Page 84 of The Rented Bride

Her eyes lifted to his face. “I stopped at the hotel gift shop.”

He slid beneath the sheets beside her. “For souvenirs?”

She scooted to the center of the bed. “For condoms. I didn’t have anything and wasn’t sure you would. I…I’m not sexually active. I mean, of course, I’m not a virgin, but I haven’t been in a relationship for more than a year. I’ve been so focused on my career. But I didn’t want to assume you’d carry condoms. Not that I think you’re out sleeping around, I don’t mean that. That’s not any of my business. I’m not on any type of birth control, so I’ll shut up now.”

“Good, because I have other plans for your mouth.” He leaned in and kissed her. With their mouths and tongues entwined, Trent stretched out beside her and covered her breast with his hand and rasped his thumb over the tip. Her hands roamed over his back while she caressed his leg with a foot.

Breath mingled in the darkened room. She arched into him, slightly widening her thighs. Trent shifted lower, trailing wet kissed across her décolletage then dipping to her breast. He sucked her sweet nipple into his mouth. A low moan rolled from her chest. God, she was responsive. He leaned over her, laving the other nipple. Cassie threaded her fingers through his hair, anchoring him to her breast.

Lightning flashed outside the window. Thunder clashed as Lamont reached shore, but the real storm raged inside him. He needed her, wanted like hell to drive into her until they both fell into oblivion. But he had to go slow. Then would come oblivion.

Trent slipped a hand into her panties. Oh god. He traced the seam of her wet slit then slid his finger inside her. After a few slow plunges, Cassie lifted her hips. Trent hooked her panties and slipped them down her thighs, then tossed them onto the floor. Both naked, he stretched out beside her. Face to face, he traced her slightly parted lips with his thumb. Her tongue poked out and touched it.

Trent rolled on top of her. Her lush curves gave way beneath him. Pure heaven. Gently, he brushed his lips against hers.

Cassie slid her arms around him clutching him tightly, flattening her breasts against his chest. His tongue plunged inside her mouth. Her silken mouth was so warm and wet, he envisioned the same erotic torture on his cock, sucking him—

Trent broke the kiss. “Condom?” he asked.

She reached toward the nightstand and he rolled off her as she grabbed a small box. Before he could take the package from her, she had a condom in hand and tore the wrapper. Trent rolled onto his side, propped up on an elbow. Her gaze met his as she held the ring of rubber. She worried her lip between her teeth.

“Touch me,” he said.

She sat up and scooted closer. As she reached toward him, his heart picked up speed and when she curled her fingers around his shaft, Trent closed his eyes. Her touch was sweet agony. His balls pulled up and tightened. Heat surged through his system, streaking along his spine and coursing into his cock. Gritting his teeth, he endured the excruciating pleasure of her fingers on his flesh as she inched the rubber down his length.

The bed shifted, and he opened his eyes as Cassie reclined beside him. She bent her head and kissed his chest, then slid her mouth across to one nipple. He relaxed onto his back and drew in a deep breath. Her warm lips closed around his nipple. Then she nipped at his flesh, and slid her mouth to the other nipple and sucked.

“Cassie,” he rasped.

Trent speared his fingers through her hair, then rolled onto her. Her thighs spread and he settled between them. He grasped her calves and gently bent her knees until her feet were flat on the mattress. With a feather-light touch, Trent caressed her outer thigh as he probed her entrance. Her hips rolled and he slid deep into her hot, silken passage. Her tight walls closed around him like a vice. Pleasure ripped through him.

Trent braced on outstretched arms and slowly drove into her, pausing deep, drawing out the pleasure as he pulled back. Her whimper sent a message straight to his erection. With each plunge, he increased momentum. Cassie grasped a fistful of his hair and thrust her hips upward to meet his strokes. She drew a sharp breath.

Lightning flashed. Rain pelted the window. Trent leveraged higher, thrusting harder. Wet head gloved his shaft tighter.

“Trent.” His name came out as a pant.

Rhythmic pulses through her core sent shards of pleasure through his cock and into his balls. Cassie gripped his arms. He thrust faster, barely keeping his release at bay. She hadn’t come yet, but she was close, she had to be close with the way she pumped her hips against his. He slid his hands between her and the mattress and crushed her to him. Her erotic, breathy exhales bathed his ear. Sweat trickled along his spine. Pressure intensified. Her thighs abruptly tightened around his hips and she whispered his name on a feminine groan.

Each spasm milked his cock. He gripped her hips, thrust deep and erupted. The force of the contractions ripped through him. Muscles bunched and burned as he reveled in the intensity of his orgasm. He growled, fighting for breath, yet not caring about anything but the pleasure and the woman beneath him.

She tightened a second time and cried out as Trent’s orgasm burst through him in one final breath-stealing spasm. Moving again, he thrust slowly, and she shivered beneath him. She released a stuttered breath while he drew a deep inhale then slowly exhaled. Her body relaxed and he reclaimed her mouth. Her arms twined around his back and her legs circled his hips as she kept him locked within her. She returned the kiss, drawing out the moment. Her fingers absently roamed his back and then her legs dropped to his side. Trent lingered a moment longer in the kiss, then shifted off her.

“I’ll be right back.” He excused himself to the bathroom and disposed of the condom. When he returned, Cassie had righted the pillows. Trent slipped beneath the covers beside her. She turned to him and he folded her into his arms.

“Do you want a glass of wine?” she asked.

“Later.” Right now, he just wanted to hold her.

She chuckled. “It’s now or never. If I lay here with you like this, I’m going to fall asleep.”

“Good. I like you right where you are.”

Thunder rumbled outside the window.

“Trent?” she whispered.

His eyes were closed, coasting towards sleep. “Yes.”

“If we oversleep I’m going to toss you over my shoulder again.”

He laughed. Reaching up, he snagged the phone’s handset and punched the button for the front desk. “Seven a.m. wakeup. Room 2025.” He hung up, snuggled into the pillow and pulled her flush against him. A few minutes later, he could tell she slept by the even rhythm of her breathing and the relaxed position of her body against his.

Tonight was different. He knew that for the first time in his life, he’d just made love to a woman. What the fuck was he going to do now? He’d fallen in love with his wife.