15. Trent
TRENT
Watching Natasha raise the partition between us and the driver was the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life.
That was until she turned around, leveling me with a sultry look, her eyelashes fluttering in a way that sent all my blood racing south.
She was summoning me with just a look, and it took everything inside me not to drag her into my lap as we drove through traffic for my penthouse in Greenwich Village.
“Why are you all the way over there?” she asked, patting the space next to her.
Why was I? For a second, I had no damn clue, and I very nearly reached out to pull her into my arms. But I was pretty sure that if I touched her now, I wouldn’t be able to stop.
And for our first time, I wasn’t about to try to maneuver in a cramped backseat when being patient for a few minutes meant I’d have much more room to spread her out.
I cleared my throat. “Because I just want to look at you.”
I heard her sharp intake of breath. She shifted slightly in her seat, the fabric twisting at her waist and tightening over her breasts in a way that had my resolve weakening.
“But why are you looking at me like that?”
“Because I want you to know I’m going to devour you.
I want you to be thinking about it. Imagining it.
Anticipating it,” I said, making a compromise with myself.
We weren’t going to fuck here in the backseat, but that didn’t mean I had to keep my hands entirely to myself.
Moving slowly, controlling the pace, I caught her jaw in my hand and tipped her mouth up to meet mine.
The same searing heat washed through me as the last time I kissed her, setting every nerve on fire and waking the most sensitive parts of me. “I’ve wanted to do that all night.”
“Why didn’t you?” she asked, a little dazed.
“Because every time I kiss you, I just want more. And the kind of more I’m hungry for is best explored behind closed doors with locks on them.
” I kissed her again, and she kissed me back, her hands fisting in my hair, tugging in a way that drove me wild.
It was like she couldn’t get close enough.
I tilted my head and ran my tongue along her lips.
They were so lush and pillowy. When she opened her mouth to me, I pressed my tongue inside, tasting the bite of whiskey on her breath.
Natasha groaned into my mouth, the kiss growing wild and sloppy as she panted against me. My hand skimmed the space where the dress split, inching up the smooth skin of her thigh.
I kept going, a bold thrill shooting through me as she moved into my touch, her chest rising and falling erratically as my fingers finally brushed the edge of her delicate lace underwear.
“Are you wearing something pretty for me?” I asked, my voice husky in her ear. I imagined hooking my finger through her underwear and dragging them down her legs, or better yet, using my teeth to pull them off her.
Natasha let out a breathy little moan, throwing her head back to expose her neck. I latched on to her pulse point, sucking until she was whispering my name repeatedly, rolling her hips against the pressure of my hand between her thighs.
“Are you?” I said again. She made a confused little noise. “Wearing something nice for me?”
She pulled back enough to look me in the eye, then lay her hand over mine. “Why don’t you keep going and find out?”
God! I groaned into her ear, mustering all my self-control as I forced myself to pull back, removing my hand from her thigh, trying to put some space between us.
At least enough to clear my head. Removing the temptation of Natasha would be impossible, but the space would ensure things didn’t get entirely out of hand before we got to my place.
But Natasha’s hand was still buried in my hair. She tugged, rolling her hips toward me. “Don’t stop,” she panted. “You don’t have to stop.”
“I do.”
“Please,” she whispered, the sound so beautifully desperate I wanted to immediately put her out of her misery.
“We’re almost there,” I said, smiling at her.
She groaned in frustration. “Tell the driver to do a couple laps around the block.”
I chuckled. “Is that all it’s going to take?”
“Maybe less,” she said.
“Don’t worry,” I promised. “I’ll make sure you thoroughly enjoy yourself once we’re upstairs.”
“I could enjoy myself here,” she said, squirming against the seat, looking deliciously wanton—her elegant dress and classy make-up contrasted with her kiss-swollen lips and the sheer hunger in her eyes.
“Are you that desperate, Hellcat?” Her breathy little sighs were like music to my ears. It was torture not touching her, but a delicious kind of torture. I knew the anticipation would just make it better in the end.
“Aren’t you?”
I stroked my thumb along her cheekbone. “There’s nothing I want more than you right now.”
Her brow arched, her hand running down my chest to the bulge in my pants. She squeezed lightly, smirking as I jerked against her. “Just making sure.”
