CHAPTER FIVE
Trent
The supply delivery took forty-five minutes and felt like forty-five years.
My cock had a better sense of time than my watch at this point. It’d been standing at attention the whole damn time as if we were on a military countdown to detonation.
I signed for the parts and supplies, made small talk with the driver, and managed to act like a normal human being while my entire body was on fucking fire thinking about Abby waiting for me.
About the way she’d felt pressed against me, the little sounds she’d made when I’d kissed her neck, the way she’d wrapped her legs around my waist like she couldn’t get close enough.
Those sounds… fuck. I wanted to make her groan them against my mouth every night until fall gave way to snow.
By the time the truck disappeared down the driveway, I was wound tighter than a spring and done pretending this was just about wanting her. This was about needing her, about something deeper and more dangerous than simple attraction.
I found her exactly where I’d left her, sitting on the workbench, looking like she’d been thinking as hard as I had. Her hair was still mussed from my hands, her lips still swollen from my mouth, and the sight of her hit me hard.
“That took forever,” she said, and there was something breathless in her voice that made my dick throb behind the zipper of my jeans.
“Forty-three minutes,” I said, because I’d been counting every damn second.
“You timed it?”
“Damn right, I did.” I moved closer.
She swallowed hard. “And what were you thinking about during all those seconds?”
“You. On this workbench. Under me. Naked and begging.”
Her eyes went wide, her breath hitching. “Trent...”
“Come home with me.” I stepped between her legs and took her thighs in my hands, wrapping them around me. I pressed against her, letting her feel my hard cock. “Let me take you to my bed and do this right.”
“Your bed?” she repeated, and I could see the want warring with uncertainty in her expression.
“My bed. Where I can take my time with you, where I can worship every inch of you the way you deserve.” I reached up and traced the line of her jaw with my thumb.
“Where I can drag my mouth down your body so slowly it drives you insane. Where I can make you fall apart over and over again until all you know is how good it feels to be mine.”
She shivered at my words, her hands coming up to rest against my chest. “That’s a very tempting offer.”
“Say yes,” I said, leaning down until my lips were almost touching hers. “Say yes and let me show you exactly how much I want you.”
“Yes,” she breathed against my mouth. “Oh, yes.”
I kissed her then, hard and possessive, claiming her mouth like I was going to claim the rest of her. She melted against me immediately, her arms going around my neck, and hell if that didn’t feel like coming home in the middle of a thunderstorm. Safe and electric all at once.
“Come on,” I said, taking her hand. “Before I change my mind about doing this properly.” Because if I didn’t get her out of here fast, we’d be doing round one with her bent over the damn workbench and I wouldn’t be sorry.
The drive to my house was the longest of my life.
Abby sat in the passenger seat of my truck.
Every time I glanced over at her, I could see the way she was biting her bottom lip, the way her hands were clasped tightly in her lap like she was trying to keep from reaching for me.
I wanted those hands on me—digging into my shoulders, clawing down my back, tugging at my hair while I buried myself inside her.
I shifted in my seat and bit down a groan.
My jeans were one wrong breath away from becoming a safety hazard.
By the time I pulled into my driveway, my hands were shaking from the effort of keeping them on the steering wheel.
“Your house is beautiful,” she said as we got out of the truck, but I was already moving toward her, backing her up against the passenger door. The house could’ve been on fire, and I wouldn’t have noticed. Not with her standing there like that. Want in her eyes. Need making her body shake.
“I don’t want to talk about the house.” I caged her in against the car. “I want to talk about how fucking gorgeous you look right now.”
“Trent,” she whispered, but it came out like a plea. I growled low in my throat. The sound surprised even me. She looked at me like I’d just set her nerves on fire. Fuck, this woman was going to ruin me. And I was going to let her. Hell, I was going to thank her for it.
“I want to talk about how I’ve been imagining getting you out of your clothes since you changed into my shirt.” I leaned down and pressed my mouth to her neck, feeling her pulse race under my lips. “I want to talk about all the things I’m going to do to you once I get you inside.”
“Then stop talking,” she said, and pulled my mouth down to hers.
This kiss was different from the ones before—hungrier, more desperate, like we both knew we were crossing a line we wouldn’t uncross.
