He tilts his head toward the living room. “Wanna dance?”
I glance over at Jordan, who’s in a full-blown conversation with the guys and girls behind us. Zoe and Riley are equally busy with two guys. I am not leaving this room with some random dude I’ve just met.
“No, I’m okay right here.” He gives me a weird look, and I add, “For now.”
He’s cute, sure, but I didn’t come to this party to hook up with a guy who goes by the ridiculous name of Professor. I came here for a kiss from Trent.
I drink half of my beer, consuming it in small sips that allow me to avoid talking to Professor. A few seconds pass, and Professor turns to the side to speak to someone else, and I’m relieved I no longer have to continue this charade. I lower my guard for a few seconds until he walks into the kitchen.
A group of hot guys wearing hockey jerseys and tons of face makeup surround Trent. They look like zombies, their faces painted white and black, their clothes stained with blood. It’s not the sexiest of outfits, but Trent makes being a hockey zombie hot.
Flanked by his friends, Trent strolls into the room. They act like they own the house. The fraternity brothers welcome them with open arms. A natural magnetism draws you to these guys. All of them are tall, muscular, and insanely hot. Like, really fucking hot. I’m not surprised he’s with men who look like models.
Their bodies are thick and toned, their muscles flawlessly sculpted to perfection beneath their jerseys. My body hums excitedly when Trent’s blue eyes burn into mine. A tiny smile turns up the corners of his mouth. He has lips I want to kiss, a mouth I want to explore with my tongue.
Trent does something to me that I still can’t explain. I never had this feeling with Corey. It’s like a rush of energy that courses through my veins, making me feel alive. Heat licks my skin, the dangerous flames leaving a brush of fire in their wake.
Shannon warned me about Trent, even though she never gave me a genuine reason to stay away from him. She’s across the room with Abby and my sister, talking to the incoming group of guys.
I want to get Trent alone, so when he moves toward me, I exit the kitchen. Glancing over my shoulder, I cut down the back hallway, his sights set on me. He’s right behind me, his pace quickening. I down the last of my beer, hoping for some liquid courage. This is what I wanted. I came to this party with a purpose.
Don’t panic. He’s just a guy who looks like Adonis with the body to match.
Corey is cute, but no one would ever say he’s hot. No one stops to check him out the way they would Trent.
I hit a dead end where I find a door that leads to the outside and a set of stairs to the upper floors. When I spin around, Trent is behind me with a wicked smirk on his lips.
He clutches my wrist, and a bolt of electricity shoots up my arm. He looks down for a second as if he feels it, too. Then, his eyes are on mine, his broad smile producing the same reaction from me.
“Jemma with a J,” he says in his smooth, deep voice that pulses through me. “You running away from me, girl?”
Trent closes the distance between us and runs his fingers down my arm. His touch causes tiny bumps to dot on my skin. “You look hot.” He stares at my bra, eyes centered on my breasts, and licks his lips. “I almost didn’t recognize you, so… made up.” His gaze burns my cheeks. “I like it. You look different, but it suits you.”
I smile so wide my jaw hurts. Compliments from Trent sound so much better than from any other man. I’m all giddy on the inside, feeling like a stupid teenage girl with a crush on the popular boy in school.
Speechless, I stare, allowing his hand to move to my hip and linger there. He gives me a look that says he’s asking for my permission, and when I nod, he slides his hand up my bare stomach. In this outfit, there’s not much clothing between us. He could undress me in seconds.
He explores my body, his fingers wandering dangerously close to the edge of my bra as he leans forward to plant soft kisses along my jaw. Trent always smells good, but tonight, it’s as if he’s bottled up his delicious scent. I close my eyes and focus on how he smells, how his body feels pressed against mine.
He’s hard, his growing erection digging into my stomach. A few more kisses on my jaw and neck cause my toes to curl, and Trent finally reaches my mouth. Staring into my eyes with a sensual look in his blue irises, he gives me a look as if he’s asking me for more. I give him the answer he needs as my lips crash into his.
He consumes me, parting my lips with his tongue, taking what he wants from me. Trent lifts me by my ass and hooks my legs around his middle. My back hits the wooden railing hard enough to hurt but not enough to care.
Our last kiss was nothing like this one. This time, Trent twists my hair between his fingers, pinning my mouth to his. There’s so much greed and passion behind each kiss. I’m lost to him, drowning in a sea of ecstasy, sinking so deep I’m crashing and falling.
By the time our lips separate, my head spins from the lack of oxygen. He leans his forehead against mine, somewhat out of breath.
“Damn, Jem, that was some kiss.”
“You’re telling me,” I whisper against his lips.
“Want to get out of here?”
“Yes,” I breathe, and then he leads me out the back door.
Chapter Fourteen
Jemma
