Trent pulled me close again,his mouth finding mine with renewed urgency. I tugged his shirt up, my hands exploring the warm skin of his back, kneading the hard muscle beneath my fingers. He hissed when I accidentally bumped his shoulder.
“Sorry,” I murmured.
“Don’t care.” He caught my bottom lip between his teeth, sending a sharp bolt of pleasure through me. His right hand slid under my shirt, fingers splaying across my ribs, thumb brushing the underside of my breast.
I fumbled with his belt, fingers clumsy with need. We’d been interrupted at the motel before I could really see him, before I could touch him properly. The memory of his weight on me, of how close I’d been to coming apart beneath him before the window shattered, made me desperate to finish what we’d started. My fingers closed around his thick cock through the opening of his jeans, and I gasped at the heat of him, the rigid length filling my palm.
“Fuck,” he growled, his hips jerking forward involuntarily.
In one swift movement, he spun us around and pressed me against the wall, his good arm braced beside my head, his body caging mine. His eyes were almost black in the dim light, pupils blown wide with desire.
“Do you have any idea how many times I’ve thought about this?” he asked, his voice dropping to a dangerous rumble that vibrated through me. “How many nights I’ve lain awake remembering the taste of you?”
He grabbed my wrists with his right hand, pinning them above my head. The sudden assertion of control sent a jolt of heat straight to my core. This was a different Trent than the one at the motel—more deliberate, less frantic. His mouth claimed mine in a bruising kiss that left no doubt who was in charge.
“I need you,” I whispered against his lips.
“You’ll have me,” he promised, “but on my terms this time.”
He released my wrists only to grip the hem of my shirt, tugging it up and over my head in one smooth motion. The cool air of the cabin pebbled my bare nipples, and I shivered as his heated gaze traveled over me.
“Perfect,” he murmured. “Absolutely fucking perfect.”
His hand cupped my breast, thumb brushing over the sensitive peak until I arched into his touch, desperate for more. Then his mouth replaced his fingers, hot and wet as he sucked my nipple between his teeth, applying just enough pressure to make me gasp.
“Trent,” I moaned, my fingers tangling in his short hair.
“Quiet,” he commanded, lifting his head to look at me. “Sophia’s still asleep. Can you be quiet for me, Evelyn?”
I nodded, biting my lip to stifle another moan as his hand slid down my stomach to the waistband of my jeans. He made quick work of the button and zipper, then pushed them down my hips along with my underwear. I stepped out of them, now completely naked while he remained mostly clothed.
“This isn’t fair,” I whispered, tugging at his shirt.
A slow, predatory smile curved his lips. “Who said anything about fair?”
He backed me toward the narrow bed until my knees hit the edge. With gentle pressure on my shoulders, he guided me down until I was sitting before him. The position put me at eye level with the substantial bulge still confined by his jeans.
“I want to see you,” I said, reaching for his belt again.
This time he let me push his jeans down his powerful thighs. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, the head already glistening. I wrapped my fingers around him, reveling in the way his breath caught.
“Jesus, Evelyn,” he hissed as I leaned forward and wrapped my lips around him.
His hand came up to cup my face, thumb tracing my bottom lip. I opened for him, taking his thumb into my mouth, sucking gently as I continued to stroke him. His eyes darkened further, jaw clenching with restraint.
“That’s enough,” he said roughly, pulling his thumb away. “Lie back.”
I obeyed, scooting back on the narrow mattress as he kicked off his boots and jeans, finally as naked as I was. The bed dipped under his weight as he knelt between my spread thighs, his good arm braced beside my head.
“I’ve dreamed about this,” he confessed, his voice low and intimate. “About having you spread out beneath me again. About making you come so hard you forget your own name.”
His words sent liquid heat pooling between my legs. I reached for him, but he caught my wrists again, pinning them above my head.
“No touching,” he ordered. “Not until I say so. Tonight, I’m in control.”
A thrill shot through me at his dominance, so different from his careful restraint earlier. This was Trent unleashed, demanding and confident.
“You like that, don’t you?” he asked, noting my reaction. “You like when I take charge.”
