Dangerous Secrets (12 page)

Her eyes darted up to meet his gaze before
skittering back down. “Anywhere?” she
asked,
her voice
breathless once more.

It would likely kill him, but he gave her a nod.
“Anywhere,” he said for clarity’s sake, since he was pretty damn sure she
hadn’t even noticed his nod. Rolling onto his back, Trent tucked his arms
behind his head and bent the leg furthest from her up.

Sitting up slowly, Mallory kept her hand on his
chest as she looked him over. “Trent?” she said his name with a definite
question to it.

“Mal, I’m yours, just as you are mine. You need to
be comfortable with me, too, in all ways, especially here in the bedroom. So
touch, lick, stroke,” he said softly. “I’m yours to play with, so go to town.”

She was nodding, her tongue darting out to wet her
lips as her fingers curled to scrape her nails over his chest. He had no idea how
long he’d be able to withstand her inspection, but he’d hold out as long as he
fucking could.
For her.

Chapter Fifteen

Where to start? Mallory had Trent laid out, naked
and built like a Greek god, bronzed and buff on her bed. Her body was humming
with need and her mind was shorting out from the visual pleasure. But she
wanted to touch him, learn his massive body and discover what pleasured him. Oh,
where the hell to start?

A quick look to his face and she could feel herself
centering. He watched her curiously and waited with so much patience. Had it
been her, she’d have been squirming from the word go. Not Trent, though.

Taking a deep breath, she knelt beside his hip and
pressed her hands to his chest. He was warm, hard, and so damned sexy. Sliding
her hands up slowly,
she
mapped his shoulders, before
moving down to his pectorals. Brushing a finger lightly over one of his dark
brown nipples, she bit her lip to hide her grin when he jerked and hissed out a
breath.

He was sensitive there, like her. Good information
to have.

Very lightly, she slid her hands down over his abs,
tracing all the dips and rises as he sucked in his gut. Moving her hands back
up, she frowned at the jagged scar over his right rib cage. Following its
length, which ended near his lower back, she shot him a look.

“Knife attack,” he said with a lazy shrug.

Her eyes went
wide .
“Knife?” she managed to squeak out.

“It was a really big knife.”

Running her fingers back up along the scar, she let
out a breath.
Yeah, a really big knife.
Leaning in,
she pressed a kiss to the top of the scar and slowly kissed her way as far as
she could along it.

Then, since her lips were on him anyway, Mallory
worked her way to his abs. Slipping her tongue out she tasted him and hummed in
pleasure.
Salty and masculine, tasty.
Doing it again
because she could, she lapped at his eight
pack
,
working her way ever lower.

His cock twitched, bumping into her breast as she
continued. His breathing sped up. Smiling, Mallory shot Trent a look and found him
watching her intently. She liked that look on his face, the intense focus.
Continuing down, she kept her eyes locked with his as she brushed a kiss to the
seam between his pelvis and thigh.

He sucked in a breath and his cock leaped.

Lifting her head, Mallory went up and over his
cock, ensuring she let out a slow breath as she passed over and then brought
her mouth down on his other side. Nipping at the sensitive skin between his hip
and thigh, she slid her tongue over the spot.

“Mallory,” he growled at her.

“Yes?” she asked, licking her lips slowly. She felt
moisture sliding down her inner thigh at his sexy growl. Damn, she’d never
known a simple sound from a sexy man like Trent could make her feel so naughty,
so right.

All that got her was another growl as he shifted
his hips. Giving him a wide-eyed look, she tipped her head, knowing her hair
would brush over his cock.
“Problem?”

“What are you doing?”

Good question, she actually didn’t have much of a
clue, but she liked it. “Well,” she said. Scraping her short nails on the
inside of his thigh, she knelt between his legs. “I’m exploring all this
gloriously naked and tanned flesh you have. I do have a question for you though.”

“Ask.” He bit the words out. Trent was sounding a
little tense, so she turned her thoughts to ways of relaxing him.

