Intimate Danger (Empire Blue) (27 page)

He inhaled deeply as her mouth moved closer,
and anticipation warred in his veins. The scent of coconut broke through his senses just as her mouth covered his.

Trent’s eyes flew open, and he pushed
Charlie up by her shoulders. His body cried in agony and denial, wanting to finish this, pleading for more. His cock jerked in an erratic beat, craving the heat surrounding it.

“Charlie.”

Her half-lidded eyes, full of desire, met his, her pupils wide and dark and focused in a daze. Her lips were wet and swollen, and she bit down on her bottom one, sucked it in her mouth.

“Trent, I need you.” She shifted atop him. “I want you
. Right here, right now.”

His breath caught at the sultry desire coating her voice. Her needy hands roamed over his chest while
she continued to rock against him. He settled his hands on her hips, stilling her while his jaw clenched at the loss of pleasure. She glanced down with a frown.

“Charlie, wait,
as much as it pains me to say this, I have to. Instead of continuing on as we were, we really do need to talk.” He was an idiot, had completely lost his mind. Really? Stopping a sure thing? Insert the mental head smack here.
Dude…

She dropped down on him, plaster
ed her gorgeous body along the length of his, forearms resting next to his head, her hair sheltering them in from the world around.

“I don’t want to talk
. I want you to take his touch away.”

He groaned as her words caused a rush of want to pulse along his shaft. She matched his moans and tried to move her hips.
His hands held her immobile, so apparently, she decided take things in her own hands and dipped her head, kissed along his neck.

O
h yes, that’s the way he really liked it.

Her chest rubbed against his and the
spike of her nipples pushed through her thin shirt. Really, there was only so much of sainthood he could take. His resolve wavered.

“Charlie, you’re not ready for this. I don’t want to push you.”

His hands tightened on her hips. Threads of restraint snapped with each damn pulse of her breath.

“Help me.” She trailed kisses along his neck
, hot, delicious sparks of pleasure as she spoke. “I want to remember the pleasure of your touch.”

Trent hissed as she opened her mouth on his skin and sucked. His balls drew up,
and the edge of sweet release hovered.

Already?

Christ.

Goddamnit, he hadn’t been this randy since he was a teenager. He cursed,
and she lifted her head, confusion across her features.

“Charlie, sweetheart,” he soothed, fighting to find the words
when his body was screaming to do anything other than talk. He wanted more, but needed to work things out with her first. They needed to talk, discuss what she had been thinking right before he left. A million things needed to be said, but he wanted her to come to him, and him only, without the thoughts of another. Without any reservations. And giving him what every basic relationship needed to be built on. Trust.

“When you come to me, I want it to be just me in your mind. No one else. I don’t think you’re ready for this.
And as much as it fucking pains me to say this, I think we should stop. We need to talk about a few things before we go down this path.” He let his head fall back to the pillow and growled. “I must be a fucking idiot to turn you down. In fact, I know I am.”

She frowned and bit her lip again
, and turned her head away, but not before he saw the pain clouding her eyes. Pain that he caused because of his words. And didn’t that just make him feel dandy?

“
I don’t know what you want to hear, but you are on my mind, Trent. I am ready,
trust
me.” She shifted and slid the sleek muscles of her body against him. He clenched his teeth and gnashed his jaw tight, his eyes rolling to the back of his head in pleasure. Fuck, what he would give to be
that
guy. One who operated without consequences. He couldn’t, though. Not with her.

“Charlie,” he tried again.

“Stop talking,” she snapped. Before he realized her intent, she wrapped her palm around his cock. His hips jerked and pushed into her touch.

“Fuuuuck.”

“I thought I told you to shut up.” She dropped her head and covered his mouth again. This kiss more forceful and demanding. Her tongue pushed its way inside, tangled around his, stroking in much the same rhythm her hand did. He got lost in the pleasure she elicited, rolled his hips against her palm, wrapped his tongue around hers, and strained to get closer.

She was all soft, warm woman.
Charlie’s hand moved away without an explanation. He blinked up at her as she lifted her body and sat astride him. His hands went to her waist and just as quickly, she tore her shirt off, reached behind and unsnapped her bra, then tossed it aside.

Her dark, tight nipples beckoned, and his hunger grew
, thoughts of talking a thing of the past. She scooted to the side, and slid off the bed, peeling her panties down her legs. Too entranced to say anything, he felt as if he were dreaming now, instead of before when he had first woken.

Charlie was beautiful bare. Curvy in all the right places, her hips enough for a man to hold on to, her waist small. Her breasts, as he well knew,
were the perfect size for his hands. And her skin looked as if it had been kissed by the sun, glazed with golden highlights accentuating her muscles as she moved.

She grasped and tugged on his boxers. Like a muted puppy,
too caught up in the sight of her before him, he lifted and let her remove the last stitch of clothing keeping his resolve in place.

Thinking she would mount him again, he let out a hoarse shout as her hot mouth wrapped around his cock. He tried for purchase on the sheets, looking for something to hold on to. To maintain control, he clenched his jaw so tight he thought he heard something snap. He focused on the fan above, fighting, trying like hell to remember every trick in the book to keep from coming in her mouth.

One plus one equals two.

Her sweet tongue curled around his shaft
and sent his eyes rolling back in his head.

Hell, Sammy Sosa, Babe Ruth…

Her fist moved to his length, and she combined the pumping of her hand with the motions of her mouth. Her saliva helped glide her movements. His toes curled, and he tried to breathe slow and steady.

“Stop fighting it, Trent. Let me give you this.”

