Run Wild (28 page)

Trent thought of the many women in his past who’d tried for more than a physical connection. He hadn’t shot them down out of some inability to express his feelings. He hadn’t been ready to settle down. There was nothing more complex about it than that. But with Natasha, she not only shot him down the moment their flirting bordered on anything more serious, she had run. When she’d returned it hadn’t been straight to him, but to try and show him she could prove her father’s innocence without him.

Maybe she didn’t want him seeing her true nature. Trent was curious about what had helped make the woman Natasha was today. But he cared more about sifting through the layers and gaining her trust. He was almost certain, however, he was seeing her true nature when she looked up at him with a very satisfied smile.

Natasha stroked his cock and rubbed his precum over the tip with her thumbs. She knew what she did tortured him and felt real damn good. He would have to show her how releasing her own pleasure, letting go and giving him control of her body would truly get her off and bring them closer together. Right now Natasha seemed to think the only way she would gain pleasure was if she gained control.

He shifted his weight once again, adjusting himself over her until he knelt and looked down at her half-naked body. “It’s time for these to go,” he said, and slid his fingers inside her unzipped jeans.

Trent lifted her ass off the couch as he tugged her jeans down her hips.

Natasha’s lips puckered into an adorable pout. “I do know how to undress myself.”

“Do you? Then let’s see you do it.”

She smiled as he leaned back and stood. Trent doubted she knew the pain he endured moving. His cock damn near weighed half a ton. And his balls were so swollen it was a challenge maintaining his balance.

Natasha squirmed, shaking her ass, as she shoved her jeans down her legs. Then pointing her feet toward the ceiling, she reached for the ends of them and started pulling her jeans off.

The first view he had of her pussy damn near did him in. She was shaved, her bare flesh matching the color of her legs and stomach. When she kicked her jeans to the floor, then pulled her socks off, too, her legs parted and so did the lips between them. His cock swelled even more, the tightness inside him burning like a fever swelling and spreading beyond his control. He would be able to control his need for her. Natasha looked up at him knowing she was torturing him into madness. What she didn’t know was that his level of restraint was a lot higher than she gave him credit for. Trent would withstand the pain and torture all night if it meant truly seeing her come, and the look in her eyes when she realized she’d given herself to him.

“Damn, sweetheart.” His voice was rough. He could barely speak.

Trent took her bare legs, spread them, and lowered himself between them. Then pushing the coffee table out of his way, he knelt next to the couch and tasted her.

“Oh my God!” she wailed, instantly bucking and hitting his nose with her pelvic bone.

Trent placed his hand on her smooth flesh and didn’t feel stubble. “You’re so smooth.”

Trent doubted Natasha would like being compared to a filly, but that was what crossed his mind. His beautiful, incredibly sexy lady was just like a high-trotting filly, believing no man could break her. He didn’t want to break Natasha, but he would tame her as he worked toward creating that world of trust she would eventually live in with him.

Goddamn! He was seriously considering keeping Natasha with him for the long term.

He wanted that trust, her submission, her willingness to look to him with her questions as well as with her answers. Trent wasn’t blind enough not to see that meant he wanted the real deal, a full-blown relationship. For right now, he would simply enjoy the moment. And damn, it was one hell of a moment.

“Do you like it?” she whispered, sounding raspy.

Trent stared up at her, caught her watching him, and grinned as he buried his tongue inside her.

“Uh-hum,” he groaned, then lost himself in a feast better than any he had ever remembered having.

Trent didn’t mind hair on a woman. But Natasha’s being smooth, her pussy obviously cared for, appealed to him more than he knew it would. He spread her open, tapped at her clit with his tongue, and was ready this time when she tried bucking again.

Trent would have spent the rest of the evening right where he was. The moment her body stiffened, though, and her hands lashed out, reaching for him blindly, his cock jerked, demanding to release just as she was about to do. He concentrated, keeping his body in check, and pushed Natasha over the edge.

“Trent!” she howled, scraping her nails over his shoulders, then moving her hands and grabbing the sides of his head. “Crap, Trent!” she wailed even louder.

It was a damn good thing he didn’t have neighbors. He had a feeling Natasha relaxed and let go without inhibitions because they were alone. She lashed her head back and forth, then finally stared down at him. She almost looked surprised.

Waves of pleasure swarmed through her system. He imagined she hadn’t come this hard in a long time, possibly never. His entire face was suddenly wet as fresh come soaked him and flooded her entrance.

But it was the look of surprise, the way she stared down at him, her lips parted and her eyes wide, that convinced him more than her howling.

“That’s how you let go, darling,” he praised her, grinning, then licking her come from his lips.

“Why didn’t you say you just wanted me to come?” she asked breathlessly.

Her cheeks were flushed, her black hair tangled around her face and falling over her shoulders. She was breathing hard, damn near panting. Trent was quite sure he’d never seen a more beautiful sight in all his life.

He smiled, seeing her stubbornness to admit how well she’d just surrendered. There was a glint in her eyes, defiance, if he had to guess, that said quite clearly,
Just try and make me admit it.

“I prefer making you come,” he told her, then moved over her, kissing her until he was sure his world would explode.

Everything he did with Natasha he wanted to do forever. Was it because he worried it wouldn’t last forever?

And why was he so certain he wanted something with Natasha to last forever? Maybe her continued defiance would grate on his nerves after a while. He already knew he would never get tired of making love to her. But he also knew incredible sex, or unbearable lust, wasn’t enough to make a relationship last. What he didn’t understand was why the thought of her taking off again almost made him sick to his stomach.

