Page 72 of Tempting Rowan (Trace + Olivia 3)

“So, you like it?” Trent asked, stepping up beside me. His eyes were on the view as well, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans.

“How could I not like it?”

He chuckled. “You’re not like other girls,” he shrugged his wide shoulders. “I thought you might hate it.”

“This view is incredible.” My eyes took in all the cars and people bustling below, trying to get somewhere.

“It’s my favorite part about this place.”

I looked over to find that he had his arms braced above his head, leaning against the glass.

A month ago, I never would have thought I’d be standing here with Trenton, but now there was no place I’d rather be.

For the first time since we’d entered, I took in the décor. I had been so distracted by the spectacular view of the city, that I’d been unable to appreciate the beauty inside.

It wasn’t white and sterile looking like I had expected. There was a comfy looking sectional couch with heavy wooden tables and a leather ottoman. There were built-in wood shelves with tons of books covering the available surface. Of course, there was also a large TV. The floors were a dark hardwood, carrying into the kitchen that was surprisingly large with black cabinets and shiny white countertops. Everything was beautiful, but didn’t give off the vibe of ‘look but don’t touch’.

Trent’s fingers brushed against my cheek, bringing me back to reality. “I’m so happy you’re here,” he breathed.

“Me too,” I whispered, my eyes closing as his thumb grazed my bottom lip. It was hard for me to admit how good it felt to be here with him. Being with Trenton was effortless—as easy as breathing—and if I let myself, I’d never want to let him go.

His lips brushed lightly against mine—the touch so soft I wasn’t sure it could even be considered a kiss. “I really want to show you my bedroom now.” His voice was husky with want and I found a quiet whimper escaping my throat as he pushed the collar of my sweatshirt over so he could kiss the bare skin of my shoulder.

“I’d like to see it.” I sounded breathless, like I’d just run a mile, but it was simply the power Trent’s lips had over me.

“Let me show you then.”

He picked me up, carrying me like a groom would carry his bride.

He pushed open the third door in the hallway and kicked it closed behind him. He laid me down on the soft surface of a massive bed. “I’ll show you around the room later,” he growled against the skin of my neck, “for now, I’d like to acquaint you with my bed.”

His fingers found my hips and he slowly inched my sweatshirt up, exposing my stomach, and then my breasts hidden behind a plain black bra. I sat up and lifted my arms in the air so he could pull the garment off of me.

“I could never get tired of looking at you, Rowan,” he confessed, his blue eyes filled with an emotion I refused to define.

I swallowed thickly.

“I—”

I silenced his next words by grabbing him by the neck and kissing him. I knew what he was going to say and I couldn’t hear it. I wasn’t ready. I’d never be ready.

He kissed me back, his large hands grasping me around my sides. One hand slid up the skin of my back and landed on the strap of my bra. With a flick of his fingers he had it unhooked and sliding down my arms. His eyes feasted on my naked breasts and I refused to be embarrassed.

I slid away from him, propping back on my elbows and giving him a look. “Your turn.”

He chuckled, the sound low and raspy, making my body fill with pleasure at the promise of what was to come. He hooked his thumbs in the back on his long sleeve shirt and yanked it over his head, musing his hair. My tongue flicked out to moisten my lips as I greedily eyed the sight of his defined chest and the dark smattering of hair that disappeared below the belt holding his jeans up.

“Happy?” He asked.

“Not quite,” I smiled seductively. I wasn’t as shy now in the sex department, and I wasn’t going to let him completely be in control this time.

“I can make you very happy,” his eyes narrowed, the blue turning to black with desire.

“Then do it.”

He grinned at the challenge in my tone.

I squealed as he grabbed my hips, pulling me down the bed towards him. In a matter of seconds he had my jeans and panties off. His eyes lingered on my lower body and I counted to ten in my head, hoping that the gesture would keep me from blushing.

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