Her breath tickled over the head of his cock before his hips bucked. She took him to the back of her throat…and swallowed.

Snap.

That was the sound of his control.

He thrust his hips and gave in.
Taking her head in his hands, he groaned some animalistic sound. Pleasure bound its way up his shaft and pulsed out as he came. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” His limbs tingled.

Her eyes locked on his face and the triumph sitting there shocked him, then softened his resolve toward holding anything back.

He sat up, pulled her off with gentle hands, and tugged her to his chest. He dragged her down until their mouths met in a clash of tongues. His body still hummed with release but remained primed, his desire for this woman lighting a match.

He tasted his seed on her tongue and with a jolt, it upped his want.
Lightening zinged between them, and he rolled their bodies, settled above, thick and heavy between her thighs.

He rolled
his hips forward, his length gliding between her lips, over the sensitive nub at the top of her mound. She whimpered in his mouth, sucked his tongue inside.

Trent pulled back, stilled
for a moment, just needing to catch his breath. He didn’t want to rush this, didn’t want things to get too out of control between them again. Her face held a rosy hue, the same one he’d remembered from before. He ran his fingers through her hair, tugged it out across the pillow, her dark brown curls a stark contrast to the white linen.

She froze.

Trent held his hand, didn’t move, and studied her.

“Charlie? What’s wrong?”

She blinked as if lost in another thought.

“He—he played with my hair like that.”

Like a punch to the gut, flames of desire started to ebb.

“You know I’d never hurt you right?” He watched her reaction for any signs she didn’t believe him.
To have her take him at his word was more important than he could let her know.

Seconds ticked by, and she refused to meet his gaze. His stomach twisted and turned, tightened with the pain of betrayal. His fists clenched at the sides of her head, and just as he was about to get up, she wrapped her legs around his hips, somehow sensing
his withdraw. She met his gaze, her hazel depth swirling with emotion.

“I do know. I can’t…I can’t explain what’s going on in my mind right now. However, what I can tell you
without a doubt is I know you won’t hurt me. But, that isn’t why I didn’t answer. I was thinking on how much you’ve actually done to show me that. Well,” she added, a wry smile tugging at her lips, “except that one time I followed you, of course.”

He swallowed. “I want to talk about what you said before I left.”

She huffed, brows drawing for a second before relaxing. “Really? With me naked beneath you, you want to talk? Please, Trent. I’m so used to being in control of myself. I’ve been alone for a long time. I don’t want to be alone any longer. Not right now, at least.”

Trent dropped his chest to hers. The pleading in her voice broke his heart, and while they needed to talk, there would be time for conversations later. There had to be.

“Tell me,” he murmured, studying her. “Where does Charlie come from?”

O
ne corner of her mouth twisted in a sardonic smirk. It was the look he had come to know that she used when she teased.

“From what I understand, the name derived in England.”

He growled, tugged on a tendril of hair wrapped around his finger.

“
Smart ass. How did you get the name?”

She arched a brow. “My father gave it to me.”

He sighed. With a roll his hips, he made sure to hit the exact spot he knew she wanted him to touch. A haze of pleasure dropped her eyelids.

“Want to try again, Charlie?”

“I want you?”

He chuckled and nipped at her ear as she had done earlier.

Funny how the tables turned.

“Where did you get the name?” He slid his tongue along the shell of her ear
, delighted when she shivered.

“You’re good at this, Rossi.”

Her heels dug into his ass, and she tried to wiggle to take him inside. He kept the angle at just the right position and pinned her with one hand. He didn’t think she noticed, but her fear disappeared, and instead of the frightened woman, only lust and desire remained. Oh, and a woman who could drive him absolutely insane.

“I could be really good if you’d answer the question.” He hovered his mouth over hers,
and her breath tickled against his lips. Each time she tried to raise her head, wanting to erase that last scant space between, he dodged her move, and instead nipped at her pouty mouth.

Trent reached down, wrapped a hand around his cock and set the head at her entrance. His length pulsed with small movements, not letting anymore into her than an inch. Sweat broke out on his brows, down his spine as he held back from solace inside her tight sheath.

“Where, Charlie?”

Panting, she burrowed her nails into his ass trying to force him down.
Her lust was a heady thing. He seized her hips, and dropped to nip and sucked on one perfect disk of her nipple. She moaned in both frustration and pleasure.

“Charlese. Charlese Dawn Lopez. Please.” She lifted her angry gaze to him. Impatience swirled with yearning, giving her a savage, wanton appearance.

Her hands kneaded at his hips, and he smiled and captured her mouth. Sweet need touched his tongue, her craving a physical taste. She clawed against his skin, her small whimpering moans driving him insane.

He eased from the kiss, slowed until she matched his pace. “We’ll do this my way this time, Charlese. I want to savor
you, us.”

He pushed his hips forward, moved so damn slow he thought he’d never fill her to the hilt. Heat encompassed
him, wrapped like a vice around his length. Beads of moisture rolled down the sides of his face, and his breaths blew out harsh. Charlie gazed up at him, hands rubbing against his back. With each inch, her mouth parted, eyes alight in wonder. He could not deny tasting her any longer.

He
widened his knees, his pelvis flush with hers and kissed her, starving for her taste—and he was—with unhurried caresses, learning every crevice of this woman. Her tongue returned his embrace and withdrew, plunged back in with much the same movement as his hips.

Trent drove into her silky heat with powerful, driving strokes, filling her and withdrawing. He drew out the thrusts, leaving just the head of his cock. The rhythm didn’t falter, their hips meeting
together, their sighs catching as one, and their bodies moving in a dance older than time.