Page 70 of Pretense & Sensibility

There’s a note of something in her voice that makes me want to pummel the guy. Since I can’t do that, I just answer as honestly as I can. “Probably. He seems like the kind of guy who would try to use you to get an in with Ian. Given half a chance I bet he’ll be pitching some venture capital project to Ian tomorrow at breakfast.”

I don’t mention that he won’t have the chance. She doesn’t need to know that I talked to Jonah before dinner about getting Trent out of here. Convincing Savannah’s mom to bring him along to the wedding might have seemed like a good idea, but it wasn’t. That asshole will be on a boat to the mainland by six in the morning. I’ll even be generous and pay for his flight back to the states. But if I ever see him again, I won’t be so nice next time.

I don’t want Trinity thinking about Trent—or anything else for that matter—so I’m quiet the rest of the way to the bungalow.

On the porch, there’s a basin of water for us to wash the sand off our feet and then a mat just inside the door to dry them on. The door to the cabana isn’t locked. On an island this small, with less than a dozen guest rooms, there’s just no need.

Inside, I flick off the flashlight and turn on the overhead light. Our bags have already been delivered, just as Claire said they would be. The room is simple but elegant in a cozy, beachy way.

I turn around to see Trinity’s reaction … except instead of looking around the room, she’s pulling her shirt up over her head. My breath catches in my throat as my cock leaps to life.

“Um, Princess, what are you doing?”

She tosses the shirt aside and grins as she reaches for the top button of her cargo shorts. “Did you mean even half of what you said at dinner?”

I swallow again, shaking my head to clear it, half convinced I’m hallucinating. Frankly, after the serious conversation on the walk to the cabana, the sudden shift in mood makes my head spin. “Say what now?”

She unzips her shorts and steps out of them so that she’s one step closer to me and now wearing only pale pink panties and a simple bralette. The last time I had her naked, the night of the storm, the electricity was out. I haven’t had the opportunity to just look at her. To drink in the sight of her bare body. Her perfect body. The slender delicacy of her shoulders sloping gently down to her voluptuous hips. The patch of wetness on her panties as she walks towards me.

Every second is too perfect. Too unexpected.

Suddenly I’m hard as a rock. I give my cock a squeeze. Fuck, I hope I don’t cum before I can even touch her.

“Did you mean what you said?” she asks, taking another step closer as she pulls her bralette up and over her head before tossing it aside. “Even half of it? About wanting me from the very beginning?”

“Yeah.” I tear my gaze away from her perfect tits to look her in the eyes as I say this, because if there’s anything more beautiful than her body, it’s her gorgeous, expressive brown eyes. “I meant every word of it. I love you. I think I’ve loved you from the moment we met. I was just too stupid to know the words to describe what I was feeling. I don’t have?—”

I break off when she reaches me because she drops to her knees in front of me. She brushes my hand aside, unbuckles my belt and then a moment later, she’s sucking my dick into her mouth. One long, deep swallow that I feel the entire length of my cock. Then her tongue rubs the length of my frenum. I think my eyes roll to the back of my head as I struggle not to cum right there.

She pulls back, giving my cock another suck, before she says, “I’ve been thinking about this for months.” Her lips brush against the head as she talks, swirling her tongue between words. “Wishing I’d had the chance to taste you the night we were together.”

I force my eyes open, because I want to see this. I want to see my cock in her mouth.

But, God, that’s not the hottest part.

She has one hand around the base of my cock and the other is in her panties, rubbing her clit, like she’s as close to coming as I am.

But … nope. Not today.

Right now, I don’t want to cum down her throat. I want to cum inside her.

I pull my cock from her lips, give it another squeeze so he’ll calm the fuck down, and then pull her up into my arms.

I throw her over my shoulder to carry her the five steps to the bed. I throw her onto the bed and kiss my way up her legs to that gorgeous pussy of hers. I give her clit one long suck before silently promising it that I will be back.

It’s not until my cock is notched at her entrance that I realize the flaw in my plan.

“Fuck,” I mutter.

She tilts her hips up greedily. “Yeah. That was the idea.”

“I don’t have any condoms. Do you?”

She stills. “Um … no?”

I pull back to look down at her. “You said that like a question. Do you?”

“No.” She bucks her hips again and her pussy grazes the length of my dick.

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