Dangerous Secrets (11 page)

But he had promised to behave and he wouldn’t put
anything away. He was just going to clean up and dry everything.

She could live with that.
Probably.
Maybe.
Making a face in the mirror, she turned to
watch the water filling the bathtub.

She had plans for tonight. No matter what, she was
going to get Trent in her bed, naked and damn it she was going to see about
reigniting that fire from earlier.
Which was why she was
taking a bath.
She’d shaved everything in need of a shave and now it was
all about getting ready to seduce the man.

Not that she was all that worried she couldn’t. She
was nervous though, very nervous. Mallory had never been one to initiate a
sexual encounter with a man before. She wasn’t the sort to demand what she
wanted, either. But, with Trent, she felt like she could explore that part of
her personality.

It wasn’t like she couldn’t be commanding. She did
it every day at work, but the bedroom was a whole other scenario. Fuck. What if
she was making a huge mistake? What if all she did was embarrass
herself
?

“So be it,” she muttered. So what if she
embarrassed herself. If it got her the best night of sex she’d ever had, which
she knew it would be, then she could survive some embarrassment.

Shaking herself out of her reverie, she dumped in
the bubbles and let the water run another couple of minutes. Slipping into the
warm water, she slid down into the tub and let out a breath.

She could do this. It couldn’t be that hard, right?
After all, the man was already interested in her. He’d told her that and his
body had definitely given proof. That had to make this all easier in the end.
Right?

“I’m going to drive myself insane at this rate.”
Pressing her hands to her face, Mallory groaned. She had to be over thinking
it. What she needed to do was calm down, find her happy place, and just let it
all happen. It would happen.

When she got out of the tub fifteen minutes later,
she dried off and then pulled on her robe. Slipping out the door, she went to
look for Trent.

Mallory found him in the living room staring out
the balcony windows, his back to her and the room. Taking a moment, she looked
her fill. The broad shoulders, lean waist and hips leading to an ass that
screamed for her to take a bite. Down his legs and then back up over him she
looked.

He must have heard her, or maybe seen her
reflection, because he glanced her way. The look he leveled her had her knees
going weak and her pussy clenching.

“Feeling better?” Trent slipped his hands into his
pockets.

“Yeah,” she whispered.

Apparently, that was all he needed to hear, because
he started moving toward her.
Slowly.
His every
movement seemed measured as he stalked toward her.

When he got close enough, Mallory’s body reacted to
everything about him. A low hum began in her belly as her nipples tightened.
Licking her lips slowly, she saw his eyes flick down to watch.

When he stood close enough, Trent put his hands on
her waist and pulled her closer to him.

Mallory was having trouble catching her breath.
Pressing her hands to his chest, she stared up at him in anticipation. She
didn’t know exactly what was coming next, but she didn’t care. He was there,
she was there and together they were going to do whatever felt right. Of
course, it would be nice if he did something other than stare at her. It was
really more than a bit unnerving.

“You are so beautiful,” he said.

Mallory felt her cheeks warm in embarrassment. She
didn’t do compliments well, never had, but from him it felt like so much more.
“Thank you. But you don’t have to do that.”

“Do what?” he asked.

“Compliment me.”

“What if I like complimenting you?
Because I do.
You get this hint of pink in your cheeks and
that’s just sexier than hell,” he said softly. Lowering his head, Trent brushed
his lips over her hot cheeks. “I like throwing you off balance, Mallory.
Makes me feel like I’ve got a chance.”

“What?” She whispered the question.

“Come on, Mal, you know what I mean,” he said
lifting his head to look at her. When she shook her head in confusion, he
lifted a hand to cup her cheek. “I’ve seen how men look at you. You don’t even
notice but, honey, if you even gave them half a second of attention, you’d have
them piling up at your feet in droves.”

She wanted to call him out on that, to say he was
pulling her leg, but she could see the truth in his eyes. He wasn’t lying to
her. “I never noticed,” she admitted. “But, Trent—” Pushing up to her toes, she
brushed her lips to his. “The only one I see and the only one I want is you.”

“Damn,” he said with a groan. “That is a damn fine
answer, woman.”

Mallory thought so, too. Smiling, she slid her hand
up to his neck pulled his head down to kiss him. He took over almost immediately,
which was fine with her. She was way out of his league at everything, so she
was more than okay with letting him lead.

A moment later, the tie on her robe loosened and
then his clothing brushed against her naked flesh. He lifted his head and sucked
in a breath as he looked down at her. She had the urge to cover up, but the
look in his eyes stilled her. He liked what he saw, which made her pussy throb
more, so much so she had to clench her thighs together in the vain hope of
stopping the sudden gush of liquid from her body.

Chapter Fourteen

Trent could barely catch his breath. Standing
before him, like a nymph sent to tempt him, Mallory was gloriously naked, save
for the robe caught on her shoulders.

Licking his lips, he laid his hand on her chest and
slowly slid it down. His eyes followed the path as he learned the petal
softness of her skin. She had a small smattering of freckles on her chest to
match the small dash over her cheeks and nose. He decided then and there he
would kiss each and every single one of them.
Later though,
much later.

Her nipples were drawing tighter, puckering hard in
the cooler air of the room and, he hoped, as reaction to his touch. Scrapping
his fingers lightly over the soft skin of her breast, he lazily circled her dark
nipple. “Mallory, I hate to bring this up, but I need to know. You’re not a
virgin, are you?”

Mallory sucked in a harsh breath, her chest pushing
up toward his hand. She gave a shake of her head. “No-no,” she stammered. “I
think…I just had a very unimaginative and unadventurous boyfriend.”

