesn’t decide where you stay. I do.”

     “You’re something else, you know that? So, where does the big bad President of Pandemonium want me? Because I’ve seen how well you direct others. I guess Candy, or whatever her street name is, got the executive order to be in your lap all night. Where would you like me? On the dresser? The bed? In the shower? Against the door? Oh, wait, maybe you’re an exhibitionist. You want to fuck your little charity case on your bike out front so everyone can see how powerful you are?”

     When Trench said nothing, I knew I’d taken it too far. Me and my stupid mouth. We were quite the pair. I chanced a glance under the shield of my long lashes.

     “Are you jealous, sweetheart?” He smiled and I took a step backwards. Trench matched me step for step. Every time I took a step back he took a bigger step forward, eliminating the distance between us until the back of my knees met the mattress. “That female downstairs used me as a fucking pillow, nothing else, and I was an asshole for passing out and letting it happen. You’re the only woman I have any interest in. You confuse me at every turn. I want you, Tori. So bad, babe, but I don’t want to push you.”

     “What are you talking about?” My voice came out as a whisper.

     Trench was close and knowing he didn’t have sex with the entertainment last night, had me weak again. He stood before me staring back with the eyes of a starved man. For the first time in my life I wanted to be an active participant in the chase. To experience all the pleasure that could come from a man who truly lusted for me. I did the last thing he was expecting. I pushed up on my toes and slammed my mouth against his, savoring the warmth of his lips.

     “Fuck, babe.” He pulled back enough to see me. “You’re going to be the death of me, the sweetest fucking end.” He rewarded me with another kiss and a low groan that stifled any need for further conversation.

     I had forgotten how good it felt to affect the opposite sex and I liked the thought of Trench squirming for me. It was intoxicating. He broke away from my lips to begin a line of kisses that started at the base of my throat and moved higher. The days-old scruff on his jaw tickled against my ear before he bit down and tugged on my lobe, sending a wave of tingles down my spine.

     Strong hands slid slowly down my sides, stopping at the hem of my shirt. I was lost in the sensation of his lips moving back around to the front of my throat when the cotton material was ripped apart, exposing my chest to the cooler air of the room and Trench’s capable mouth. Long fingers brushed over my bare midriff, sending a delicious shiver through my core as they continued a trail upwards, finally cupping my shoulders and pushing what was left of the shirt down my arms. 

     “Trench, please.” I heard the desperation in my own voice, but I didn’t care. I was already teetering on the precipice. What self-control I had left had been obliterated by his open-mouthed kisses on my skin.

     Trench turned my body with his, walking me backwards until my bare skin pressed against the cold surface of the wall behind me. I hissed and pushed my breasts forward, but my body was met with a wall of muscle. Trapped in the most enticing way. No fear, only need. His palms landed flat against the wall above my head and I struggled to breathe. I wanted more, so much more. One simple touch and I was under his spell. My jaw went slack, my heart beating loudly in my chest with the truth I would no longer deny.

     He leaned in and covered my lips with his own. It wasn’t soft and gentle. It was powerful and possessive like the man delivering it and it undid me. Soft, firm lips moved against mine, teasing and claiming my mouth as his own. He pulled back and pinned me with his heated stare. His eyes raking over me from head to toe.

     “Trench, maybe we shouldn’t,” I managed a weak whisper, a subconscious last attempt to convince myself and Trench that we were entering dangerous territory, that I was hardwired to make one huge ass mistake after another.

     “Stop overthinking this, Tori. You can lie to yourself, baby, but you can’t lie to me. These gorgeous eyes,” he placed a kiss on the corner of each one as he drew out the words, “give you away. And right now, they look hungry.”

     Trench wasn’t wrong, except I was more than hungry. I was fucking starved. One unforgettable kiss from him was all it took to have me pressing my thighs together as I stared back. He dropped his gaze to admire my body once more before his fingers stopped on the button of my jean shorts. Silently, his face searched mine for approval. I nodded, letting Trench take control of my pleasure. That was all the encouragement he needed before he helped me shimmy them down. I stepped out of the material and Trench was quick to kick them away.     

