Wet: Whispering Cove, Book 2 (9 page)

Her pussy muscles gripped him hard and his cock protested, demanding to be the one inside her. Breathing became difficult and it took all his effort to speak. “I need to fuck you now, sweetheart.”

Eyes full of want shot to his. “Please, T.”

There was a desperation in her voice he’d never heard before, and the tender look of intimacy on her face warmed his darkest corners and knocked him off balance. A surge of love rushed through him and his throat clogged.

When she slid her fingers through his hair, he lifted her from the chair and took her place. “I want you to ride me, baby.”

Katy wrapped her legs around him and he gripped her hips and guided her home.

Home. With him. Where she belonged.

She wiggled, wanting to impale herself, but he wanted to draw out the moment and savor it. Trent drew a steadying breath as he slowly drove into her and joined them as one. As they came together, they forged an intimate connection, one that went beyond the physical, one that took two broken pieces and made them whole again. He looked deep into her blue eyes and knew there was nothing he could ever do to sate his need for her. She’d taken up residency in his heart over a decade ago. She was under his skin, inside him, a part of him.

Katy’s mouth found his and she began riding him, long hard strokes that pushed him to the edge and tested his control. As he lost himself in her, body, heart and soul, he could feel the pressure building in her body.

Slipping a finger between them, he drew small circles around her clit, and could feel the pleasure resonating through her. Her beautiful breasts bounced with her every movement and color flooded her cheeks. A heartbeat later she took a shuddering breath and he could feel her liquid heat scorch his cock. As she came for him, he held her tight and buried his face in her neck, forcing himself to hold on because he needed to be inside her. Everywhere.

When her body stopped spasming, he lifted her from his cock, slid his hand around her back and stroked a shaky finger over her puckered passage. Her eyes met his and she whispered, “I want it too, T.” She pushed against him, trusting him with her pleasure and welcoming him into her body.

Trent glanced around and searched for a place to take her, wanting to make it as comfortable as possible for her.

“Follow me.” With a naughty look on her face, she grabbed something from the cupboard, gripped his hand and led him to the small break room off the kitchen. She threw a pillow onto the floor, dropped to her knees in front of the floral sofa and crooked her finger.

He sucked in air. The sight of her bent over that couch and opening her body to him had his cock spasming with pleasure. “Katy, Jesus…”

He dropped down behind her and pushed his hand between her legs. “I don’t have any lubricant, sweetheart.”

“That’s what the almond oil is for,” she said as she handed him the bottle.

He groaned, took the bottle from her and poured a generous amount over her back. It dripped over her curves, and he couldn’t believe how sexy she looked as it seductively slid over her sweet ass. He spread his palms over her back and massaged the oil in. She moaned in bliss as he moved closer and closer to her back passage, taking his time to prepare her properly. He gently squeezed a finger inside, and when he met with tight walls, he asked, “Katy, sweetheart, is this a first?”

When she nodded, he exhaled slowly, determined to make this good for her, and loving how open and honest they could be with each other.

He put his mouth close to her ear, needing to claim her and put his mark on her in a way he’d never marked another.

“Me too.” The truth was he’d only ever wanted to take Katy this way, only ever needed to be one with her like this.

“T.” Her voice hitched as his admission seemed to do something to her. She reached around and locked her fingers with his. “Please, T. I want to feel you inside me.”

“You’re not ready for me yet, baby.” Trent wet his dry lips and spent a long time playing with her ass. He worked in one finger, and then two, until her body beckoned his and her passion flared hot. Attuned to her needs, he continued to lubricate her with the oil, to ensure she was completely ready for him.

He positioned his cock at her opening and she wiggled backwards. “Baby, if this hurts, let me know and I’ll stop.”

Trent took his time, entering her slowly and savoring every inch. When her fingers curled around the cushions and she gave a little yelp, he stopped. He kept still while she got used to the fullness and, wanting to give her pleasure, slipped a finger around her body and lightly brushed her clit until it filled with blood. Soon she was moaning, and when he gave a gentle thrust and pushed past her ringed opening, her body relaxed for him.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured, and gripped her hips for leverage.

She began moving with him, encouraging him, meeting and welcoming each thrust. Soon the two were rocking in sync, each giving and taking, and coming together in a beautiful new way—a way they’d only ever experienced with each other. That thought turned him inside out, and created a new closeness between them.

Trent slid his hands around her body and hugged her to him. Moisture sealed their flesh together as he rammed home. Her breathing changed, became erratic, and he brushed his finger over her clit to guide her along. As her muscles tightened and she came for him, he drove deep and stilled. Closing his eyes, he released himself inside her as every feeling he had for her pulsed through his body and rose to the surface.

He stayed inside her, lying over her body until his cock grew flaccid. When he finally pulled out, he dropped down beside her and pulled her to him for a long, soul-searching kiss.

A long time later he inched away and she smiled. He ran the back of his hand along her flushed cheek. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

The emotions in her eyes touched his soul and he could feel himself hardening again when she said, “Maybe a little,” she admitted honestly. “But I know you would never purposely hurt me.”

As his heart pounded in his chest, and emotions tore through him, Katy yawned. Trent chuckled and gave her a hug. “Am I keeping you up?” he asked.

She laughed and pointed downward. “No, but I think I might be keeping you up.”

He kissed her mouth and pitched his voice low. “I can’t get enough of you, baby.”

“Yeah, but maybe we should get out of here before we lose track of time and the breakfast crew arrives and finds us like this.”

Basking in the afterglow of great sex, Trent climbed to his feet and hauled Katy up with him. They made their way into the kitchen and went in search of their clothes.