Taking it as a sign, he cupped the weight of her
breast gently and dipped his head. With a flick his tongue to the tight bud, he
took it into his mouth and sucked. He let out a groan at her taste, and gripped
her hips tight to pull her in closer to him as he feasted on her breast.

Her hands held onto his short hair as he growled
around her nipple. Nipping gently, he let it go when she jolted and moved to
her neglected breast. Sucking the nipple deep, he flicked it with his tongue
and began to back her up.

He wanted her in bed. Laid out like the feast she
was for him to devour.

Gently he moved her backward. Slipping his hands
off her hips, he grabbed her ass and squeezed before letting a finger slip down
to tease her. She was wet, sopping in fact, and his finger slid easily through
her cream.

“Trent,” she sobbed out his name, her short nails
digging into his scalp.

Smiling around her nipple, he let it go to lift his
head and kiss her. She kissed him back ferociously, just as starved as he was.
Growling low into her mouth, he teased the tight bud of her anus.

He caught the surprised gasp she let out and the
moan that followed. She liked the touch. Good to
know,
and something to keep in mind for later.

She practically clawed at him as he kept backing
her up, his finger moving from her pussy to her anus, a little more pressure
each time. Just as they reached her bedroom, he managed to slip the tip of his
finger in her ass. She jerked against him, her eyes going big before rolling
back,
her
voice a keening moan of pure need.

“Like that, do you?” he asked in a rough tone.

She just nodded as she chewed on her sexy bottom
lip. She was rocking her ass back, trying to get him to press in deeper.

“Have you ever had anyone touch you here?” he
asked, needing to know with a sudden desperation.

“Never,” she said breathlessly.

Good. “I’m going to take you here one day soon. I’m
going to slide my cock in deep and fuck your sweet little ass hard and fast
until you come so hard, you think you’ve shattered into a million pieces.”

“Oh, God,” she moaned, rocking her hips harder.

He slipped his finger in a little deeper and
watched the pleasure roll over her face. “You want that, don’t you?” he asked as
they stopped next to her bed.

“Yes,” she whispered.
She was
panting hard now, rolling her hips back and taking his finger in deeper.

“What do you want, Mallory?” he asked her.

“You, there.
Oh, God,” she moaned.

“Specifics, Mallory. I need to know you’re on board
with what I plan to do. Tell me what you want me to do to you,” he demanded,
pressing his finger deeper before he began to pump it in and out.

She let out a mewling sound as her nails dug into
his shoulders again. “Your cock in my ass, fucking me hard and fast until I
scream,” she said in little bursts.

Shuddering against her at her words, he kissed her
hard. Moving his finger faster, he sucked on her lower lip. She was close, he
felt it. He could push her over right then, or pull back and let her calm, only
to push her over once more.

He decided to let her come, she needed it and he
wanted to watch her as she did. Focusing on what he could feel, he changed the
pressure of his finger slightly as he moved it in and out of her ass. The angle
wasn’t ideal but he could probably make it work.

Her eyes went wide and her mouth gaped as she held
onto him tight. A low whimper sounded and she tried to back away from his
finger. But he wasn’t letting her.
Mercilessly he finger-fucked
her tight little ass, until she screamed and clenched the digit.

He kept it moving, slower now, to ease her through
the orgasm and then, very gently, withdrew it. Wrapping her in his arms, he
held her as she trembled and tried to regain her breath. “I have you, Mal. Just
breathe,” he whispered against her ear. “That’s it, honey. Just breathe.”

She let out a slow shudder as she came down, and he
pressed a kiss to her cheek. Sliding the robe off her body, he lifted her and
settled her on the bed. With a quick move he turned the bedside lamp on. He
wanted to be able to see her in the mid-evening gloom already darkening the
room. “Don’t move,” he told her before going to the bathroom. Washing his hands,
he grabbed a cloth and dampened it before returning to her.

Gently he rolled her and pressed the cool cloth
between her cheeks. “You’ll be tender later,” he said.

Mallory just watched him under low lids and smiled,
a blush lightly coloring her face. “I never knew,” she whispered, her voice
ragged from her scream.

“Did you enjoy it?” he asked smiling.

Her face got a little redder as she nodded shyly.

“Good,” he nodded with a chuckle. “It’ll be even
better with my cock,” he told her, watching her face carefully. He didn’t miss
the way her eyes went to his crotch or the slight look of trepidation that
flickered over her face.

“Hey,” he said. Tossing the cloth onto the
nightstand, Trent leaned over her and pressed his lips to her shoulder. “Not
tonight, Mallory. Not even tomorrow. You’re not up for that yet, sweetheart.
We’ll work at getting you there a little at a time. Then, when you are ready to
take me, we’ll do anything and everything you want.
All
right?”

Mallory nodded slowly, a shy look on her face again
before she looked into his eyes. She just stared for a long time before the
tension slid out of her. “Promise?” she asked with a smile curling her lips.

“You little minx,” he said with a laugh. “Yes, I
promise,” he chuckled.

Pushing off the bed, he tugged his shirt off over
his head and tossed it on top of her robe. He could feel her eyes on him as he
undid his belt and the buttons on his jeans. When he pushed them down his legs,
he heard the soft rustle of the bedding while she changed position.

The sharp inhalation when he straightened stopped
him, made him want to pose for her. He resisted.
Barely.

Her gaze was glued, wide-eyed, on his cock as it
filled with more blood and stood at attention. Her lips were slightly parted as
she stared.

Not that he minded in the least. She should feel as
comfortable with his body as he felt with hers. To that end, Trent moved back
onto the bed and settled down next to her, on his side, his head propped up on
a hand. Taking one of her hands in his, he uncurled her fingers and pressed it
to his chest. “You can touch me, Mallory.”