“Yes,” she cuts me off firmly. “I agree that we should try to get comfortable with each other… physically.”
Her words shock me. Not just that she saw where I was going with this, but her agreement that we should try.
“It doesn’t mean we have to have sex,” I say, trying to keep my voice even. “But if we just—”
“What am I, unfuckable?” Trina says with a gruff little laugh.
“I just mean—”
“I know what you meant,” she says. “And I completely understand. I just want you to know, this doesn’t change anything for me. I’m still going to want my life back once we find a solution to help your people. I’m just trying to make that happen, okay?”
Why does it sound like she’s lying through her teeth?
Trina smiles, a shy, small smile that is so sweet and cute, it hits me like a kick in the gut. She bats her eyelashes and looks up at me, squeezing my hand again. I can hear my own breathing getting heavy as I stand utterly still, hoping that I don’t hurl her against the wall and fuck the daylights out of her.
Trina takes a little step closer and raises her free hand to run her fingers across my chest. Her other hand stays tightly wrapped in mine as she tilts her head back and gets up on her toes, using my shoulder for balance.
I cup her jaw gently with my free hand, lowering my face to hers. She closes her eyes at the last moment, and as our lips touch, a powerful shock sweeps through me, a rushing wave of heat that steals my breath. My control falters, and I grab her arms, pulling her against me as I kiss her even more deeply, losing myself in the taste and scent of her.
Chapter 10 - Trina
When Owen’s lips touch mine, a powerful wave of fire explodes deep in my core, rushing through my blood to every inch of my skin. My nipples burn, and an ache throbs inside me, so intense that it hurts.
A tiny moan rises in my throat and escapes my lips, and Owen grabs my upper arms to pull me tighter, his mouth muffling my voice. When I feel his hard body press against me, I almost pull away, but at the last second, my control breaks and I wrap my arms around his waist, squirming against him as I reach up to return the kiss.
I’m weak… oh, God, I’m so weak. I’m powerless before this man.
One last small part of me fights against the crashing waves of lust that are pounding through me, but as Owen’s arms wrap around me and run down my back, it crumbles like a sea wall in an approaching hurricane.
For a few moments, I’m nothing but sensation. His hard body against mine, the warmth almost burning me through our clothes. His hot, slick lips and the firm grip of his hands taking over my senses.
Just as I’m about to lose control, Owen carefully raises his hands to my shoulders and pulls back, putting space between our bodies. My skin seems to scream in protest, and a little whimper of need slips out of my lips as I cling to him, trying to join our bodies together again.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I nod, too breathless for words as I look up into his eyes. In the dark hallway, they glow like emeralds set in stone.Deep, crystal prisms glinting with shadows and banishing light. Captivated, I move towards him, reaching up to brush his dark brown hair off his forehead.
“Should we go to the living room?” he asks.
Still lost for words, I just take his hand and let him lead me down the hall. We sit down on the couch and face each other, with Owen still holding my hand. I run my fingers across his forehead again, enjoying the silky feel of his long hair.
Owen teases his thumb across my palm, and even that light touch sends shivers of pleasure running down my spine. I feel so light and happy in that moment that a smile of genuine warmth spreads across my face as all my worries fall away.
“I want to make sure you’re comfortable,” Owen says. “Let’s take this nice and slow.”
I tighten my fingers on his and slide my hand down to his neck as I inch closer, pulling his head down to me and reaching up with my lips. Owen bends down, and the second our mouths touch, white-hot fire pours through me again, making me ache inside so intensely that I can’t stay still.
With a little moan of frustration, I grab Owen’s shoulders and climb into his lap, pushing him back against the couch. He loosely puts his hands on my hips, letting me grip his thighs with my knees as I take control, diving into his mouth with my tongue and losing myself in his kiss.
This feels so good… It’s been so long since I was this happy.
The random thought threatens to break the mood, but I refuse to let it take over. I dig my fingers into Owen’s shoulders and grind downwards with my hips, putting pressure on my clit.The friction sends shockwaves through me, making me cry out as I cling to him and thrust against him.
Owen lightly runs his hands up my back, and the soft touch of his fingers thrills me, sending rivers of goosebumps across my skin. The tingling lines race through me, making my nipples hard and my pussy throb.
When he slides his hands down to my ass and squeezes gently, a jolt runs through me, and I throw my head back, still clinging to his shoulders as I put space between us. My arousal has dulled slightly, and a faint tingle of anxiety lingers in my mind.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “Did I go too far? You were enjoying yourself, and I just—”
