“Should I be scared?”
“Yes,” I said instantly, smug and soft at once. “Very.”
He laughed and kissed me again, more urgently now. In a way that told me he was no longer thinking of me as someone’s sister but as a woman he wanted in his arms, in his life.
His hands found the hem of the T-shirt he’d only just helped me into. He pulled back to look at me and the expression on his face almost unraveled me. His brow was drawn, but not with worry, with intensity, like he was on a mission.
“Do it.” I cupped his jaw, my thumb brushing over the stubble that had grown in during the last few chaotic days. His eyes fluttered shut at the contact, his exhale soft and shaky.
“Look at me,” I whispered.
His eyes opened immediately and the heat there, the tenderness and the want, hit me like a wave. “This is all I ever wanted from you. To let go. To be with me.”
“I’m sorry I kept you waiting.” A spark lit behind his eyes and he tightened his grip on my shirt. He pulled it over my head and dropped it on the floor. “You’re not allowed to judge me by my performance today, by the way.”
I reached for the shirt he’d changed into, quickly lifting it and letting my gaze drop to his insanely chiseled abs as I tossed it down next to mine. “I’m totally judging you. Every second. It’s not my fault you’ve been going without.”
Soft laughter rumbled out of him, but finally, he let his gaze drop too. I’d taken off my wet bra earlier, which meant my torso was completely bare in front of him, and even though he’d seen me naked last night too, he let himself really look today in a way he hadn’t then.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” he groaned, bringing one hand to my jaw and his mouth to my lips. “So much better than I ever imagined. Not that I’ve imagined it, obviously.”
I slid my hands up and down the ropes of strong muscle in his back. “You haven’t? I have.”
The tops of his cheeks flushed and I felt another shiver shoot through him. “Really?”
“Really,” I admitted, holding his eyes as I let my fingertips trail into the waistband of his sweats. “Then again, I never thought you were breakable.”
His jaw tensed beneath my palm. “I’ve never thought that about you either.”
“Then why have you been acting like you’ll crack me open just by touching me?”
His breath left him in a harsh, almost pained huff. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
“So tell me. Or better yet, show me.”
He laughed, the sound low and disbelieving, like I’d just knocked the wind out of him in the best possible way. “Fuck, you really are trouble, Charlotte Shepard.”
I trembled a little at hearing my new name on his lips. “Mm-hmm, but you’re stuck with me now, husband.”
His answering growl was soft and playful, but so real that it sent a shudder down my spine. He kissed me again, completely wild and unrestrained. The world outside, the storm, the danger, and the uncertainty all faded into nothing. All that existed was him, the warmth of his chest, the steady strength of his arms, and the way he finally let me all the way in. I kissed him back with everything I had.
When he broke the kiss, it was only for a few seconds to open the couch that turned out to be a soft bed. All the bedding for it was still on the shelf, but neither of us had the patience to get it right now.
He pushed me down on it, not gently, but not quite as rough as the look in his eyes suggested he was feeling right now either. As I scooted back, he stayed where he was. His hands dropped to his sweats and his eyes burned into mine.
“I lied,” he said as he pushed the sweats down, revealing an erection that confirmed what I’d thought. He really was big everywhere, neatly trimmed with his cock curving hard and proud toward his belly button, a drop of wetness glistening on his tip. “I have imagined it. I’ve thought about being inside you in every position known to man and a few people haven’t even come up with yet.”
All the oxygen got trapped in my lungs. My heart pounded so hard, it hurt as I watched him wrap his long fingers around his shaft. “Thisis what you do to me. You’ve got me jerking off in the shower at all hours like I’m fifteen again. Getting hard at breakfast. Shooting tequila just so I’d be too shit-faced to be tempted when I got back to our hotel room.”
“That’swhy you were drinking that night?” Heat bloomed all the way through me. “Seriously?”
He let out a bark of harsh laughter. “We were going to be sharing a bed for the first time, Charlotte.”
He started stroking himself lazily, his hand sliding up and down the long length of his cock as he tugged his lower lip into his mouth. Just the sight of him like that, his chin held high and his muscles rippling while he had his cock in his fist was enough to make me moan.
“Does that answer your questions?” he rasped out, smoothing some of the wetness over his tip. “Or was there something else you wanted to know?”
I shook my head back and forth slowly and Trent smirked, letting go of himself to stride over to the nearest shelf. My heart was pulsing in my throat, but as I watched, he grabbed a sheet, a blanket, and a box of condoms.
