“I’m still not sure how you managed it without Allister castrating you.I thought he was going to kill you that night.”
Trent choked on a laugh.“So did I.”
“For what it’s worth, I’m glad he didn’t.”
“You and me both.”
Try as he might, Trent couldn’t concentrate on anything all day.His mind only seemed to be able to focus on Samantha.He wanted to be with her.Wanted to hear her laugh… and moan.Wanted to touch her and hold her and make love to her.
Halfway through the afternoon, Brennan stopped in the middle of whatever he was talking about and snapped his fingers in front of Trent’s face.
“Go home.You don’t need to be here.”
Trent shook himself.“I’m sorry.I’m listening.”
“You’re not listening, or you’d know that I said go home.Your mind is already there anyway.”
“No.I apologize.I’ll do better.”
Brennan chuckled.“You might as well take advantage of this while I’m here.I have this well in hand.I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you.Go.Home.”
Only a fool would continue to argue.“Thank you.”
After looking everywhere else, Trent finally found Samantha in the library.The smile he was greeted with confirmed that coming home was the right choice.
“What are you doing here?”she asked.
He shrugged.“Thoughts of you made it impossible for me to concentrate, so Brennan sent me home.”
She slid the book she was holding back onto the shelf.“What kind of thoughts?”
He took her hands in his.“If you come with me to the bedroom, I’ll show you.”
“Why not show me here?”
He looked around the wide-open room.“We can’t get naked here.”
She laughed.“We don’t need to get naked.Close the door.”
He didn’t move right away, still not fully understanding.
“I thought you said you trust me.”
He closed his mouth and pushed the door shut.“I want to taste you.How do I do that?”
“Trent Gibson, aren’t you even going to kiss me first?”
“Is that not kissing?”
Pink flooded her cheeks and he laughed before pulling her in and claiming her mouth.“For the record,” he said between kisses, “I love tasting your mouth too.”
“You know, you haven’t let me taste you yet.”She brushed her fingers over the front of his trousers.
He looked into her eyes.“I don’t…” He paused, not quite sure how to speak his thoughts.“I don’t want you to do that.At least not yet.”The thought of her on her knees pleasuring him, although tempting in many ways, just didn’t feel right.“Does that bother you?”
She shook her head.“No, but it makes me feel selfish to just keep taking.”
“You must be joking.”He pulled her against him.“Do you know what it does to me when I taste you?”He squeezed her bottom.“When I feel you and hear my name called from your lips when pleasure overcomes you?”He groaned just thinking about it.“How do we do this with our clothes on?Because I want you.”