     Eyes like aged-whiskey danced across my exposed skin, left standing in front of him in nothing more than a lacy bra and panties. A thought that should have frightened me, but instead sent a shiver through me. He licked his lips and smirked in that sexy way that was all-Trench, sending yet another pulse of wet heat below. He leaned forward, running the tip of his tongue from my shoulder to my earlobe in one slow, tortuous motion that had me melting into his front and craning my neck to give him better access. When he blew cool air over the already sensitive skin, I trembled.

     For months, I’d been reduced to watching over my shoulder, jumping at the faintest sounds in the middle of the night, and avoiding people. With one ride, Trench opened Pandora’s box, feelings that had been buried deep inside and seemingly lost a long time ago. He made me feel safe.

     I feared the moment would pass. It would be fleeting, but so help me, I wanted to own it now, so later, when things were bad again, I could recall this time with Trench. The few minutes I allowed myself to enjoy the touch of a man.

     He pulled back, shaking the cut off his shoulders and dropping it on the dresser before reaching behind his back and removing his shirt in one swift motion. I bit my bottom lip concentrating on his well-trained body. I could no longer resist the need to touch him. Reaching out, I guided the tip of my fingernail down the expanse of his chest and over the defined ridges of his abdominal muscles, loving how they jumped and flexed in response to my touch. My touch affected him. I went lower still, my fingers dancing along the upper most outline of the matching nautical stars above his belt. 

     “Are you sure this is what you want?” His voice was husky and raw. “I’m in control right now, but you’re seriously testing my limits, babe.” His hand circled my wrist to still my exploration. I looked in his eyes and met them with a challenge of my own.

     “Positive. Do you think you’re the only one of us who needs rel-?”

     His lips were on mine again before the last syllable left my mouth. Trench’s hands ran down my back and squeezed almost painfully around my ass while he lifted me up, holding me underneath my thighs. There was no more thinking, just doing. My legs wrapped around his waist and locked behind his back, pulling us together and making me hyper aware of how much he wanted me back. I moaned into our kiss. Yes, this was what I needed. What I craved. I rolled my hips trying to get closer.

     Trench walked us to the bed and carefully dropped me at the end, effectively ending the kiss. As I bounced atop the mattress, I watched him work on the buckle of his belt, stoking the fire inside me that threatened to consume every bit of oxygen left in my needy body. His button and zipper were next, revealing the nautical stars hidden beneath.  

     “Lose the bra, beautiful. I want to look at you.”

     I bit my bottom lip, nervous for him to see the hidden scars on my body from years of abuse. He wouldn’t judge me, would he? He saw my hesitation, but I shook it off and took the risk, leaning up to unclasp the straps in the back. When I pulled it down my arms his eyes widened a fraction, his lust glistening at the tip of his hardened length. I hadn’t noticed he was commando beneath his jeans, but I tucked that information away for the future. Instead of disgust and shock at the small jagged lines across my breasts, Trench looked at me with appreciation and pure male desire.

     “You’re perfect.”

     Trench pushed his pants the rest of the way off before crawling on the bed and covering my body with his own. His mouth peppered delicate kisses around my budded peaks, taking his time with each swipe of his tongue. My hips rose in response, seeking his friction.

     “I want to fucking worship every part of you, sweetheart, but right now I just need to be inside you. Are you okay with that?” I heard his self-control slipping and it did things to me. Made me hunger for him.

     I nodded my consent, not missing the fact that he’d been asking for permission all along, giving me control over the pace. I watched as he shuffled off the bed and reached for his jeans, producing a condom, and making quick work to roll it over his incredible size.

     “These look great on you and they’ve been teasing me since you first laid next to me, but they have to go now.” Trench leaned down, placing his nose firmly against my sex and inhaling deeply. I whimpered with need. “You smell so fucking good.” He placed a light kiss between the apex of my thighs and ripped the lacy material to shreds.

      “Ready, babe?”

      “So ready,” I squirmed and ran my hands across the backs of his shoulders as he lowered himself over me and pushed inside.

      I nearly came undone, bucking underneath him and grinding in time with his movements. When his thumb reached between us, applying the slightest pressure to my oversensitive nub, I exploded around him. His name a prayer on my lips.

     “That’s my girl. Feel good?”

     “God, yes. So fucking good.”

     When I opened my eyes, Trench was staring back and the grin on his face was priceless. I was his, and as he groaned through his own release, calling my name back, I knew he was mine too.