Her mouth was hot and willing under mine, and when she moaned low in her throat, it scraped every rational thought out of my brain.
I needed her naked. Now. Preferably yesterday.
Her hands fisted in my shirt, pulling me closer, and when she bit down gently on my bottom lip, I groaned against her mouth.
“Inside,” I managed, because if we didn’t move soon, I was going to take her right here in my driveway. “Now.”
The neighbors didn’t need to see me stripping the sweetest, sassiest teacher in Lone Mountain down to nothing but a moan and a heartbeat. But fuck if I wasn’t tempted.
I swept her up in my arms, and she let out a surprised laugh. The sound curled down my spine and settled low. She was light in my arms, but she felt like gravity itself—pulling me under, anchoring me in all the ways that scared the hell out of me.
“Trent! I can walk, you know.”
“Not fast enough,” I said, carrying her up the front steps and through the door. “And I like having you in my arms.”
“But—”
“No buts,” I said, taking the stairs two at a time. “I’m carrying you to my bed, and you’re going to let me.” I wanted her to know she didn’t have to take care of a damn thing right now—just feel, just let go. I’d take care of her. Over and over again.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, her mouth finding mine as I navigated the hallway. “Bossy,” she murmured against my lips.
“You have no idea,” I said, and kicked open my bedroom door. If she thought I was bossy now, wait until she found out I also had a filthy mouth and zero patience when it came to undressing her.
My bedroom was dark and cool and when I placed her on her feet, we both went very still. The air snapped tight with tension. With need. I wanted to devour her. But I also wanted to take my time. Worship. Ruin. Repeat.
“No going back after this.” I forced the words out, knowing I needed to give her time to rethink her choice. Even if it was killing me.
“I don’t want to go back.” Her voice was steady, but her eyes—those eyes—held the kind of heat that made my blood burn and my restraint fray at the edges. “Do you?”
“No.” That was the only answer I was capable of giving her. I grasped the hem of her shirt. “Lift.”
She did so, laughing as I tugged the shirt over her head and threw it across the room.
“Shoes,” I demanded. She giggled and kicked them off. I didn’t waste any time and reached for the waistband of her pants. I knelt as I pulled them off. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”
I gripped her hips, leaning forward and burying my nose at the juncture of her thighs.
“Trent?” she gasped my name, her fingertips pressing against my scalp.
“You smell like heaven,” I breathed against her. “Are you wet for me, baby?”
Her thighs trembled against my jaw. “Let me find out,” I growled, dragging my tongue over the silk of her panties. She groaned my name, and I did it again. I wanted to stay there and feast on her, but I wanted her naked too.
I stood up, unbuttoning my shirt. Her eyes darken as she took in my chest, my shoulders, the way my muscles tensed under her touch. Her hands were soft and warm as she explored, fingernails scraping lightly over my skin in a way that made me hiss.
I slammed my mouth over hers, walked her backward until her legs hit the bed. She sat down hard, looking up at me with eyes that were dark with anticipation.
“Lie back.”
She did as I asked, scooting back until she was in the center of my bed, her dark hair spread across my pillows like silk. The sight of her there—in my bed, in my space, looking at me like she trusted me completely—nearly brought me to my knees.
I climbed onto the bed beside her, propping myself up on one elbow so I could look down at her.
“Beautiful,” I said, tracing the curve of her collarbone with one finger. “So, fucking beautiful.”
She arched into my touch, her breath coming faster as I moved my hand lower, drawing circles just above where she needed me most. Teasing her. Watching her unravel.
“You want it sweet, or you want it dirty?” I asked.
“Can’t I have both?” she whispered, voice shaking.
“Oh, Abby, you’re about to get the kind of fucking they write songs about and put warning labels on.
” I reached behind her and unhooked her bra, pulling it away.
And then she was bare from the waist up.
I pressed my mouth to the top swell of her breast before placing a trail of kissed down to her nipple.
I licked it, bunching the soft flesh of her breast in my hand.
I devoured her with my mouth, my tongue, my teeth, until her back was arching off the mattress.
“So damn sensitive,” I murmured before working my way down her body. “That’s going to make this even more fun, baby.”
“Trent,” she panted, and I could hear the desperation in her voice. “Please.”
