Quicker than I could process what was happening,
Trent had me flat on my back, and he was now on top of me, his weight suspended
on one arm while his free hand landed on my hip, almost like he was holding me
in place.
My head spun, and I blinked several times to get my
bearings. “You really need to stop doing that.”
A slow, sensual smile curved his lips. Then he
kissed my neck. I shuddered involuntarily. My first instinct was to push him
away and tell him to stop, but I didn’t. He wouldn’t hurt me; I knew that.
“How about this? Do I need to stop doing this,
too?” He showered my neck with tiny, heated kisses.
“No,” I said breathlessly.
“Mmm. Good. How about this?” He slowly unzipped my
hoodie, and I froze.
I only had a tank top underneath. But then he stopped
tugging the zipper and kissed his way across my collarbone. And then his mouth
ventured a tad lower. I moaned softly and arched into him.
No one had ever been allowed to kiss me like that,
and I never wanted him to stop. God, what had gotten into me? How far was I
going to let him go? Farther than I’d ever gone with anyone, obviously, but at
what point would I say enough? Would I ever say it was enough?
“How do vampires even have sex?” I said aloud
before I could stop myself.
Trent jerked his head up to look at me. “What?”
“Um, I, uh, I just mean in general. Can you do
that?” I paused. “I mean, I know you can because you told me about Sean and
Annmarie, but is it… different? Not that I want to have sex with you or
anything.” My eyes widened with horror at my words. “I mean, I’m sure eventually
I’ll want to do that, but not today. Not right now.” Flames of
embarrassment burned my neck and cheeks. “Oh, God.” I covered my face with my
hands, mostly so I’d shut up. “I’m sorry.”
And then Trent laughed.
I couldn’t believe he was laughing at me. I shrank
into the mattress, praying it would swallow me whole.
“Chloe, honey.” He gently removed my hands from my
face, but I couldn’t look at him. I was too mortified. Too bad for me, he
wasn’t willing to let me get away with that. “Look at me.” Gently clutching my
chin, he turned me to face him. “Whenever you’re ready for that”—his
lips twitched as if he wanted to smile—“you let me know, okay?”
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