Just Friends (15 page)

“I told you before, I don’t need you to take
care of me. I’m not a child, Trent.” She slammed both hands on her
hips. The motion made the robe gap open further, and involuntarily,
his eyes lowered to her exposed chest. Less than an inch further to
the right and he’d be able to see nipple.

“Would you put some clothes on?”

“I have clothes on.”

“More clothes,” he said between clenched
teeth.

Alannah spread her arms wide. “This bothers
you? You mean you notice what I have on?”

Trenton ground down on his teeth. “I noticed
what you had on last night. I noticed you barely covered your
ass.”

“Well, I guess you were the only one, buddy.
Because only one man approached me last night, and—”

“Somebody approached you?”

Her mouth fell open. “Unbelievable. There you
go again. I
wanted
to be approached. Get that through your
thick skull.”

“By the losers at The Underground?”

“Oh, they’re losers, now?”

“They’re not good enough for you.”

“I can make my own decisions.”

“You need a nice guy. Someone who’ll respect
you and love you and treat you the way you deserve to be
treated.”

“I have a nice guy. Now I want a bad boy.
Someone to screw my brains out.”

Heat saturated Trenton’s neck, and he took
several labored breaths. “You really need to stop saying shit like
that.”

“Why? I mean it. The only problem is, no one
ever notices me.”

“You get noticed.”

“Oh yeah? What about you, Trenton? Do you
notice me?” Her eyes challenged him.

Trenton blinked. An invisible force vacuumed
the air from the room. Tension tightened the muscles in his back
and neck. He didn’t know how to answer the question, wasn’t sure if
honesty would be appropriate. If she had any idea the dream he’d
had, if she even suspected how sexually frustrated he’d been this
morning when he woke up with her in his arms, she’d run far, far
away.

“I threw myself at you last night,” Alannah
said.

“You didn’t know what you were doing.”

“I knew exactly what I was doing, and you
were turned on. But you still treated me like a good friend. Like
always.”

Trenton laughed softly. “You have no fucking
idea, do you?”

He hadn’t slept well at all last night. Every
time she moved, he jerked awake, practically climbing the walls
with the need to fuck her. He’d woken up with a painful erection in
the wee hours of the morning, torn because he needed to leave
before he did something unseemly, but reluctant to go because he
enjoyed how she felt in his arms.

Then he’d spent half the day fantasizing
about her in that red dress and what her bottom would look like if
he yanked the hem up over her hips and bent her across the bed. Or
over the arm of the sofa. Frankly, anywhere he could get his hands
on her hips and tilt them up for entry.

“Enlighten me,” Alannah said. Her tongue
swiped across her lips and she swallowed hard, as if mustering
courage to continue. “You’ve never once made a pass at me,
Trent.”

“You want me to make a move on you? Is that
what you’re saying? You want me to
screw
you?”

Her breathing hitched. “Yes.”

Her answer left him speechless. He hadn’t
truly expected that answer. “Do you have any idea what you’re
saying?” he growled.

“I know exactly what I’m saying.”

One hand fisted at his side. “You know what I
would do to you? What I want to do to you right now?”

“Why don’t you tell me?” she said, voice
wavering a little.

“I don’t think you can handle a man with my
appetite. I’m not one of your little boyfriends. I’m not Connor or
TJ.”

Alannah shifted her chin a fraction higher.
“Prove it,” she challenged.

Trenton stalked closer and noticed she held
her breath. His gaze swept her face—the mutinous set to her pinkish
mouth, the excitement of challenge in her eyes, the sprinkling of
freckles on her makeup-free face. “You know what you’re asking
me?”

“I’m a big girl.”

“This isn’t a game, Lana.”

“What are you afraid of, Trent? Scared I
won’t like it?”

That did it.

Trenton grabbed a handful of auburn waves and
dragged her flush against his chest. Her eyes widened and lips
parted on a rough exhale, as if she could no longer breathe through
her nose. Tightening his hand in her hair, he tipped her head back
so he could gaze straight down into her eyes.

“Nah. That’s one thing I’m absolutely,
positively not worried about.”

