Chapter 6
When Brit’s world stopped spinning, she checked on how Trent was doing. She couldn’t see his face very well, but he looked like he was smiling. “You didn’t come.”
“No, ma’am. I did not.”
Definitely smiling. She heard it in his voice, along with a cockiness that revved her engines. “I thought for sure you would.”
“I held off.” He slid his hands under her backside and squeezed gently. “I’m thinking you might need another one.”
“I just might.” Her palms registered his rapid heartbeat. He wasn’t as calm as he sounded.
Clearly he’d worked on his staying power, which indicated he cared about pleasing his partner. Good sign. She’d take him up on his offer of a second helping, but this time she’d coax him to join her. Mutual orgasms were more fun.
She began to slowly pump her hips. “How’s that?”
He swallowed. “Very nice.”
“Just nice?”
“Better than nice.”
“I should hope so.” The first round had ended so soon that his endowments hadn’t truly registered.
Now that she was taking the measure of the man, so to speak, nice didn’t begin to cover what he brought to the party. Judging from how fast he was breathing, he liked how she was treating his bad boy.
The intense friction worked so well she couldn’t help speeding up the action. Oh, yeah. Hell, yeah.
The rasp of his breathing quickened and his fingers dug into her tush with an urgency that had been missing earlier.
She took it up another notch. “Gonna come this time?”
“Could be.” His voice was thick with tension.
“Go for it.” The guy had denied himself female companionship for months. He needed this as much as she did. She put on the afterburners. Ah, yes… there, right there.
At the moment of her release, he surged upward, meeting her downward thrust with a deep-throated growl. His big body went rigid and then shuddered as he came with a gratifyingly loud yell. Mission accomplished.
As her breathing slowed, she leaned down and feathered a kiss over his lips. “Better, now?”
“Much.” Stroking her back, he let out a long, contented sigh. “Hope I didn’t wake your neighbors.”
“No worries. I have solid walls and double-paned windows. I’m glad you let go.”
“Like I had a choice. You have moves, lady.”
“I try.” Giving him one more quick kiss, she slowly eased away from him and stretched out on her back. “That felt great.”
“Now comes the challenging part.” He sat up. “Where’s?—”
“The door’s about six steps away.”
“I see it. But I could use some more light.”
“You bet.” Rolling to her side, she reached for the lamp on the nightstand and switched it on.
“Thanks.”
“Welcome.” She turned back and was treated to a stunning view of broad shoulders, tight buns and muscled thighs as he headed toward the bathroom. Her fantasy had come to life and it was so much better than what she’d created in her head.
Making love in the dark had been her choice, but her first glimpse of Trent Armstrong naked showed her the error of her ways. “Mind if I leave the light on?”
“I wish you would.” He flipped the wall switch in the bathroom. “I’m a visual guy.”
“Most men are. But since we don’t really know each other, I thought having sex in the dark would keep it from being awkward.”
He ran water in the sink. “Did you feel awkward?”
She laughed. “Can’t say I did. How about you?”
“I didn’t have time to feel awkward. I was too busy making sure I didn’t come in the first ten seconds.”
“That was generous of you, by the way.”
“I have my standards.” He turned off the water. “Is it okay if I use one of your towels?”
“Of course.” She propped a couple of pillows against the headboard and leaned against them. “Use anything you want. In fact, I’m shirking my hostess duties. Can I get you something?”
He chuckled. “I think you just did.”
“Seriously.” She sat up, swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood. “I have beer, wine, snacks, water, lemonade, orange jui?—”
“Maybe water.” He walked out of the bathroom. “I…” He paused, sucked in a breath.
She did the same. Wowza.
“Forget the water.” He started toward the bed. “I’m so glad you turned on the light.”
“Me, too.” That was putting it mildly. Sex in the dark with this guy? What had she been thinking? She’d hit the jackpot tonight.
“My imagination didn’t do you justice.”
“I know the feeling.” With great effort, she tore her attention away from his considerable endowments and took the journey upward slowly, lingering on his six-pack abs and his broad, lightly furred chest. By the time she looked into his brown eyes, they were sparkling with amusement.
“Finished?”
“No, but I don’t want to be rude.”
He grinned. “My ego thanks you.”
“My hoo-ha thanks you. Am I really the first woman in Wagon Train to get a full frontal?”
“Yes.”
“It seems a shame. You were built for pleasure.”
“That’s what got me into trouble.”
“Tonight it won’t. You have my word.”
“I believe you.” His gaze heated. “Climb in and stretch out for me. I want to get to know you better.”
Pulse racing, she obliged. Since he hadn’t asked for another condom, clearly he had an alternative in mind.
Sliding in, he rolled to his side facing her, his head propped on his hand. Slowly he trailed a finger down the side of her cheek. “For one thing, I don’t know your last name.”
“You don’t?” That startled her.
“I’ve only heard Brit.”
Then again, he hadn’t lived here long. “My last name is Powers. And I’m Brittany, with three syllables, but everyone calls me?—”
“Brit. I know.” Smiling, he looked into her eyes. “I happen to like Brittany. With three syllables.”
She flushed. “So do I.”
“It’s beautiful, like you.” He leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead as he murmured her name.
Ahhh. She hadn’t counted on being charmed, but it was her birthday. She’d take it.
His breath was warm on her face as he kissed her eyelids, then her cheeks, and finally claimed her mouth. She opened to him, hungry for all the stored up passion he had to offer.
While ravishing her mouth, he explored her body with a light touch, teasing her nipples, brushing her thighs, making silent promises of more delights in store. And then he dialed it up.
His lips and tongue followed the path of his knowing hands, seeking out every sensitive inch of her body, arousing her to a fever pitch. When she began to moan and whimper, he slid down and wedged his shoulders between her thighs.
Speaking her name softly, reverently, he bestowed the most intimate kiss of all. And drove her right out of her mind.