That voice. I could’ve come just from the sound of it. I pressed kisses to her ribs, her stomach, the sensitive spot just below her navel that made her gasp and shy away at the same time. “Easy, baby.”
Then I was pulling her panties off, burying my face between her thighs.
“Trent...”
“Let me,” I breathed as I eased her legs apart, holding them open with my shoulders. She was completely exposed to me, all pretty and pink. “Let me worship you the way you deserve.” I ran my nose along her inner thigh. “I’m going to have you dripping down my chin like cider from the first press.”
Her response was a deep moan.
I settled between her thighs, and the first taste of her undid me completely. I ground my cock against the mattress, trying not to come. She was sweet and hot and when I used my tongue to find that sensitive bundle of nerves, she cried out and fisted her hands in the sheets.
“Oh God,” she gasped, her hips lifting against my mouth. “Trent, that’s—”
I barely heard what she said, too focused on the way she tasted, the way she responded to every touch.
I ran my tongue up her center, then lingered on the swollen bud at the top.
I couldn’t prevent nipping it a little, much as I’d done her nipples.
I had to place my arm over her stomach to hold her in place.
“You like that, don’t you, Abby? You like my tongue on you? My teeth?” I drilled my tongue deep into her hole, making her cry out even louder. I licked away her sweetness before moving back to the sensitive bud. I needed her to come because I was ready to explode.
I pushed two fingers inside her and groaned at the tightness.
I licked, I sucked. I fucked her with my fingers.
Her hips started arching, her body started trembling and I knew she was near.
I doubled my efforts, even though I could have stayed there for hours, listening to her gasp my name.
I needed her to come so I could take her.
When she came apart against my mouth, I worked her through it until it was over.
“Holy hell,” she breathed, but I was already moving off the bed, stripping off my remaining clothes. I settled between her thighs, hitching one of her legs around my waist.
“Ready, baby?”
“I’ve been ready since the moment I looked up and saw you scowling at me,” she said, and pulled my mouth down to hers.
“Is that a fact?”
“Yes. Want to know another one?”
“What, baby?”
“You’re not nearly as grumpy as you pretend to be.”
I grinned against her mouth. “Don’t spread that around. I’ve got a reputation to maintain.”
Then I was pushing inside her, barely giving her time to adjust to my size before I was completely seated—and finding myself in heaven. “Fuck,” I breathed against her mouth.
“That’s the idea,” she said, rolling her hips experimentally and making us both groan.
I started to move then, slow and deep, setting a rhythm that had her gasping and arching beneath me. She met every thrust, her nails digging into my shoulders, her mouth finding mine again and again.
“Harder,” she said against my ear, and the word went straight to my cock.
I gave her what she wanted, what we both needed, and the sound she made—part moan, part cry—nearly sent me over the edge right there.
“That’s it,” I said when she found a rhythm that had her eyes rolling back. “Just like that, beautiful.”
“Trent,” she panted, and I could feel her starting to tighten around me again.
“Let go,” I said, increasing my pace and riding her harder. “That’s it. Come on my cock, Abby. Let me feel you fall apart for me.”
When she shattered in my arms for the second time, I went over the edge with her a heartbeat later. I barely managed to keep my weight from crushing her as my release roared through my body.
“Well, that was…” She smiled up at me. “You know I can’t feel my legs now, don’t you?”
“You just got cider-kissed by the mountain man, sweetheart. Side effects include memory loss, jelly legs, and complete addiction.”
She slapped me on my chest, and I kissed her, hard and deep, before rolling to my side and taking her with me.
We lay there in comfortable silence, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my chest. Outside, I could hear the distant sound of wind through the apple trees, but inside, there was just us and the steady rhythm of our breathing.
“Trent?” she said softly.
“Mmm?”
“I don’t want to go home tonight.”
The words hit me right in the chest, and I tightened my arms around her. “Good,” I said. “Because I wasn’t planning on letting you.”
She smiled against my skin, and I felt something settle inside me, something that had been restless and searching for longer than I cared to admit.
This was right. She was right. And for the first time in my life, I wasn’t going to let fear make me push away something good. I pulled her beneath, already hard again.
“Insatiable,” she laughed.
“You complaining?” I asked as I bumped against her, her wet heat welcoming me inside again.
“Never.” She pulled my head down, kissing me like she couldn’t get enough. Just like me.