Page 34 of Say I'm Yours
“I saw our life flash before me. I saw you in my arms. I saw our kids, our wedding, and our life we could have. It’s all there in front of us.”
I try to slink out from under him, but he drops his weight on my legs. “Tell me you love me,” I request. “Tell me if you want me to believe it.”
He shakes his head, brushing his lips against mine. “You don’t need the words, sweetheart. You need to feel it.”
He’s wrong.
I do need them. I need them more than anything, but before I can demand it, his lips press against mine, and my body molds to his. He holds me tight, skimming his hand up my side.
He touches me, stealing all my thoughts as the heat of his finger burns against my flesh. My hands tangle in his messy blond hair, and I keep his mouth to mine, letting his tongue sweep against mine.
I know it’s wrong. I know I said I wouldn’t lead him on, but I can’t stop this. I won’t. I need it too much.
His hand makes its way to my breast as he kneads the flesh. His thumb rolling against my nipple before tugging it.
“Feel how much your body needs me,” Trent says against my lips.
I moan and arch my back when he does it again. My hands roam his body, taking his shirt off so I can feel his skin against mine. I’m like an addict getting her fix after being sober.
It’s everything I remember and more.
He pushes his hand lower, skimming across my stomach. “Trent,” I beg, needing him to give me more.
“What do you want, sweetheart?”
Him. I want him.
In the back of my mind, I’m screaming at myself to stop this. I’ll end up hurt and alone, wishing I had pushed him away, but right now, I can’t do it.
“Please.” I squirm as he traces the outside of my thigh and across my belly, being careful not to touch where I need him most.
He kisses me, moves my panties to the side, and sinks his finger in. I whimper into his mouth as he fingers me. It’s been weeks since he’s touched me. Weeks since I’ve felt the warmth of his skin or had the scent of him around me.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says as he kisses my neck. “You’re perfect. I’ve missed this. I’ve missed us.”
I don’t want his sweet words. I don’t want to delude myself into thinking this is anything other than sex. This isn’t a reunion, it’s a finale. “Stop talking,” I urge. “Just give me action.”
And he does. Trent’s finger continues to pump in and out while his mouth latches onto my breast. He sucks and circles my nipple as I writhe beneath him.
It feels so incredible. He knows exactly what I like, and he makes damn sure I remember it as he brings me to ecstasy. I climb, and the pressure builds as he starts to rub my clit.
His eyes lock on mine and I detonate.
I cry out his name as he continues to milk pleasure from my body.
As I lie here recovering, I watch him strip out of his pants. “Tell me you want me,” he commands.
My heart wants me to say the words he’s asking me to say, but my head knows better.
“I need this.”
He climbs on top of me, dropping his mouth back to mine. We kiss, and all the reasons I was telling myself about why I shouldn’t do this . . . disappear. Sure, I will be hurt, but I don’t give a shit.
Trent rubs his cock against my core, which is both a tease and a promise. “Trent.” I breathe his name.
“Look at me,” his voice is hard and demanding.
When I do, I begin to tremble. Seeing the emotion in his eyes causes the world around me to fade. All I see is Trent. All I feel is him. All that exists is us.