Now wasn’t the time to dwell on what might or might not happen between them. He broke off the kiss and Natasha wrapped her arms around him, pulling him down for more. She was such a sensual kisser, her lips soft and her movements slow, intense. Trent knew the real woman, under her façade of toughness and determination to make the world submit to her, was an erotic creature. Probably very few had ever drawn that side of her out.

At the moment, however, Natasha didn’t seem in any hurry to continue their lovemaking. He would give her all she wanted in the doses that she wanted it. His cock throbbed, heavy and hungry for the warmth he already knew was soaked and ready for him.

“Sweetheart,” he murmured against her lips. “You’re killing me.”

Her laughter was melodic as she released him. “Are you suggesting I’m controlling your actions?”

He growled, giving her a look and enjoying the satisfied, smug expression she offered in return. Natasha stretched, catlike, and spread her legs. As open an invitation as any.

Trent damn near stumbled over his coffee table when he turned, found his jeans, and pulled his wallet from his back pocket. There wasn’t any doubt in his mind Natasha would have some comment about his ready and waiting condom, but at least he was prepared without having to head to his bathroom and pull out the box he’d purchased just the other day.

“Save that from high school?” she teased.

“Um-m, no,” he grunted, sheathing himself. He took a moment to stare at the vision of beauty draped across his couch.

“As long as the date hasn’t expired.” Her eyes glowed in amusement.

“Nothing about me is expired, darling,” he drawled, and moved over her.

The moment the tip of his cock pressed against her entrance he couldn’t have continued their conversation if he’d tried. Natasha’s heat wrapped around him. There was a magnetic pull about her, a force so strong he slid inside, feeling her moist walls crush against him and drag him deeper.

His eyes rolled back in his head and he braced himself, keeping his arms straight as he pressed his fists into the couch on either side of her. If he’d been thinking, he would have carried her to his bed.

Next time, he promised himself, and lost even the ability to think about that further when he filled her.

“You feel,” he began, his voice sounding foreign to him. “So good,” he managed, and realized he was clenching his teeth as he spoke.

“Give it to me fast, and hard,” she purred.

When she scraped her nails down his arms a fire ignited inside him. Trent was burning alive from the inside out, the craving he had for this woman so incredibly strong it overpowered all cognitive thought. He’d give Natasha the world right now if she’d asked for it. And all she whispered was her desire for fast, hard sex.

It was a no-brainer and one he willingly fulfilled.

Trent lost himself in Natasha. She was incredibly tight. It was a common belief with most men that a woman who was small, tight, who suffocated a man and drenched his cock as he made love to her, was a woman desperate for sex and who seldom got laid. Trent knew better.

Natasha wasn’t shy. She knew what she wanted in life and took it as she saw fit. He wasn’t so conceited to believe this sensual creature underneath him didn’t have a line of men eagerly awaiting just one look of interest from her back in L.A. Which was why he wanted her to stay in Weaverville. He would analyze his reasons behind wanting her with him later.

When he was sure Natasha would drown him, offering the most pleasurable end to his world as he knew it, he managed to open his eyes and focus on her. He straightened, feeling the burn in his arms from holding his weight in place and driving into her with a fury he hadn’t released in ages. His dick didn’t want to stop. He wanted the burn, not only in his arms but also throughout every inch of his body. He wanted to feel the fire she’d created inside him raging forever.

But as he stared down at Natasha something hit him. She was washed in a glow from perspiration. Every inch of her body was flushed. Her hands were on her breasts, kneading and tugging them. As he watched she pinched her nipples. Her breath came in quick, hard pants. He took in the firm, ripe contours of her body, the smooth curve of her hips fading into her narrow waist. Her stomach was flat, almost concave, but rose and fell rapidly, and was taut with each breath.

It was her face, though. The raw carnal desire flushed in her expression and drew something forward from deep inside him. Trent was positive he was seeing something more beautiful, more breathtaking, than he’d ever imagined a woman being. Natasha was lost in their sexual exchange. He had pushed her over the edge once already. But now, seeing her as he did, he knew he stared down at the real Natasha. It drew forward instincts he’d always known were there, but until this moment they’d been dormant. An incredible possessiveness, the raw, unexplainable but very real need to mark her in some way so everyone, including Natasha, would know she was his, filled him so completely it made him dizzy.

He stared at the woman he would make his.

Gone were the layers she’d built to protect herself from the pain life had thrown at her. There was no mask showing only the image she wanted the world to see. As strong as she was, as finely tuned as her body was, and as captivating and stunning as she appeared every time he saw her, at the moment all he saw was her inner glow. When she looked up at him and smiled, Trent’s heart began beating harder. There was no challenge. She didn’t look at him like he might be her adversary. Her grin made her eyes glow and her cheeks flush. Trent smiled back and it broke the spell. Natasha looked away, blew out a breath, then closed her eyes and hummed as she continued playing with herself. Once again, her mask was in place.

Trent didn’t push to get the moment back. He had seen inside Natasha and knew she had feelings growing for him. Let her keep her mask for the moment. In time, he would get her to lower it for him permanently. For now, they would enjoy amazing sex.

“Look at me.” Trent watched her lashes flutter but her eyes remained closed.

She continued breathing hard and playing with herself. Her pussy constricted around his cock.

Trent sank deep inside her, almost pulled out, then slowed their lovemaking. Natasha kept her eyes closed but her body trembled. He was torturing her as much as himself. When he drowned again in her heat, she clenched around him even tighter, as if pulling him deeper into the depths of her womb. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out.

“Darling, open your eyes.”

Her lashes were long and black. She’d worn some makeup earlier, but there was no sign of it now. When her lashes fluttered, her breathing changed. She took slow, deep breaths and moistened her lips.