Kissing the top of her head, he rubbed his hands down her arms and realized she was practically naked and he still hadn’t bandaged her back.
“Not exactly taking the best care of you here, darlin’.You need some covering on your back.Then I can take you home and show you just how much I liked that.”
“Was it… you know… good?”
“Darlin’, it was way better than good.”
“It’s just… well, I’m starting to get it.That I might not be, you know, what he told me I was.And I’d like to try new things.With you… of course.I don’t want you to always treat me like I’m going to break.I want to know what you like.And how you like it.”
Trent grinned.“Are you trying to seduce me with dirty talk, Harper Connelly?Because I like it.”
The soft flush of color that came over her cheeks was one of the cutest things about her.
“You know what I mean,” she said, hitting him in the arm.
“Ow.”He pretended to flinch and laughed as she scowled at him.It was so easy to get a rise out of her.“I do know what you mean.But sometimes, it’s hotter than hell to hear your girl say it.To put in words what she wants from you.What she thinks you can do for her.And I know under that prim and proper schoolmarm thing you’ve got going on, there’s a hot chick with a dirty mouth.”
He brushed his lips over hers a final time, stopping the three words he wanted to say from tumbling out.
Chapter Sixteen
“Ow, ow, ow.”
Trent laughed at the squirming, naked body underneath him.“You know the rules by now.You gotta lube up three times a day.”
It had been a long and painful night for her.He hated pussies who couldn’t take a little bit of pain, but seeing her eyes watering with tears every time she’d rolled onto her back had damn near broken his heart.
Since she hadn’t fallen asleep until the wee hours, he hadn’t had the heart to wake her early.Neither of them had to be at work until noon, so they’d stayed in bed until nine.
It had almost seemed cruel to force her into the shower with antibacterial soap, but Trent had seen the aftermath of tattoos that hadn’t been taken care of properly.
When he’d pulled out the cream, Harper had run from him, although where she thought she was going to go wearing only a tiny pair of gray boy shorts he had no idea.
Pinning her down on the bed by sitting across her butt was the only solution.
“I swear, honey, this will make it feel better.You know that.This is what, your third time?”
“Doesn’t make it any better than the first.It’s almost worse because I know what’s coming.”
He squeezed some of the cream onto his fingertips and rubbed it in gently.
“You know,” he said, leaning forward over her, his arms taking the weight to keep him off her back until he could whisper in her ear.“Speaking of coming, I could probably have taken you like this last night.”
When he’d finally gotten her home from the studio, he’d encouraged her to be on top.If she wanted more from him, he was willing, ready, and able.
“I hate you right now,” she grumbled, but her ass lifted and rubbed against him in disagreement.
“Mmm,” he groaned, “I really like how much you hate me.”
He felt her laugh as her chest vibrated underneath his hands.“Show me how much you like how much I hate you.”Harper’s voice was like silk wrapping around him.
Sliding her underwear down over her ass, he laid a trail of soft kisses along the white unadorned skin.She was starting to get some color elsewhere now that she’d ditched the SPF 100.It was going to look amazing when it was all over.
“Trent Vincent Andrews!”came a voice from inside the condo.
“What was that?”Harper jumped.Trent grimaced.The morning was about to get a lot more entertaining.
“Are you home, sweetheart?”