“Trust me, I want you to have the full Trent Saunders experience. And I can’t do my best work in the back of a moving vehicle.”
The car came to a stop. Thank fucking God, because I didn’t know if I was going to be able to hold out much longer. Natasha tugged her dress back into place as I pushed the door open, climbing out. I reached back for her hand, helping her out of the car.
“Just so you know, I would have settled for subpar work,” she whispered as she passed me.
“You shouldn’t have to settle for anything,” I growled, staring down at her in the amber glow of the streetlights. She gave a sharp little inhale, shivering in the night’s chill.
“Trent,” she said.
“Yes?” Her eyes sparkled as much as her dress. I couldn’t wait to get it off her.
“Take me upstairs.”
I kissed her hand, then escorted her into my building, past the concierge.
I hustled us into the elevator, hitting the button for the top floor.
As soon as the door closed, Natasha was immediately in my arms, my hands fisting in the fabric of her dress, hiking it up her body.
I didn’t know if we were even going to make it out of the elevator as she started pulling my shirt from my pants.
Natasha turned in my arms, grinding back against my lap. I smoothed my hands over her shoulders and across her collarbones, squeezing her full breasts through the dress. “You’re so sexy,” I growled into her ear.
Natasha’s head fell back against my shoulder, her curls a little wilder than they’d been when I picked her up.
The elevator door finally opened, and we stumbled into the hall, my shirt half untucked from my pants. I kissed her up against my front door, grinding against her as I fumbled with the lock.
When it opened, I caught Natasha before she could fall.
I’d left a couple lamps on. She turned her head long enough to glance around.
The front room was an open concept space with large windows, a massive fireplace, and towering built-in bookshelves.
The best part was the wrap-around balcony that overlooked the city.
Maybe I’d save that for another night when we could be bundled up together. Right now, I wanted Natasha naked.
Very, very naked.
“Nice place,” she whispered, kissing my neck.
“Thanks.”
“Sorta thought it might be bigger.”
I scoffed. “Bigger?”
“Bigger is better, you know.” She bit her lip teasingly.
“I see.” I dropped my hands, grabbing her ass, letting her feel the strength of my erection. “Is that big enough for you?”
“I’ll have to inspect it more closely,” she said.
With a smirk, my hands fell to the button on my pants, then the zipper, tugging them down my waist enough to free my erection. It hung there between us, aching and hard. “See what you do to me?”
Natasha’s lips parted, her eyebrow arching slightly.
I took her hand, guiding it to my cock, basking in the pleasure that rocketed through me as she squeezed once, twice, three times.
“Don’t get carried away,” I warned, threading my hands into her curls as she explored, her thumb bushing over the head of my cock. “I have big plans for you tonight.”
She swallowed hard, her chest heaving, then I tugged slightly on her hair, bringing her face to mine. I caught her in a searing kiss, my tongue slipping past her lips, driving sounds from her she’d be embarrassed about tomorrow.
“Trent,” she whispered, breaking the kiss to squirm against me. When she caught my eye, I could see how desperate she was.
I took control, backing her toward the couch, my pants sagging around my hips. I paused long enough to rifle in the drawer next to the couch for a condom.
“Let me,” Natasha said, taking the wrapper from my hand. She tore it open, rolling the condom onto my cock in one smooth motion.
“You’re good at that.”
She fluttered her eyelashes, dancing away coyly. “I have many talents, Mr. Saunders.”
I stalked toward her until she collapsed onto the couch, her gaze falling to my cock as she reclined into the cushions. “Lucky for you, so do I.” I pressed one knee into the cushion next to her, stroking her cheek with my hand. “Lie back.”
“Is that an order?”
“Fuck yes,” I said, covering her body with my own. My cock dragged against her belly, and I heard her sharp intake of breath as it brushed the space between her thighs. She raised her hips, desperately searching for friction. “Tell me what you want, my little Hellcat.”
“Touch me,” she panted.
“Where?”
She squirmed, arching her back. “You know where.”
“Here?” I asked, sucking a kiss into the side of her neck. She groaned in response, her hips rocking beneath me. “Or here?” I squeezed her breast through the fabric of the dress. “Or maybe here?” I slid my hand beneath the dress, taking hold of one warm thigh.
“Trent,” she hissed.