Playing with Fire (14 page)

On the ride back to the motel, Noelle
closed her eyes and reveled in the feel of Trent running his
fingers slowly up and down her thigh. “Tonight was fun,” she
murmured.

“Yeah, I think they like
you.”

Noelle laughed, “I barely talked to
Damien, but Avery is great.”

Trent grinned at her. “Damien told me
he likes you because I was willing to just hand out at night
instead of taking off for the clubs.”

“When is the last time you
went?”

Trent pursed his lips. “I’m pretty
sure it was the first night I saw you.”

“Do you want to go to a
club?”

He shook his head. “Not really. It was
losing its appeal. And I would rather spend my nights with
you.”

Noelle arched her eyebrow at him. “You
make that sound like a sleepover.”

“Not yet, but maybe someday
soon.”

Noelle found it hard enough to resist
him as it was, but the idea of taking it further was almost too
tempting to stop. As much as she wanted it, she knew she wasn’t
ready just yet.

She smiled slightly. “Maybe
someday.”

Trent walked her to the door when they
got back to the motel. The rain let up to a slight drizzle. Noelle
shivered in the cool breeze.

“Do you want to come inside for a
little bit?”

Trent wrapped his arms around her and
it helped take the chill off. “Are you sure that is
safe?”

Noelle nodded. “Yeah, I’m sure. Are
you sure you can control yourself?”

Trent nodded. “I told you I wouldn’t
do anything you don’t want me to. You’re safe with me as long as
you want to be.”

Noelle took his hand and unlocked the
door. She turned on one of the small bedside lamps, giving the room
a soft glow. She eyed the two chairs near the table, and then the
bed. As much as she knew it was less tempting to sit away from him,
all she wanted in that moment was to have his arms around
her.

She kept her grip on his hand and led
him over to the bed. “Now don’t go getting any ideas in that sexy
head of yours.”

Trent held up his other hand and shook
his head. “I wouldn’t even think about it. You run the
show.”

Noelle arched a brow and gave him a
seductive grin. “You better hope all that power don’t go to my
head.”

She pressed her free hand against his
hard chest and slowly moved it across the cotton of his shirt,
until her fingers traced the pulsing vein in his neck. He let out a
low groan and his fingers flexed tighter around hers.

Noelle released his hand to move hers
to his well-shaped pecks. With a confidence she didn’t know she
had, she playfully pushed him backward until he was sitting on the
bed in front of her.

She molded her hands against the
outline of his strong shoulders and then back to his neck. Finally,
she lowered herself until she was sitting next to him.

Her fingers stroked his neck again and
Trent turned his head so she was able to lengthen her caresses. His
skin was warm to her touch, making the place where she met him feel
like an inferno.

Noelle leaned in closer and followed
the trail with her mouth. Softly, slowly, she planted feather light
kisses up his neck to his ear, where she playfully nipped at his
earlobe.

Trent’s skin tasted of salt and the
hint of his cologne. It was sinfully delicious. As she kissed her
way back down to his collarbone, Noelle let her tongue join the
fun, leaving a damp path in its wake. Goosebumps appeared across
his honey brown skin and he flexed his hands around her
waist.

“Lord, woman. Whatever you do - don’t
stop.”

Noelle’s laugh was husky as she
whispered in his ear, “Now, now. Remember, I’m the one in control
tonight. You just enjoy.”

He swallowed visibly and nodded. “Oh I
will, don’t you worry about that.”

Noelle pushed him back onto the bed so
he was reclined against the plush pillows. She stretched out beside
him and slowly untucked his shirt from his pants.

The temperature in the room seemed to
escalate as soon as she came in contact with the faint dark brown
trail of hair that went from his navel to an unseen destination
below his belt. She felt empowered when his breathing quickened,
knowing she could have that effect on him.

She was propped on her elbow, but kept
her head down and her eyes on her hand, afraid to look him in the
face out of fear that he would see her lack of prowess.

Almost as if he knew, Trent gently
commanded, “Noelle, look at me.”

She shook her head and continued to
move her hand under his shirt. She moved from his navel to run her
fingers across his side and over his back. Even there, the muscles
were well sculpted and firm.

“Noelle …”

“Shh.”

She scooted closer to him and lowered
her head so it was resting in the crock of his arm. He kissed the
top of her head and the gentleness of it made her close her eyes to
lock in that feeling.

Her heart pounded in unison with his
as they both anticipated what the next touch or kiss might be from
the other. She moved her hand back to his chest and the smoothness
of his skin.

Trent put his hand over hers and
whispered her name again. Finally, she dared to raise her eyes to
his. In their brown depths, she saw the same fire she felt. In that
moment she knew he would be a passionate lover.

“I’m sorry.”

He jerked his head back slightly. “For
what?”

“For teasing you like this. I can’t
help but want to touch you, but I really have no clue what I’m
doing.”

He gave a soft chuckle. “Mi amor that
felt damn good to me.”

Her eyes widen in surprise.
“Really?”

Trent nodded. “Yes, really. Every time
you touch me it feels good. I don’t know that I’ve ever wanted a
woman as much as I want you.”

Her heart blocked her throat, making
it hard to speak. Finally, she coughed slightly and hesitantly
admitted, “I … I want you too.”

Those dimples of his appeared in the
soft lighting and she didn’t stop herself from touching one. Trent
nuzzled her fingers and kissed their tips softly. Noelle glided
them along his damp lips and the sensation it sent through her
gravitated to her femininity.

She moaned when his tongue darted out
to play with her fingers. Her held her hand to his mouth and kissed
her palm, her wrist, and down the inside of her arm. The feel of
his slight chin stubble against her delicate skin increased the
pulsing in her body.

