Urges: Part Three (The Urges Series Book 3) (9 page)

“
You
know what I mean.” I roll my eyes at him before unwrapping my
silverware.

“
Well,
I tried to resist at first. If you hadn't noticed, I
did
try
to push you away on several occasions.” He picks up one of his
fried shrimp and dips it into his little cup of cocktail sauce before
taking a bite and making a pleased moaning sound. “This is
good.”

“
It
is pretty good for being out in the middle of nowhere.” I stare
down at my deep fried soft-shell crab but don't move to dissect it.

“
It's
strange, you know. I didn't really see fear in your eyes when I tied
you up in my office, but I still wanted you. There was apprehension
there, but not fear.” He picks up his fork and stabs at one of
the quartered red potatoes on his plate.

“
I
wasn't afraid. I was just horny,” I admit.

“
But
that fear was definitely there in my basement, and how it turned me
on.” He keeps his eyes fixed on his food as he speaks. “You
were so hot.”

“
And
so were you until you told me to take the walk of shame.” I'll
never forget that for as long as I live.

His shoulders slump,
but he still doesn't look at me. “I've already apologized for
that. And I'll keep apologizing for it. It was wrong. I never should
have said it. I knew it was a horrible, nasty thing to say when it
came out of my mouth. But as I told you before, I was trying to
protect myself from the things I was feeling. Not just myself, but
you. I kept thinking about what happened with Charla. I didn't want
to take you to that dark place that I led her.”

It's understandable.
Knowing that his actions led to someone's death must be horrifying.
The idea of starting a relationship that could end the same way has
him feeling apprehensive. But that brings about a new set of
questions.

“
So
if you wanted to push me away because you were worried I'd end up
like Charla, does that mean you're just aggressively pursuing a booty
call right now?” I arch an eyebrow at him. If that's the case,
he just wasted both of our time. There's no way I'm going to put
myself in a position to get mind-fucked by him over and over again
until I do want to kill myself.

“
No.”
He shakes his head. “This isn't just a booty call. I do feel
something with you, something that I never felt with any of the other
girls. That's why I've been pursing you so vehemently.” When he
glances up at me, I can see the sincerity behind his eyes, and it
makes my stomach flutter. “What I feel for you is so rare and
precious to me that I'd go to the ends of the earth to pursue it.”

“
Wow.”
I've never heard a declaration of attraction quite like that before.
Talk about making a girl feel special.

“
And
I just want to fuck you again.” He cocks his head to the side
with a smirk that lets me know he's being playful.

“
You're
a brat. You know that, right.”

“
I
don't know about that.” His grin is infectious. “What I
do know though is that I'll do whatever it takes to make my
douchiness up to you.”

“
You
have a lot to make up for.” I grin at him over my plate. “But
this is a good start.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

“
You're
not really my type, you know,” I tell him.

We're standing
outside of the restaurant with our bellies full of food and wine. My
head is spinning, and my hormones are on overdrive. I'm not sure if
Trent has ever looked more attractive to me than he does right now.
While he's dressed down in a pair of faded jeans and a plain black
T-shirt, I'd really like to see him wearing nothing but the charming
smile he's giving me.

“
Oh?
You could have fooled me.” He nudges me with his elbow.

“
Not
physically.” I squeeze my eyes closed, realizing how horribly
rude that sounded. If he wasn't my type, I never would have let him
bang me in the first place. “I mean emotionally. You're leagues
away from what I usually go for.”

“
What
do you usually go for?” He walks me to my car and then lingers
next to it.

“
Normal
guys.” I have no idea how else to say it, and the wine has
chopped down my vocabulary to the most basic syntax.

“
Normal
is boring.” He wrinkles his nose at me.

“
I
know, but that's not what I mean.” I hop up and down,
frustrated with myself.

“
Then
tell me what you mean.” Trent reaches out to take my hands in
his. The warmth of his fingers sends desire coursing through me and a
blush across my cheeks. I'm instantly stabilized.

“
I
mean that,” I fight for the right words. “I know that
there are things you need. We've already discussed that. But there
are things I need to make me happy, too.”

He brushes a strand
of hair away from my face, and when our eyes meet, I feel like I
might melt right on the spot. I definitely had way too much wine.
“Tell me what you need, Fennel.”

“
I
need girly things.” I cringe at the stupidity of my words and
quickly try to recover. “I need romance and kissing and sex on
an actual bed.” That only sounded worse.

“
Sex
on a bed?” He grins. “I think I can handle that.”

“
I'm
not playing.” I slap at his chest weakly before resting my hand
there. “I get that you need to be in control. I do. But you're
really stingy with your lips and letting me touch you.”

“
Stingy,
am I?” he says in complete disbelief, but I know he's just
joking. “I suppose that's the first thing I can work on
changing.”

Trent's fingertips
graze my cheek, holding my face gently as he cranes his neck to kiss
me. When our lips meet, fireworks go off inside of my head, and I
know that he's won me over. Completely.

