Wet: Whispering Cove, Book 2 (6 page)

Trent let loose a long sigh and replied soberly, “Maybe on some level I did.”

“I guess Freud would have a field day with you too.”

He spun her around to face him. “What?” he asked.

The second she glimpsed the raw need on his rugged face, her heart began pounding and they both knew there’d be no running away for either of them this time. “Nothing. It’s nothing,” she assured him.

She breathed in his scent, and as the air charged, he lightly brushed her hair from her shoulder. His fingers scorched her flesh and she shivered in response to his touch.

His gaze panned her. “Cold?”

“Not really.”

For a long time, quiet fell over them, and when haunted eyes locked with hers, she could see his struggle. Then she saw something in him give and heard the ache of longing in his voice when he said, “Katy, are we really going to do this?”

“Maybe we should, Trent. Maybe it will help get me out of your system,” she said, hoping for just the opposite, hoping shared intimacies would help them move beyond the pain of the past and put them back on the path they were meant to travel.

He dropped a soft kiss onto her forehead, and exhaled. “Baby, there is nothing I can do to get you out of my system.”

She smiled, his words like a healing balm to her soul. She’d come home to see if Trent could ever forgive her, and as she stared up at him, she felt the shift inside him. Everything in his words and the way he was looking back at her told her they were on the road to recovery, moving on to the future. “Trent.”

“Yeah, baby.”

“I think you should kiss me.”

And kiss her he did.

He dipped his head and pressed his mouth to hers, parting her lips with his tongue. His kiss was soft, gentle and so achingly familiar and tender that it became her undoing. A tremble moved through her and her entire body shook from head to toe. When he felt her quake, the kiss grew more feverish, more demanding.

Katy moaned and pushed harder against him, savoring every second, every touch. He adjusted his body and a low growl sounded deep in his throat as his cock pushed into her belly. The sudden rush of sexual energy boiled her blood and she too moaned without censure.

Trent broke the kiss, pulled her T-shirt out from her jeans and ran his warm hands over her flesh. She palmed his muscles and ripped at his clothes, desperately needing to see him naked. He peeled off her top and bra, then stepped back to remove his own shirt.

As he exposed his upper body, her glance raced over him, registering every detail of his broad shoulders, hard abdominal muscles and tight, lean waist. “You’re beautiful…” she whispered, taking pleasure in the hard man before her.

Trent’s mouth curved as he pulled her back to him, and the feel of skin on skin, flesh on flesh, made her hunger for so much more. Desperately needing to touch every inch of him, she released the button on his pants and slid down his zipper. Trent sucked in air when she slipped her hand inside and wrapped her fingers around his cock.

“Oh Jesus,” he moaned, and pushed against her.

“Speaking of hoses,” she teased as she gave him a light squeeze.

Trent laughed and gripped her ass hard. “What’s the matter, Katy? You have another fire you need me to tend to?”

She grinned and stroked him harder. “As a matter of fact…”

“Let me see what I can do about that.” His lips crashed down on hers as he backed her up, closer to the edge to use the ocean as a romantic backdrop. He briefly pulled away, grabbed the blanket and laid it out. Then he dropped to his knees and dragged Katy down with him.

“As a professional, my first course of action is to assess the situation.” He slipped his hand into her jeans and stroked her cunt.

“Oh God,” she murmured.

“Oh yes, I can see how this kind of fire can blaze out of control if I don’t give it my full attention right away. Now lie down for me.”

Body quivering with need, Katy did just that. She writhed on the ground, aching, needing, as she crooked her finger and gestured him closer. Moonlight spilled over them as Trent slowly pulled her jeans off and tossed them aside.

With a wicked grin on his face, and lust flashing in his eyes, he sat back on his heels, and lightly stroked her pussy. Widen for me, baby.”

She spread her legs and impatience thrummed through her. “T,” she murmured. “Please.” God, if she didn’t have him inside her soon she was going to go up in a burst of flames. “I need you inside me.”

His eyes darkened and emotion fractured his voice when he said, “There’s something I need to do first. Something I’ve wanted to do for a long time.”

With that, Trent bent forward and brushed his tongue over her cunt, the heat of his mouth searing her clit and fueling her need. She tossed her head from side to side then glanced up at the stars as white hot desire claimed her.

Oh Lord, she needed this, needed him in ways he couldn’t possibly understand, ways that went well beyond the physical. No matter what Trent thought, she’d never stopped wanting him. Never stopped loving him.

“Please,” she begged.

“Is this what you want, baby?”

Trent pressed his lips hungrily into her sex, and their moans of pleasure mingled as he parted her folds and kissed her long and hard. Her flesh began tingling and blood flowed hot and heavy through her veins.

Katy gripped the blanket and arched into him. A whimper escaped her lips. Good God, no one knew how to touch her body quite like he did.

“Jesus, I’ve missed the taste of you,” he murmured from between her legs. She slid her fingers into his hair and held him to her. His hands gripped her hips, his fingers biting into her flesh as the desire in his eyes turned her inside out.

His tongue ignited her blood to near boiling, and she could feel pleasure building in her body. His mouth moved faster, his tongue scraping her clit as he trailed one hand lower and inserted a finger.

He growled low. “You’re so wet,” he whispered, and she could tell he was fighting for control.

He worked his fingers inside her, brushing the tip over the sensitive bundle of nerves as his other hand slid over her skin. Heat radiated from his hand and he touched her in places so deep she thought she’d died and gone to heaven. His thumb brushed her clit. Pressure began building inside her and her toes curled when he flattened his hand on her stomach and held her down, clearly wanting her at his mercy.

She was close. So close…

“That’s my girl,” he said. “Come for me, Katy.”

