Page 95 of Designed for Disaster

NATASHA

We stumbled through the door of my apartment, locked at the lips, and I could already tell this was about to be some damn good apology, missed-you-like-crazy, just got engaged sex. My pulse was still racing after the proposal, after hearing him say those words:I love you. And I loved him too—my grumpy, secretly sweet, dangerously sexy fiancé.

I tugged on his sweater, trying to drag him toward the bed. The chill I’d felt in my workshop had disappeared the moment he’d kissed me, flooding my body with needy heat. And what I needed was to be horizontal.Now.

Trent laughed, kicking the door closed behind us. It rattled a bit. “Someone’s in a hurry.”

“Because I’m about to blow your socks off,” I said.

“Probably works better if you aim for the pants,” he teased. I rolled my eyes and he snorted, pulling me close. I slipped my fingers beneath his sweater, feeling his muscles twitch. “Cold hands,” he said.

“Not for long.” I chased the warmth of his skin around to his back, shuddering slightly as Trent’s hands slid over my shoulders and down along my spine, squeezing my ass through my jeans. I could feel his cock hardening between us.

He dropped his lips to mine again, kissing me so deeply I felt lightheaded. When he slid his tongue between my lips, I groaned into his mouth.

“Nice place,” he said, breaking the kiss.

“You’ve barely looked around.”

“Cause I’ve got the most breathtaking thing right in front of me.”

My heart lurched at his words. I threaded my fingers through his and pulled. This time there was no resistance, and Trent followed me toward the bed, helping me wriggle out of my shirt. He slid his hand down the front of my pants before I could get them off, pressing against the ache that throbbed there.

I moaned, grinding against his hand, desperate for him to unravel me.

“Yes, my little Hellcat,” he whispered.

God! I’dmissedhim calling me that. His fingers danced through the wetness he found, his eyebrow arching in approval. Truth was, I’d been ready for him the moment he’d walked into my workshop.

“Think someone promised to blow my socks off,” he said.

My head was fuzzy. “Mm-hmm,” I mumbled as his fingers grazed my clit. I squeezed his biceps, losing my train of thought for a second. The world narrowed to the pleasure buildingbetween my legs. We hadn’t even made it to the bed yet, and here I was, practically hanging off him as my legs started to shake.

“That’s it,” he said, wrapping his other arm around my back as I moved against his fingers. “Let me give you what you need.”

“Trent,” I gasped, practically tripping over his name. “Oh…oh god. Yes…fuck.”

He ran circles around my clit and the pleasure erupted, spiraling through me so hard and fast I would have ended up in a puddle on the floor if not for him holding me upright.

“Good?” he asked as I trembled in his arms.

I giggled against his lips, cradling his jaw, feeling the prickle of his stubble against my palms. “You have to ask?”

He kissed the tip of my nose, then growled, “Please tell me you’ve got a condom handy. I need to be inside you.Now.”

I moaned into the next kiss. I wanted that, too, the throbbing between my legs not quite sated despite the bliss of the orgasm still coursing through me. I wanted him in every way I could get him. “Drawer,” I said, pointing him to the bedside table as I shrugged out of the rest of my clothing.

Trent kicked his pants off and retrieved a condom. He turned to me as I reclined on the bed, giving him a view of my glistening heat, and in turn he gave me a little show, holding his length in his hand as he slowly stretched the condom over himself.

My mouth went dry.

I wanted to be filled by him. I gave a breathy little sigh as Trent stalked toward me like a predator about to pounce on all-too-willing prey. His dark eyes took me in, making goose bumps erupt over my skin.

I ran my hands over my skin, letting my eyes flutter closed as he drew nearer. I felt the bed dip as he joined me, crawling on top of me and pinning me to the mattress. A wave of desire rolled through me, sending pin-pricks of pleasure shooting across my body as he dragged his lips over my neck, my collarbone, the space between my breasts. I was so turned on I could hardly stand it, and I started to reach down to touch myself—but he grabbed my hand, stopping my ministrations. I whined as he pinned my wrists above my head.

“That’s my job,” he said. “Now and for forever.”

My heart lobbed against my ribs so hard I thought he might be able to see it. The pulsing between my legs responded in earnest as Trent shifted to mouth at my breasts, his tongue lapping at my nipples until they stood like twin peaks. He nipped at one and the jolt shot straight to my clit.

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