His lips press against the top of my head, and we sway to a not truly slow song. The crowd around us is starting to thin tremendously. Even just since the last song came on.
“Want to get out of here?” There’s a gruffness to his tone where I know he’s thinking of taking me straight up to the bed. Or shower.
“Of course I do.” Though the ‘of course’ isn’t a given. Just a week ago I would have been saying yes so we could go upstairs, crawl into bed, and go right to sleep. Now, I definitely have other things on my mind.
Without a moment of hesitation, he takes my hand and leads me off the dance floor. We swing by our table to grab his jacket and my purse.
We’re about to make a clear break when he stops short, and I crash into him. “What are you doing?”
With wide eyes and a parted mouth, he points to the far corner.
My gaze follows his finger, and I see what stopped him.
David and Veronica, in the corner, making out with what looks like heavy petting.
“Well, that’s…interesting. Good for them. Now take me upstairs.” I practically push against Trent’s back to get him going again.
“Guess I had nothing to worry about there.”
“I already told you that you didn’t. Even if he was still in love with me, that doesn’t mean the feeling is mutual.”
“Sometimes it was hard to know where your feelings lied.” There’s a sadness to his tone that makes my heart ache. I haven’t done a good job of showing Trent that I love him lately.
So, I make a vow to myself, right now, that I’m going to be better.
Linking my fingers with his, I squeeze his hand. “I love you. It’s always been you. From the first moment to right now and everything in between, it’s been you.”
He smiles so widely that I’m sure his cheeks hurt. “It’s good to hear you say that.”
I nearly trip as he gives my hand a tug and starts toward the stairs.
The second we’re up on the next floor, he has me pressed against the wall, his mouth covering mine as his tongue sweeps between my lips. His kisses trail along my jaw and down my neck, biting and sucking on his way.
“Trent.” I practically breathe his name.
But he doesn’t stop, doesn’t hesitate as he starts to pull my dress to the side.
“We’re still in the hallway. Anybody can see us.”
“So?”
“So, we’ve already been walked in on once. I don’t want it to happen again.” I push against his chest until he moves away from me, and the look in his eyes is purely primal need.
One corner of his mouth ticks up, and I know he’s hatching some sort of plan.
Before I even realize what’s going on, he hoists me over his shoulder and smacks my ass. Then he takes off at a fast clip toward our room. Once in front of our door, he fumbles with the keys before we stumble through the threshold.
He flops me onto the bed and immediately reaches up to undo his tie. But before he can pull it over his head, I reach up and wrap it around my hand, yanking him down.
He catches himself on his hands and hovers just above me but lets his hips lower to mine, and I can feel how hard he is. Always ready to take me with a moment’s notice.
“Can you feel what you do to me, Les? All the time. Every day. Any time I think about you.”
“That must be really awkward if you’re at work.”
Instead of a laugh, I get a deep growl, and he drops his mouth to my neck where he digs his teeth in. That’s going to leave a mark.
With a shift of his hips, his length drags along my clit, and need unfurls within me.