She gave a low erotic whimper and pushed against him. “Oh, T,” she cried out as her orgasm hit hard. He pinned her with his hand as she clenched and vibrated and rode out the pulsing waves of ecstasy. She reached for him, to pull him to her, but he stayed between her legs and lapped at her hot flow of release until he drank in every last drop.

He tipped his head, and when his eyes met hers, her heart hammered. She needed him again. Needed him inside her. Needed to join them as one.

He quickly peeled off his pants, slid up her body and settled on top of her. She reveled in the weight of him pressing down on her. His skin glistened with moisture and the intensity in his gaze was as frightening as it was exciting.

Desire twisted her stomach and her pussy ached to feel his hard cock pumping inside her. Warm hands carrying the scent of her sex brushed her damp hair from her forehead, and he shook his head when he said, “Do you have any idea how crazy you make me?”

She smiled, loving that he still cared for her, that he still wanted her in ways she wanted him. Katy widened her legs, trailed her hands over his body until she cupped his firm ass.

“About as crazy as you make me, I believe.” She bucked forward and his cock breached her opening.

He clenched down on his jaw hard, and groaned. “What about protection?”

“I’m on the Pill.” Despite that, she’d never had sex without a condom before. She never trusted anyone with her body the way she trusted Trent.

As if he’d read her mind, he brushed his thumb over her mouth and whispered, “And I’ve never ridden bareback with anyone but you, sweetheart.”

When his dark eyes fixed on her, a fist squeezed her heart. She recognized that look. It was the same look her father had given her mother—a look that spoke of love and longing. “Trent?”

“Yeah, baby?”

“If you don’t do something soon about the flames building inside me, this place is going to go up like an inferno. Then the entire fire department will show up. Including Adam. And if Adam shows…”

“Katy.”

She tilted her chin bringing them face to face. “Yeah?”

His mouth curved enticingly and he looked so damn sexy it made her dizzy. Once again her body trembled. Almost violently.

“Shut up and kiss me.”

She parted her lips for him and when his mouth closed over hers, he drove his cock all the way up inside her. Katy gasped at the stab of pleasure and widened her legs even more as he sank into her wet heat.

“Katy, Jesus, you feel so good,” he whispered into her mouth and stroked a tender caress over her cheek. His hips began moving, his cock sliding in and out, in and out. “I’m not going to last, baby. I can’t. It’s been too long.”

“Same here,” she murmured as pressure mounted, gathering in her core and spreading onward and outward until pleasure danced in every nerve.

“It’s only ever been this good for me with you,” he admitted, and she knew exactly what he was talking about. Sex with him was perfect. Everything with him was perfect.

As basic elemental need took over, they held each other tight. She met each thrust, grinding herself against him and begging for more. Suddenly feeling frantic, crazed, she began burning up inside as he impaled her, harder and deeper, giving her his cock, but also giving her a piece of himself.

As she, in turn, gave herself over to him completely, he drew a labored breath, and slipped a hand between their bodies. He stroked her clit once, twice, and that was it. The world around her disappeared, and no longer could she hear the waves, the ocean or the trees rustling in the breeze. All she could hear was Trent, and the deep, needy moans coming from his throat as he made sweet love to her.

He threw his head back and drove harder, and she sensed he was seeking release, but also sensed, like her, he was seeking something else. She knew this encounter wasn’t just about sex, not for her and not for him.

Everything in the way they were touching was more emotional, less physical. Every stroke, every pump was about finding each other again, about regaining what they’d lost and melting away those painful years of longing.

“I want to feel your come inside me, T.”

He pinched her clit and that’s when she lost it, giving herself over to the sensations pulling at her. Her muscles clenched and tightened, and as her hot cream poured over his shaft, he stilled and let loose a long groan.

His cock pulsed, and he buried his face in her neck as he splashed his seed high inside her. He stayed there for a long time, until they both came back down to earth. A moment later he slid off and snuggled in beside her. Silence ensued as they basked in the afterglow.

Finally Katy tipped her head and smiled at him. “I really needed that.”

He grinned, slipped a finger between her legs and stroked her pussy. “Are the flames gone, baby?”

“Yes,” she said. “But I suspect it’s only temporary. I believe there might still be a few embers smoldering.”

Trent laughed. “You’re insatiable.”

“You make me that way.”

“And you make me crazy.”

She rolled in to him and gripped his cock, the love she felt for him churning inside her. Trent gave a contented sigh as he drew the blanket around them, but she knew the night was far from over.

They still had ten long years to make up for. Her mouth found his again, and as they exchanged a soft, lingering kiss, her hands roamed over his body. Before long they were making love again, and sometime throughout the night when the camera crews had dispersed, they made their way back to her cottage where they showered and fell into each other’s arms again and again. After lovemaking, they cooked together and talked about old times until the wee hours of the morning.

They whispered quietly until both finally fell into a restful sleep, and when Katy woke, she reached for the man beside her. But when her hand came up empty and she found her bed cold and unoccupied, she jolted upright, her heart racing.

Chapter Seven

Trent hated to walk out on Katy while she slept, but he was needed at the firehouse and didn’t have the heart to wake her. She’d finally fallen asleep near dawn and looked so happy and contented he thought it best to leave her and let her get caught up on her rest, especially after all the energy they’d exerted throughout the night.

He’d left her a note on her pillow, in much the same manner he used to years ago when he would slip through her open bedroom window, spend the night cuddled up in bed next to her, then sneak out before her parents surfaced.

Just thinking about those times brought a smile to his face. But thinking about the past also had him wondering about the future. Not once had Katy brought up Chicago, or her job. They’d talked long into the morning and Trent had made numerous attempts to discuss her career, her life in the city, but she’d always redirect the conversation.