Page 2 of The All-Inclusive

That’s him?

So hot!

He’s a Navy SEAL.

Trent ignores them, smiling down into my eyes. “You had fun?”

“So much fun.” I hiccup, then giggle. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Smoothing some flyaway hair from my face, he nods to my friends. “Thanks for keeping her safe. And for showing her a good time.”

The order of those two priorities pings something in mybrain, but it’s gone in a gin-soaked instant. I turn to my friends and give them a wobbly wave.

“Bye, guys! Thanks for the fun night.”

“You, too.” There’s a chorus of cheers and a jumble of voices wishing me good night and good luck and good tidings for tearing off Trent’s clothes with my teeth.

That last one might be just in my head.

“Hey, Sar.” Trent holds me close as he guides me inside and eases me onto the sofa. “Got you a big glass of water right there and a couple Advil.”

“But my head doesn’t hurt.” I toss them back anyway, since Trent has more experience with this sorta thing.

The affection in his smile makes my chest feel full of melted butter. “And now it won’t hurt tomorrow.” He sits down beside me and pulls my bare feet onto his lap. My shoes must have vanished somewhere between the limo and the couch, but I don’t care about that right now.

I groan as his thumbs stroke my instep, sending bright sparks of desire up my legs. They zing through my bare thighs to the space right between them, and since I’m not wearing panties?—

“Hey!” I sling myself over his lap, coming to rest with a knee on each side of his hips. Pressing my forehead to his, I watch his familiar gold eyes flash with intrigue. “Where’d your shirt go?”

“Someone spilled beer on it.” He smiles and slides his hands down my back. “Where’d your shoes go?”

“Dunno.” With a devilish grin, I wiggle on his lap. “Same place my panties went, maybe?”

His eyes go molten as he squeezes my ass. “Are you trying to tempt me?”

“Maybe.” I wiggle again. “Is it working?”

“Maybe.” He drags out the word so it feels like a feathery caress.

His hands on my ass make me bold, so I wiggle my hips again. “Did you have fun at your bachelor party?”

“I did. Ash took us whisky tasting.” He chuckles. “My SEAL buddies paid him back by taking us to that divey vegan strip club.”

“The one where the guy got stabbed?” You know it’s Portland when you have to specifywhichvegan strip club.

“That’s the one.” He kisses me softly; once on the cheekbone, once on the tip of my nose.

But that’s not the kissing I crave now. Finding his lips, I fuse us together, teasing his tongue with my own. Groaning, he tightens his grip on my ass. I’m rolling my hips, grinding against him like we’re fucking through clothing.

Dry humping’s kinda our thing, since we’ve pledged to save sex for our wedding night. But something feels different tonight. Maybe it’s the commanding squeeze of his hands on my ass. Maybe it’s my lack of panties. Things heat up in a hurry as our kissing turns hungry and a little bit feral. His tongue stroking mine feels fierce and masterful and I groan as I grind down against him. I’m probably soaking the front of his pants, but this feels too good to stop.

What would it feel like to slide Trent inside me?

To give in to these urges and finally have him for real.

Trent comes up for air, golden eyes hazed with a look I can’t read. “We should stop.” His oversized thumb skims the blade of my cheekbone. “I don’t want to, but we should stop.”

Licking my lips, I grind myself onto him. He’s hard as a rock and I’m aching to sink him inside me. “Maybe weshouldn’tstop.”

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