My mouth dried up when he dropped it all on the foot of the sofa bed, spreading first the sheet and then the blanket over me before he reaching for the box again. I couldn’t look away as hetore off the plastic, then slid one of the foil packages out, bit it open, and rolled the condom slowly over his length.
Heart kicking against my ribs, my gaze followed the movements of his fingers all the way from root to tip. I was so wet, I was pretty sure I was leaving a damp spot on his sweats. My clit pulsed like an avalanche transceiver.
Trent bent over when he was done, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my sweats and tugging them down in one smooth motion, bringing my panties with them. For a second, he just looked me up and down, drinking in every inch of my body before he was on top of me.
“I was being serious before about not wanting to hurt you,” he murmured between searing kisses. “It’s not about being immodest or making excuses. It’s a purely physiological concern. If I could wait, I’d have made sure that you were a little more ready, but?—”
“Trust me, I am,” I whispered, spreading my legs to let him settle between them before I wrapped my ankles around his hips. “You won’t hurt me, but if you do, I’ll tell you.”
His features were tight as the broad tip of his dick nudged at my entrance. He held himself up on his elbows, alternating between kissing me and looking into my eyes as he slowly worked his way inside.
A few times, I nearly had to ask him to slow down. He really was big, but every time it happened, I exhaled and forced myself to relax no matter how crazy my heart was beating. It worked. When he finally bottomed out, he inhaled a shuddering breath and looked into my eyes.
“Charlotte,” he breathed against my mouth, and the way he said my name was so soft, reverent, and undone that it made my chest warm on the inside.
“I’m right here,” I whispered, sliding my fingers into his hair. “I’m right here, Trent.”
“I know.”
He finally started moving then, his thrusts deep and powerful even though I could tell that this still wasn’t him being rough. Sparks flew through me at the drag of his cock against every sensitive part of my body, my muscles tensing as my breathing got choppy.
We didn’t rush. We didn’t need to. The storm outside was loud and uncontained, but between us, everything was slow and deliberate, a building of heat, emotion, and connection that neither of us pulled away from.
Trent’s stomach dipped, his eyebrows drawn tightly together as he slammed his eyes shut. Just knowing he was that close was the last push I needed and I didn’t hold back, too desperate to finally get to feel his release and knowing he wouldn’t let it happen until I had.
The orgasm started someplace deeper than I’d ever experienced before, slowly rolling out from there in exquisite waves of euphoria so intense that it practically made me black out. I clawed at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as I bucked underneath him.
“Fuck,” he roared against my hair, his head buried in the crook my neck when he finally lost it, his hips slamming into me in an absolutely wild burst of motion.
There was nothing even remotely controlled about it and it sent cascading aftershocks through me. When he finally relaxed above me, I smiled against his temple. “That’s it, baby. More of that. Please.”
He groaned on a low, husky laugh. “You’re going to kill me.”
“Maybe, but what a way to go.” I held him as he laughed.
We ended up curled on the couch, breathless and tangled together, the storm shaking the basement like it wanted us to notice it, but we didn’t.
I lay against his chest with his arm around me, his heart beat solid under my cheek. Thunder cracked like it was somehow inside the house and Trent pressed a soft kiss to my forehead. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I whispered. “I’ve never felt better or safer.”
His hand tightened on my hip, subtle but sure. “Good. I want you to feel like that with me.”
“I do,” I said, and it was true in a way that felt bone deep.
With Trent beside me, no more hesitation and no more distance between us, holding me like he’d never let go, I felt invincible. Untouchable. Like not even nature itself would ever be able to tear us apart.
CHAPTER 34
TRENT
Morning came slow, gray, and heavy. The storm had mostly passed, leaving the world soaked and steaming. The air smelled like wet dirt, crushed leaves, and ozone, but honestly, this was my favorite kind of morning.
Everything looked roughed up but fresh and alive, and Charlotte looked like something out of a damn dream against the backdrop of the rain clouds. With one of my sweatshirts drowning her frame and boots on her feet, she stood beside me on the porch, just quietly looking out with me.
I didn’t think I’d ever felt this full in my life. This fulfilled or satisfied. It turned out that surrendering last night had been the best dang thing I’d done for myself—and it wasn’t only because it’d been a whole night of the best sex I’d ever had, either.
We walked out onto the property to survey the storm damage together, with coffee in our free hands and her tucked under my arm because I wasn’t letting her go.