***

What he denied me in
his sobriety, he gives to me full force in his drunken state. I can
taste the wine on Trent's lips as he backs me up towards my bed with
a torrent of kisses. Somehow, it tastes better on his mouth than it
did coming from the glass. Then again, maybe I've just been waiting
for this for so long that everything in the moment is sweet to me.

My fingers fumble
with the hem of his T-shirt before I get a good grip on it and force
it over his head. Once his shirt is off, I work to unbuckle his
pants, but he grabs my wrists and brings them back up to his chest,
holding them in place there. It's his need to control me that's
taking over, the part of him that I'm struggling to come to terms
with.

“
Get
on the bed. I need to taste you,” he tells me before letting me
go. I can sense that he's trying his best to find a balance between
what I want and what he needs.

My eyes are all
hooded lust as I do what he tells me to, meeting his gaze as I take a
few cautious steps backwards, leaning over to pull my panties off at
the same time. Alcohol gives me courage, and right now I'm all sexual
energy and impatience. We could play the slow tease game, but I want
him inside of me. Nothing would feel better right now than to have
him pumping into me with the intensity that I know he possesses.

He follows my every
move, catching my panties when I throw them at him and tossing them
aside without missing a beat. As I crawl backwards onto the bed, he
follows. His head never makes it all the way up to mine though. By
the time I reach the pillows, he's hiking up my skirt and spreading
my thighs.

I bow my legs,
showing my desire for him. I've been wet ever since that first kiss,
but he probably knows that. If he didn't before, he does now.

“
You
want me so badly, don't you?” he purrs before bending to kiss
my inner thigh.

“
Don't
flatter yourself. You're the one who was chasing me, remember.”
I relax against the pillows with a satisfied grin playing across my
face. Everything feels heavenly, and he hasn't even gotten to my core
yet.

I close my eyes and
wait for the moment when his mouth connects to my sex, but it doesn't
happen. His weight shifts on the bed, and when I open my eyes again,
he's taking off his belt. Such a control freak. Only moments ago, I
was trying to do that for him. He must really enjoy denying me.

“
Give
me your hands,” he tells me once the belt is off, and he's
holding it precariously by the buckle.

“
No.”

“
No?”
He cocks his head back in surprise.

“
No,”
I enunciate the word.

“
Why
not?” He pulls the belt into his other hand so that he's
holding a length of it.

“
Were
you planning on binding my wrists?” There's no question in my
mind that he was.

“
Yes,”
he admits hesitantly.

“
Then
no.” I prop myself up on my elbows. “I don't want to be
denied the pleasure of touching you. I want to curl my fingers in
your hair and score your back with my nails. I wasn't able to do that
the last two times we were together. If you truly want me back, then
that's the price tonight. We're going to have to work on compromising
to meet each other's needs, and this is the start.”

I expect him to
argue with me, but instead, he tosses the belt to the side and
descends on my cunt so quickly that I cry out when his tongue deftly
swirls around my cleft. My hands slip into his hair as he
aggressively works his tongue against my clit, drawing my climax to
the surface so quickly that my entire body bucks from it. I choke on
my own breath as I watch him, as I feel the contractions race through
me and his warm wet, mouth working me over.

“
You
come so easily,” he moans into me.

“
It's
your fault.”

“
I
bet I can make you come all over my face a second time.” He
glances over my mound at me, and I can tell that he's smirking
without even having to see it.

“
I
bet you....ohhh God.” His mouth is on me before I can even
finish the sentence. My fingers curl into the comforter below us as
he sucks my clit up between his lips before nibbling on it gently.
“Just like that,” I pant. “Don't stop.”

He slides his hands
around my thighs and pulls me into him to the point that I worry he
might not be able to breathe. My lust is deeper than my concern
though, and I push my hips up to meet him, gripping the back of his
head and forcing him down, making sure he doesn't pull away before
I've had my fill. Within seconds, I'm shattering, crying out so
loudly that I'm worried my neighbors might hear. That shouldn't
matter though. I plan to get a lot louder with him very soon.

“
Jesus
Christ.” He pulls away, looking up at me in disbelief.

For a moment, I'm
embarrassed. Strangling him to death with my pussy was never my
intention, but a little payback never hurt anyone, especially after
what he put me through in his basement.

“
You're
fucking incredible.” His hard body rubs against me as he kisses
me so passionately that it feels like we might devour each other. If
anything, my aggression seems to have turned him on more. We savor
the taste of one another, and I explore the slick cavern of his mouth
with unadulterated glee. The damn alcohol has left me feeling all
giddy, and the fact that I'm about to have Trent the way I've always
wanted him, even more so.

“
Fuck
me, Trent. I need your cock inside of me.” I drag my nails down
his back in a warm up stroke.

He rests his
forehead against mine, catching his breath for a moment before he
rolls off of me and sits up. “Not tonight.”

“
Not
tonight?” It feels like my heart has stopped beating. What does
he mean not tonight? If he doesn't fuck me, I think I might die,
especially after that tease.

“
You're
drunk.” He puts his hand on my chest to force me back down
playfully when I try to sit up. “And so am I.” Trent
leans over me, brushing my hair away from my face, a tender gesture
to sooth the discontent stirring within me.