“Oh, that feels real nice. I never
knew a kiss on the arm could be so damn erotic.”

Trent smiled against her skin as he
continued to kiss. “I think I can teach you a lot of damn erotic
places to kiss.”

She sucked in her breath and her heart
skipped at the sensory overload at all the possibilities. “When you
say things like that, it makes it very hard to stop.”

“Do you really want me to
stop?”

Noelle was startled by the immediate
answer she gave. “No.”

They stared at each other for a
moment; the only sound in the room was that of their breathing.
Trent groaned and singed her lips with the fire of his kiss. She
could do nothing but open her mouth to his and cling to his
shoulders for support.

His fingers snaked their way through
her hair to the nape of her neck, where he gave it a gentle tug.
She gasped at the urgency of it. Instinctively, she arched her
chest toward him and offered him her neck.

His kisses burned into her flesh,
branding her in a deep place no man had ever touched. She held his
head to her as she clenched her hands into his hair.

Trent’s powerful arm wrapped around
her waist and he effortlessly maneuvered her until she was lying on
top of him. She stretched out along the length of him and marveled
at the way they fit perfectly together.

His hand cradled her derriere,
pressing his evident desire against the front of her thin skirt.
She wiggled her hips against him and caught her breath at how such
a small movement had such an impact.

Noelle tried to suppress a moan by
biting her lip, but it felt too good to stop. “Please touch
me.”

“Where do you want me to
start?”

Already her mind was dizzy with lust;
it took everything she had to shake her head. “Everywhere …
anywhere.”

Trent shut his mouth over hers again,
taking her moans and mingling them with his. His hands moved up the
back of her shirt and within a second the fabric was up around her
chest. His fingers outran the goose bumps as they raced across her
skin.

Noelle was surprised at the way her
hips automatically began to gyrate against him. His arousal grew to
the point that she was nearly certain it would break through the
zipper on his pants. She reached out and fumbled to unbuckle his
belt and relieve the strain.

“Ah, Noelle.” He nuzzled against her
ear, sending a new wave of shivers throughout her body.

“Did I do that right?”

He nodded and his nose tickled her
under her ear. “Yes. I don’t think there is a wrong way for you to
touch me.”

As he sipped at her neck, Noelle
lowered her head and her eyes fixed on his loosened waistband, the
half-open zipper…

“Can I touch you there?” she asked,
suddenly bold.

Trent pulled back until they were
looking into each other’s eyes. “As long as you look at me when you
do it. I want you to see what your touch does to me so that you
never doubt it again.”

She nodded, never dropping eye contact
as her fingers navigated their way past the fabric of his pants.
Hesitantly she caressed the cotton of his boxers and his eyes got
heavy.

She paused for a moment, until his
member twitch under her touch. Slowly she ran her hand along the
length of it and her eyes got wide at the size of him. The thought
of feeling him inside her made it hard to resist tearing off their
clothes and jumping right on.

Noelle squeezed gently and Trent let
out a groan. She leaned forward and kissed him. Her tongue mingled
with his and she mimicked the stroking of their tongues with the
stroking of her touch. Trent caught her tongue in his and sucked
gently, nearly sending her over the edge as she got damper by the
second.

Her fingers slipped through the
opening on his boxers and the feel of skin on skin was like a drug
as her mind got foggy to the outside world, yet it also honed in on
this moment.

His member slid through the opening,
allowing her a better hold. He was warm and hard against the palm
of her hand. Slowly she slid her thumb over the tip and gasped at
the hint of moisture there.

“Noelle, mi amor, you’re going to make
me explode if you keep doing that.”

She couldn’t help the seductive tone
when she whispered against his lips, “Oh, really?”

Trent growled. “Two can play this
game.”

Before she could guess at what he had
in mind, he had her on her back. Her skirt landed just above her
knee, but his hands easily pushed it higher.

Slowly his fingers tickled the space
between the back of her knee and her outer thigh. He used his teeth
to pull the bottom of her shirt up over her breasts. Her nipples
protruded through the thin silk of her bra, letting him know her
arousal was just as strong as his.

Trent’s hand moved to the front of her
leg, and his thumb taunted her inner thigh. He teased her, nuzzling
his nose back and forth over the hard bud of her nipple. He lapped
at it through the silk, leaving a damp reminder when he moved to
the other breast.

His thumb moved closer to the center
of her femininity until he caressed the dampness of her panties. At
the contact, Noelle jumped and gasped.

Trent’s mouth returned to hers and his
kisses this time where slower, gentler. “Noelle, has anyone ever
touched you here?”

Here
was the place where his thumb threatened to take her over the
edge. He pulled back to look her in the eyes and she shook her
head. “No.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

Again, she shook her head and
repeated, “No.”

He nodded. “If you want me to stop say
the word and I will.”

All she could do was nod as he
increased the pressure. She raised her hips slightly at his urging
as he removed her panties and then her skirt.

Noelle felt exposed under his gaze and
instinct was to cover herself but when he shook his head, she moved
her hands so they were clenching the bedcover.

Trent caressed her with his eyes and
hands. At first the movements were slow and intoxicating, until the
tempo reached a fevered pitch and Noelle was nearly certain she was
about to explode into a billion little pieces. In the next instant,
everything did erupt as her climax overtook her and she yelled in
release.

The embarrassment was almost
immediate; she’d never had an orgasm before that moment and the
magnitude of it was overwhelming. She tried to duck her head, but
Trent wouldn’t let her, instead he cupped her face so she was
looking at him.