He slammed his mouth onto hers and fed his
hunger. Kissing her hard, he reacquainted his taste buds with the
sweetness of her flavor. His probing tongue plundered her mouth and
forced a whimper from her throat, and she sagged against him,
grabbing his biceps.

She trembled, her entire body engulfed in
shudders so profound he tore his mouth away and looked down at her
with concern. He released her hair and cupped her shoulders. “Are
you all right?”

Alannah nodded, breath quivering, eyes wide
and expectant in her face. “I…” She rose up onto her toes, wrapped
her arms around his neck, and pressed her body into his. “I’ve
waited so long for this.”

Her words sent shock waves through him. The
burgeoning ache in his groin intensified and desire flooded his
veins.

“I’m ready, Trent. I’m so ready.” Then
Alannah pulled his head down to hers.

Trenton’s large hands seized her ribcage and Alannah tightened the
grip around his corded neck, pulling herself higher to lay claim to
his mouth. She sifted her tongue past his lips and opened for his
sweet invasion. A breath-defying kiss ensued that had her curled
over his strong forearm and grinding her hips into his. He demanded
and she gave, her actions fueled by lust that had remained
concealed for ages.

With an impatient motion, Trenton pushed the
robe from her shoulders and uncovered her nakedness. He stopped
long enough to stare at her with his jaw tight and his irises a
deep, mossy green. She stood there, wondering what he thought.
Wondering if she at least met the minimum standard of what he was
accustomed to. But he didn’t make a sound. He simply prodded her
toward the bed until she fell backward into the pillows.

Alannah waited as he continued to watch her,
his mouth set in a grim line. She fought the urge to cover her body
as bashfulness and excitement wrestled for supremacy under his
gaze. His eyes ran from her breasts, over the sweep of her hips,
down to her toes. The longer he looked, the more labored his
breathing became.

Nostrils flaring, Trenton brought his eyes
back to hers and shook his head. “No fucking idea,” he
muttered.

A frisson of excitement scurried down her
spine at the feral look in his eyes. Poised above her, with his
body taut and rigid as if ready to pounce, he truly appeared to be
like the mountain lion she’d compared him to. Lucky for her, this
time she was the prey.

He lowered to the bed and clamped his wet
mouth over a nipple. He sucked enthusiastically on her breast,
making her moan and twist with pleasure. Arching her back, she
symbolically pleaded for him to take more of her into his
mouth—breathless as her trembling fingers tracked across the fine
hairs of his head and her quivering thighs fell apart for him to do
as he pleased.

Trenton continued to take his fill of each of
her breasts, laboring over the aroused peaks with such diligence
they could do nothing but stand at rigid attention under the
intense ministrations of his masterful mouth. One of his hands went
lower and covered her mound, and the unexpected touch made Alannah
gasp and clutch his shoulders. The last of coherent thought
dispersed like dust in the wind as he massaged her with a
possessive touch that had her throbbing against his palm.

Unbearable sexual tension thrummed between
her thighs, and she ached for release. She tried to trap his hand
to get herself off, but Trenton popped up his head and looked into
her eyes. “Not yet,” he said, a devilish smile on his face.

Alannah whimpered her objection, almost ready
to beg. But he ignored her protest and nudged her onto her stomach.
Breathless with anticipation, she forced herself to lie still and
was rewarded when he dropped moist kisses between her shoulder
blades. Sucked the skin of her back. Licked the length of her arms.
Everywhere he touched, pockets of flame erupted beneath her
skin.

His tongue swirled in the shallow groove at
the base of her spine before he lightly dragged it in a slow,
torturous line along the crack of her ass. She moaned at the
teasing caress and ragged, pleading mewls filled the pillow as her
legs came a fraction apart.

“I see what you want.” Trenton dragged her
legs wider and licked the underside of her bottom. “You want this.”
The moist blade of his tongue swept the wet spot between her legs
and air left her lungs in a rush as her eyes squinted closed. A
deep, dark craving took hold of her, one that she desperately
needed him to satisfy. Her body clenched and shoulders hunched, and
she pushed back against him, hungering for the bold penetration of
his tongue.