Katy winked at him as she scooped up her pile. “When you said you wanted to cook in my kitchen, you weren’t kidding.” She gave a low sigh full of contentment then glanced at the mess. “But now I’m too spent to finish up here.”

“Want me to help?”

She pulled on her panties and jeans. “No. Leave it. I think I have my menu figured out anyway.”

“Katy about this menu, do you think it’s a little too…sophisticated for the townsfolk?”

She shrugged. “It’s the kind of food I prepare on the show.”

He treaded gingerly, not wanting to offend her, but always wanting to be honest with her. “I know, and as much as I love your show, sometimes I think your menu is a bit too complicated for the average Joe.” He rolled one shoulder and added, “Hey, there is something to be said for down-home cooking.”

She frowned, and mumbled under her breath, something about her viewership.

“What?” He tipped her chin to bring them eye to eye, and wondered why she suddenly seemed so distressed.

“Nothing,” she said. “It’s nothing.”

“Katy,” he pressed, wanting her to share everything with him.

“Come on. I’m anxious to get home, soak in a bubble bath and crawl into bed with my favorite firefighter.”

“You’d better be talking about me,” he teased.

Katy laughed, stepped away from him and pulled on her shirt while Trent finished getting dressed.

He held his hand out to her. “Come on, I’ll walk with you.”

“You want to be seen with me?”

“I’m sure as hell not going to let you face the wolves yourself.”

She smiled. “Firefighter
and
bodyguard,” she teased.

Once they were dressed, they slipped out the back and took the gravel path until it led to the main road. As soon as they surfaced, cameras were directed at them and microphones were shoved in their faces. Jesus, he hated being thrust into the spotlight like this. Deputy Veinotte controlled the reporters as Trent and Katy kept their heads down and hurried along the street. When they reached her cottage, Trent guided her along the lane, stopped at the door and ignored the questions being fired their way from the street.

“Aren’t you coming in?” Katy asked.

“Don’t want to sully your reputation, lassie.”

She angled her head and grinned. “So what, now you’re a pirate?”

He gave her a wink. “If you want me to be. I’m sure I can rustle up a costume.”

She laughed, went up on her toes and placed a soft kiss on his mouth. “I think I’ll stick to my fireman. He’s quite good at putting out fires and I don’t just mean the ones in my trash can.”

When her smile faded, he brushed his thumb along her mouth, knowing what was going through that pretty head of hers. “Don’t worry, Katy. You’re safe here. Brody said the noise was from loose shingles. I fixed them this afternoon.”

Her eyes widened, emotions passed over her face. “You did? Why?”

“Do you really need to ask?”

With that he bent and kissed her with all the love inside him. When she kissed him back, the press taking pictures from the end of her lane, he knew in his heart his Katy had found her way home.

Feeling alive for the first time in a long time, Trent couldn’t wipe the smile from his face. He turned to leave, knowing it was time to take their relationship to the next level. A plan began to formulate, and as he warmed to the idea, excitement rushed through his veins. From here on out, when he wasn’t working, he was going to spend every moment with Katy, making love to her and proving over and over again just how good they were together before he moved forward with the rest of his agenda.

As he made his way back to the fire station, the paparazzi tight on his heels, he tried to ignore them. Except when someone hinted that Katy was back in town simply to create a buzz, and had found the perfect hero to help her become America’s sweetheart, he stopped in his tracks.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Trent demanded.

“Come on, Trent,” the reporter said. “Who doesn’t love a firefighter? A down-home boy respected by men and wanted by women. You’re exactly what Katy needs to draw interest and get her ratings back up.”

Trent fisted his hands and worked to keep his anger in check. He resisted the urge to hit the guy only because he didn’t want it to look bad on Katy. “Take a hike, pal.” Trent turned and reminded himself the guy was nothing more than the damned paparazzi trying to get a rise out of him.

“Yeah, well when the story breaks, we’ll see who’s going to be taking the hike and who’s going to be the one left behind.”

Trent’s stomach tightened as old, painful memories resurfaced. As he mulled over that worry, a seed of doubt blossomed inside him and his pulse kicked up a notch.

They had to be wrong. They just had to be. Katy said she had nothing to do with the media’s sudden appearance and he believed her. She was honest and caring and would never throw her small town into the spotlight for her own selfish reasons.

But as he walked back to the station, something began niggling in the back of his brain, something Katy had said that he couldn’t quite put his finger on…

Chapter Eight

Katy woke to the sound of seagulls squawking outside her window. She smiled as she recalled the last three days. She and Trent had hung out like old times, relaxing, chatting, cooking. They’d spent every spare moment they could together, sneaking around town, hiding from the paparazzi and making love every chance they could. Katy had never been happier in her life, not just because she and Trent had found each other again, but because of something Trent had said three nights ago when they’d made love at the restaurant, she’d finally figured out what she wanted to do about her contract.

After a restless night of thinking, tossing and turning, and planning for her future, Katy climbed from bed, dressed in her work wear and hurried to the restaurant. She’d scrapped her idea of introducing sophisticated gourmet food to the menu, thanks to Trent’s insight, and used the last few days to play with local recipes. As she glanced over the day’s menu, good old down-home cooking with a twist, she knew it was time to contact her station and put her plans into motion.

As excitement began building inside her, she jotted down a quick, bullet-point presentation, determined to prove to the network that she had what it took to increase ratings. It was time to put in a call and get the contract back on the table. Then, once it was signed, she needed to talk to Trent about what their futures held.

After her quick, succinct presentation, the network agreed to her idea, and immediately faxed the contract for her signature. Katy spent the rest of the day desperately trying to focus on her work. The day flew by far too slowly for her liking and she counted down the minutes until she could see Trent, to tell him about her newly signed contract and her exciting new ideas.