Page 78 of Unbearable
“Kissing you, cowboy. Shut up.”
That was all he needed to give in completely.
Trent was in love with me. My best friend, who I grew up with, the one who patched my scraped knees, who stayed up until the sun rose to talk to me, who always made me brave. He was in love withme.
His mouth was hot and fucking lethal. The stubble on his chin scratched my face lightly, and I suddenly wondered how it felt against other parts of my body. I whimpered when his tongue stroked mine again.
Fighting the urge to kiss him was a losing battle. The need to feel his rough hands gripping me tightly overwhelmed everything else.
“I need you,” he said. I wasn’t sure if I had ever seen this side of him, but I would not be opposed to getting to know this side more, especially if he kept talking like that.
“Yes, please,” I said, pressing up on my tiptoes for another kiss.
“Fuck, why is it that just your touch gets me hard?” hesaid as he threw me over his shoulder, striding into the living room.
I slapped his ass, and he laughed. After finally setting me on my feet, I glanced up at him.
“Please tell me I can have you.” His voice still held that husky tone that made the hair on the back of my neck stand as he licked his lips.
“I already said yes.” He cut the last word off, kissing me again.
His hand cupped my jaw while his tongue slipped through my lips. God, he tasted like mint and something that was uniquely him. I swear I could drown in his kisses.
He grabbed my ass with both hands and hoisted me up. Instinctively, my legs wrapped around his waist as he pulled off his shirt with one hand.
I froze when I saw what was on his chest.
“That is…” My voice trailed off.
“A sun.” He finished my sentence. My fingers trailed the simple tattoo inked on his chest. I looked up at him, unable to form words. He blushed, and there was something about seeing a six-foot-four cowboy, who exuded sex appeal, blushing that just did it for me.
“After we lost Steven, Mark and I got them together. Steven always made fun of us for being too chicken to get a tattoo, so it was our own way of honoring him while also keeping the pieces of us that mattered most to us close. Mark’s is a daisy, for obvious reasons.”
“But… a sunshine? Why?”
“When I was in the middle of the fucking desert, deployed, my friends dying around me, I struggled to make sense of what was going on. The thought of you making your way in the world, kicking ass and takingnames, kept me sane. It kept me going.Youalways kept me going, even if we didn’t talk. You made it bearable.”
My response was to take his mouth again, needing to be closer to him.
I neededhimto keep going, to keepmesane.
Kissing Trent felt like leaping off a mountain but still making the jump. I was scared shitless, but I couldn’t stop myself.
He pulled back, his eyes frantically searching my face all while his thumb stroked my cheek softly. I leaned into his hand, embracing the warmth of it.
“I need you,” I said, echoing his words from earlier. I pulled him back to me, my hand finding the button of his jeans. His green eyes scanned over my body.
“So impatient.” He smirked. “You sure about this?” My stomach flipped at the weight of his stare.
“If I have to say it again, I’m going to fucking explode, Trent. Yes,” I pleaded.
He rested his forehead on mine and sighed. “I just need to know that you are sure.”
Finally, he sat me down on the couch and kneeled before me. I nodded, biting my bottom lip.
“I need to taste you,” he said, peering up at me.
His touch was slow but purposeful, each movement carefully executed as if he was committing it all to memory.
