Page 23 of Winning Her

I was different from the girl I’d been back then, too. I was a woman now, and my body lit up with our proximity as if to remind me of it. I gasped as my body began to grow warm, especially burning where he had his hands on the small of my back, thumbs digging a little into my waist.

Our bodies were pressed together, and I could feel my nipples harden under my clothes, aching where we were pressed together. And when I squirmed, it sent pleasure curling in my abdomen, making my body tremble.

“Why does your breath smell so sweet?” Trent suddenly asked, the look on his face changing.

I couldn’t say anything in return, because all I could think was how handsome he was, with his light gray eyes and blond hair with a gold tint. How beautifully hurt he looked every time I saw him, even when he was putting up a front for everyone else. I was the one who’d seen him in the times when he’d allowed himself to look vulnerable. I knew he wasn’t the type to just forget his pain. Even after all these years, he would carry it with him.

All those thoughts swirling through my head were what kept me so preoccupied that I didn’t even try to pull away from his arms.

“Sorry,” I whispered. “I drunk a little wine with my dessert.” Though it was more like a lot. Sharing two bottles of wine between two people…

“Were you just out?” he asked, his voice quiet, almost distracted as he watched my lips and eyes.

I wondered why he wasn’t pushing me away.

“Um, no.” I tilted my head toward the stairs. “I was just in the staff room with a friend, but she doesn’t stay here like I do.”

“You’re not slurring. But I guess you did fall on me,” he said with a quirk on his lips.

I pouted, but I didn’t miss that this was the nicest he’d been to me in years. Not since we were kids.

As if he suddenly seemed to realize, he caught himself and went to pull away from me. I wasn’t having it, though. I hadn't been this close to him before, close enough to catch the scent of his cologne and feel his breath on my face. My body moved instinctively on its own, my arms circling his throat and holding him close as I rose up on the tips of my toes, eyes sliding closed as I slid my mouth over his.

There go my inhibitions, I thought, not caring. I’d wanted this for so long, since the first time I’d kissed him, and I was just tipsy enough to have the courage not to back away from what I wanted when I’d finally had him caught off guard.

Trent let out a gasp, and I took advantage. I slid my tongue through his parted lips and explored the inside of his mouth, tentatively at first. His body had gone still against mine, but I didn’t stop, coaxing him into the kiss until he hesitantly kissed me back. With both of us participating, the kiss quickly grew in passion, and I found myself clinging to him and panting as our lips parted and met in kiss after kiss.

“Fuck,” Trent growled, his breathing ragged when he finally pulled away. “We’re out in the damn hallway.”

I didn’t care. My eyes were closed, my thoughts still muddled from his latest kiss, and I was already leaning in for more. He didn’t push me away, accepting the kiss.

Then abruptly, with another curse, he shoved me off him. I blinked up at him, feeling a little unbalanced on my heels. He kept one hand on my arm and dragged me behind him as we went down the hallway.

“I can't believe I’m fucking doing this,” I heard Trent mutter under his breath.

I felt a moment of clarity, wondering just what I was doing too. Trent seemed all for it, but the plan had been to stay away from him, right? I should have left him alone and continued to my room. If he’d been the same asshole from this morning, I would have.

But then he had the door open and he was pulling me inside, turning on the lights and shoving me up against the door, his body following to brace me against it.

“Trent!” I gasped, my breathing picking up again.

He pressed himself fully against me again, and this time I could feel the obvious bulge against my hip. Before I could say anything, his lips were slanted over mine and he was kissing me again. My hands clutched onto his biceps as I squirmed against him, wanting so much more. Whimpers, gasps, and moans fell out of my mouth between the kisses, and he didn’t stop until I was almost passing out from lack of breath.

“Jessi,” Trent whispered, and the way he said my name had me taking a sharp breath, my body shivering. “I want you, Jessi. So badly. Right now.”

His admission was the last straw for me. All thoughts of holding back disappeared, and my hands reached for his clothes. We scrambled to strip each other down, and I toed off my shoes as Trent led me further into the room without pulling away from the kiss.

“How far do you want to take this?” Trent panted.

I gave him an incredulous look. “Just hurry,” I said in urgency. “I don’t care, just whatever it is we’re doing, hurry it.”

I could have probably stated my case better, but the only thing left in my mind was getting him above me in bed, naked. I knew where this was leading; I was old enough to do it even if I’d never tried it before.

He stopped and pulled away long enough when we got to the bedroom to take off his shoes, socks, and pants. I was already down to my underwear and stood impatiently beside the bed, biting down on my lower lip as I watched him strip. He stalked over to me, and all I could do was stare at his body, until he was right in front of me, pulling off my bra and panties.

We tumbled onto the bed, hands groping all over, mouths leaving wet kisses everywhere we could reach. We stopped with Trent braced above me, his hips pressed between my open thighs.

How long have I been waiting for this, I thought to myself, as we stopped and our eyes caught. I wanted to say something, to tell him that I’d been waiting for him all this time. But the space between us was so delicate at that moment. I felt like if I spoke he would stop, and I didn’t want to stop now that we’d come this far.