He laughed knowingly—a sound of complete
control, rife with the confidence of a distinguished maestro in the
midst of conducting his greatest symphony. Still he wasn’t done,
and continued down her thighs. He kissed the back of her knees and
showered her with affection by nibbling on her calves and wringing
pleasure from an unexpected place with strong caresses to her feet.
She couldn’t take much more of his teasing. Not when every nerve
ending quivered with longing and every hair on her body seemed to
stand on end.

The smack of his hand on her backside sent
stinging pleasure to her core. His big hand squeezed her fleshy
bottom and she lifted into the coarse handling. “Been wanting to do
that,” he said, a rough edge to his voice.

Alannah angled a look over her shoulder in
time to see Trenton lever off the bed. He tossed off his shirt to
reveal a smooth, muscular chest and abs that could make any
professional athlete turn a vibrant shade of green from envy.

She twisted onto her back and pulled her
bottom lip between her teeth, heart racing in anticipation. The
tight cords of his arms bunched as he unzipped his pants, slowly,
ever so slowly, as if putting on a show. He finally pushed them
down with his boxer briefs and stood at the side of the bed,
completely naked.

Allowed to examine him without restriction,
Alannah rose up on her elbows and her gaze lowered to his hips. Her
mouth fell open. She couldn’t believe its size. The infamous Womb
Beater surpassed her expectations.

It would never fit. He was too long and too
wide.

The fear must have shown on her face, because
Trenton rejoined her on the bed and spoke in a soothing voice.
“It’ll fit.”

Panic set in, and Alannah’s heart thumped at
an alarming rate against her sternum. She scooted back from him.
“I-I don’t think it can. It’s too big.”

“Trust me.”

“Trent, I—”

“Shh.”

He lowered his naked body to hers and
enveloped her in his warmth. With his body a cage over hers, he
kissed her neck and chest, and spread her legs wide. Then his
fingers found their way back to her sensitive core, and they tapped
and stroked in the moisture discovered there.

“We’ll get you good and wet,” Trenton said,
the gravelly words uttered against her neck.

Alannah kissed the corner of his mouth,
relaxing into his touch and the rhythmic movement of his fingers.
She ran her hands over his hard biceps, amazed at how a man so
muscular could simultaneously be so soft. Desperately, she pressed
open-mouthed kisses to his skin: along his Adam’s apple, over his
chest—anywhere within the limited scope of her mouth’s reach.

Trenton inserted one, then two digits into
her wet core, and she let out a loud gasp, overwhelmed with emotion
as he curled his fingers against her G-spot and stroked her clit
with his thumb. There was no way to withstand the force of his
pleasure-giving touch. And when he sucked her nipple again, all
Alannah could do was grab the muscles of his back and hold on tight
until the tension broke.

The explosion ripped through her with the
force of a hurricane. She whimpered and begged and pleaded, but
Trenton didn’t let up. His mouth remained fastened over one
swollen, aching peak, and his fingers continued to pump between her
legs as she rode out the climactic storm.

Trenton lifted his head as her body made one
last shudder, and with his irises now the darkest green she’d ever
seen them, he gazed into her eyes, and his lips twisted into a sexy
grin. “We’ll take it slow the first time. Until you get used to
me.” He licked her essence from his fingers and looked down between
her legs. “Damn, you taste good. I’m coming back to that
later.”

The sensual threat made Alannah shiver with
little aftershocks. But she didn’t have much time to think, because
Trenton slipped on a condom and then kneed her legs apart.
Stretching her arms above her head, he locked her wrists in place
with one hand. Now he had her how he wanted her. Dominated by his
strength. Under his full control.

Alannah still worried about being able to
accommodate him, but he slid in slowly, inch by powerful inch.
Clearly considerate of her comfort, because she sensed him holding
back. The tendons in his neck pressed into prominence, and he let
out a low groan that came from deep in his chest.

He started to move—a slow, sliding thrust—and
bent his head close to hers to whisper in her ear. He told her how
sweet she was and how her wetness had him losing his mind. He told
her how he couldn’t wait to feel her coming all over him.

The words made her muscles relax, and she
stretched to capacity, making it easier for her to accept his
impressive manhood. She’d never felt this type of sensation before,
this type of fullness in her life. His manly scent surrounded her,
and his presence overwhelmed her. As if he wasn’t only in her, but
around her, and there was no way for her to evade a single part of
his touch.