Jacked (Trent Brothers #1)(78)

I felt off balance. Hungry, confused, twisted up inside. This amazing woman was in my house and mine for the taking, and hell if I’d let another opportunity to let her know it slip by.

She only fought a second, giving me a weak shove not really meant to push me off, before she surrendered and melted into me. I released her lips long enough to wet mine so I could kiss the shit out of her, holding her fast so she’d get my meaning.

She made a few soft whimpers as I tested her willingness with the tip of my tongue. I deepened the kiss, demanding more, needing more, dying for more. I drew in her sighs, her tongue, the way her moans curled around my own. I wanted to drink her in, devour her mouth, spend hours getting to know every square inch of her body. I tangled my hand in her hair, branding her memories with my flavor.

Erin’s hand brushed over the day-old stubble on my face, curling her fingertips into the edge of my jaw, doing her own form of branding on me. Holy hell, she had me deep, searing her name all over my bones, owning me inside and out.

I felt like a teenager all over again, getting that all-encompassing rush of excitement from kissing the girl, feeling that strange pressure in my chest and limbs. Arousal also flooded into my cock, indenting it painfully into the zipper on my jeans.

I’d kissed plenty of girls since… but none of them had me panting like this.

Not even…

I palmed Erin’s ass, squeezing out the memories of that other female as quickly as they came in to spill their poison on this moment. The wind gusted outside, sending a frosty haze of white crystals across my front window, but it didn’t matter, because inside I was burning up. Erin, however, quivered in my arms.

Our lips rested as our breath blended into one. Her hair was all tangled around my fingers.

“I wanted to do that since the first night I met you,” I whispered quickly, taking her mouth again. Getting to feel this much from just kissing someone was worth the risk of having myself gutted if it didn’t work out.

Never before had I felt this passionately connected to someone. Never. This woman was stripping me of my self-protective shields one by one, wiggling her way past my defenses.

“I thought you didn’t—” Erin managed to say before I cut her words off with my tongue, letting my overwhelming desire for her answer her questions.

She whimpered again, wrapping her tiny hands up the back of my shirt.

“Spend the day with me,” I said on her mouth, unwilling to separate us that far.

Her hands did a slow slide up my back, grazing her nails lightly over my skin. “You really want me to?”

I scraped my teeth over her top lip, sucking on it, thinking about kissing her like this for the next twelve hours, at least, while she scored my skin with her fingernails. “Most definitely.”

She tore her mouth away and gasped, leaving me out of breath. Her chin dipped down. “I wish… I wish you would have knocked.”

I pressed my lips to her forehead to keep our connection, guessing she still doubted my intentions. It was frustrating, but I tamped it down, knowing I had the power to change her perceptions. Girls were always worried about being used, and I suspected Erin was no different in that respect.

I tilted her face up. “Make no mistake; this is me knocking now, okay?”

I locked eyes with her and stared her down until she nodded. “Okay,” she whispered.

I sealed our small agreement with a soft kiss, sensing she wasn’t ready for much more.

Her hand gently closed around mine, wrapping herself deeper.

She tugged on my bandaged hand, raising it up to inspect it. That little crinkle formed between her brows, followed by her disapproving frown. “This should be changed.”

I sighed with relief knowing I’d managed to crack into her tough outer shell. It may have been a small tear into her protective lining, but at least she wasn’t running out of my house anymore.

“Just so we’re clear, all these dark spots are chocolate. I had a few cookies last night. They were fresh from the oven and still hot.”

Her brow tipped up. So did one side of her luscious mouth. “Chocolate?”

Just seeing part of her smile return was enough to make me high. “I’m serious. My partner’s wife made them. Stuff melted all over.”

“Well, I need to rewrap it before you get any more food in your stitches.”

Her teasing me was cute as shit, however separating her body from mine was the last thing on my mind. I warmed the edge of her jaw with my mouth. “I’d appreciate that.”

She left out a breathy “okay” before both of her hands pushed slightly back on my arms. A moment of sanity slipped in on top of my thrumming heart, reminding me to slow the f*ck down.

Her brilliant blue eyes flashed down my body before a tinge of shock registered on her face. The smug bastard inside me smiled. That’s right, babe. Check it. I’m hard as a rock because of you.

There was no way I could hide it, either, not that I wanted to. I gazed at her until she looked back up at me, amused that she was so intrigued.

She tugged on her T-shirt and tried to smooth her hair. “I, um…”

Seeing her flustered, her soft cheeks flushed, wearing one sock and a dazed look in her eyes made her even cuter. I took her hand and gave a tug. “Come on.” She followed me back up the steps without objection. By the fifth step I contemplated stripping her bare and messing the bed up even more, see if we could dislodge the sheets, let her feel exactly how much I was turned on by her.