Page 87 of False Start

I hadn’t come into this room planning to sleep with Trent, but that seemed like exactly what I was about to do. And I wasn’t even mad about it. Regret would no doubt rear its ugly head in the morning, but for now, I could pretend under the covers in a pitch-black hotel room I wasn’t about to make a giant mistake.

Even though I still wouldn’t admit it aloud, Trent was a good kisser. Hell, a great kisser. And I’d been replaying the kiss to myself for the past two days, so when he dipped his head down, the tip of his nose skating down mine, my stomach knotted, and I tipped my head up expectantly. His lips brushed over mine with a featherlight touch. A teasing touch that I had zero interest in returning.

Instead, I slipped my hand over his shoulder and pulled him closer, crushing his lips against mine. His grip on my back tightened, body molding to mine under the hotel sheets. His dick dug into my inner thighs, and I wrapped a leg over his hips to relieve the pressure. The surge of lust that followed surprised me. I didn’t know how badly I wanted this.

Under the sheets, I could admit to myself that I wanted him. Not just anyone, but Trent. But even sure as I was, I also knew we’d never work.

“Tell me you have protection.” My voice sounded high and breathy, escaping in short bursts that would have made me self-conscious if I wasn’t so turned on.

His mouth traced the curve of my jaw, breaking only to nod. “Condoms. In my bag. And you?”

“IUD. You’re like tested, right? At least regularly?” His lips skated down my neck, and I tipped my head back. “If you give me something, I’m going to be fucking furious.”

He snorted a laugh into my clavicle. “I’m not a complete shit show, Kitten.”

“Don’t call me that,” I moaned. “Not now.”

I’d come around to the nickname over the course of the race, but only in the daylight. A sudden worry that if he called me Kitten during sex, it’d be harder to separate tonight from the cool friendship we’d go back to in the morning.

“I got tested at the end of the season. I’m good.” His hand wandered down to my breast, his rough fingertips rubbing circles over my hardened nipples. “Are you still trying to talk yourself out of this?”

“It’s such a bad idea,” I groaned, my defenses crumbling.

“At least you won’t fall in love with me,” he rasped, hot breath on my neck.

“Love has nothing to do with this. It’s barely even like.” I arched into him, hooking my leg against his hips and dragging his hard dick against me.

He released my body long enough to retrieve the condoms from his bag. Rather than put one on, he set them on the bedside table, kicking off the last of his clothes before sliding back into bed. Not nearly enough time to gape at his naked body, which I hated to admit was even better than the quick peeks I’d gottenearlier. The hardened muscle of his arms continued onto his chest, his abs tight with coils of muscle with that oddly hot hip dip that was impossible to mold on anyone who didn’t use their body for a living.

His hands skirted up my shirt, pushing it over my head, and I shut out the nagging voice at the back of my head reminding me that this was by far the hottest person I’d ever slept with by reminding myself it was Trent.

Trent.

Not some mysterious hottie who flagged me down in a bar, as if such things happened. But Trent, the guy I’d been forced together with. A horny guy, at that. Who, much like me, hadn’t been laid in far too long. Although Trent’s idea of “too long” probably meant days to my months.

The power dynamic gave me a rush of excitement. I didn’t need to impress Trent. I didn’t need to pretend to orgasm or put up with awkward pawing or agree to a position I didn’t like. If I wasn’t getting off, there was no point sleeping with this man, and I planned to act accordingly.

His lips skated down my neck, tongue flicking over my nipples. I arched my back, pressing my palm to the top of his head, which elicited a laugh.

“Don’t worry, I’m getting there,” he mumbled into my skin, the warmth of his breath heating my stomach.

I moaned as his thumb brushed my slit, his lips following afterward. Trent’s hands skimmed down my thighs. His thumb dug into the back of my knee, spreading my legs before his tongue delved inside me.

And fuck if Trent wasn’t good at that, too.

He lifted my leg, wrapping it over his back and pulling my body up as he slipped a finger inside, and then a second. The combination pulled a soft moan out of my lips as my body hummed with pleasure.

My hips rocked against his face, my fingertips grasping for purchase. The sheets, his body. Anything to ground me to the room that seemed to melt away as my body teetered closer to orgasm.

Just before I fell, he pulled away, a cocky grin on his lips.

“Don’t look at me like that.” I pulled my leg off his shoulder and twisted away, embarrassment shading my face.

“I’m pretty good at that, right?” He wrapped his muscled arm around my waist, pulling me back toward the middle of the bed, pinning me on my back.

I covered my face with my arm. “It’s been a while. My bar is very low.”

He peeled my arm off of my face. “But still good.”

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