“How is it you don’t have any tan lines?” she asked
with a grin growing on her face. Looking to him, she was amazed to see that now
Trent was blushing slightly. “Trent! Do you sunbathe in the nude?” Mallory
strove to sound shocked, but knew it sounded amused more than anything else.

“Maybe,” he muttered.

No maybe about it. No tan lines meant he definitely
sunbathed in the nude. But did he do it out in his yard where the neighbors
could see or was he a tanning bed sort of guy?
No, not a
tanning bed.
He was too confident with his body. He’d just strut out
into his yard, flop down and let the sun do its work. Damn, that was a sexy
image, one that had her squirming as another flood of liquid slipped from her
pussy.

Blowing a soft breath over his cock, Mallory watched
his body tense as his member jerked. He was back to watching her from under lowered
lids. Moving close to his cock, she licked her lips again as she looked to the
hard length of flesh. The head was broad, narrowing slightly, before widening
out for the base. He had very little hair between his legs but not from
grooming. He must come by it naturally, since it didn’t appear to be kept in
any particular fashion.

He also didn’t seem the sort to worry about such
things.
Which made her question why she was even worrying, or
wondering about it.

“Mallory,” he said her name, jerking her attention
back to him. He had his head canted to the side slightly and was frowning. “Are
you all right, sweetheart?”

“Yeah,” she said with a nod. Chewing her lip, she
figured she might as well admit she had next to no clue what she was doing.
“I’ve uh, well, you see...” she said with a wince.

His chuckle was soft and amused. “Mal, you can’t do
anything wrong. Do what feels natural. God, just do anything you want.”

Right.
Sure. She could do
that. No pressure.
Yup.
All good.

Damn it, she’d been doing okay up until she’d
started to think. Thinking was obviously very bad. Licking her lips again, she
reached out and wrapped her fingers around him.
Or tried to
anyway.
Holy hell, he was bigger than she’d thought.

Sliding her hand up, she nearly whimpered when she
saw a bead form at the head of his cock. Leaning in, she caught it with her
tongue and let out a moan of pleasure.
Salty and all Trent.
Letting her eyes slide shut, she stroked her tongue over the bulbous head of
his cock again, lightly rubbing at the slit as she tasted him.

His low moan had her eyes popping open to find him
with his head thrown back on the pillow and his hands clutching at the bedding.

Maybe she did know what she was doing.
As long as she didn’t think.
Listening to her gut, she ran
her tongue over him again. This time she rubbed the tip of her tongue under the
head and watched as he tightened his hold on the covers.

Oh my, very interesting. Blowing a light breath to
the damp head, he cursed and bucked. Okay, okay, she could work with all of
this.

Closing her eyes, she took the head into her mouth
and sucked, moaning as another drop of come slid over her tongue. Sucking it
down, she took him in a little deeper, working on him like a
popsicle
.
Suck, release, suck, release and then a little swirl with her
tongue.

As she began to bob her head, she stroked her
fingers over the veins of his cock, learning his shape and texture by touch. He
was so soft and yet hard at the same time.
Amazing and
perfect.
And all hers.

With lazy abandon, she trailed her fingers down his
cock and to his balls. Peeking through her lashes, she watched him as she took
him in deeper while cupping his ball sack gently. He was tense, hanging onto
the bedding for dear life and muttering to himself. Giving his balls a tiny
squeeze she sucked harder on his cock and she let out another moan.

His reaction wasn’t what she’d expected, not in the
least.

Chapter Sixteen

She was killing him.
Slowly and
with the greatest of sensual intent.
For someone that apparently didn’t
know what to do, Mallory had an uncanny natural talent. But when she cupped his
balls and sucked him deeper Trent knew he was in deep, deep shit.

He was about to explode and he didn’t want that to
happen until he was buried deep inside of her sweet pussy. So he did the only
thing he could. Sitting up, he pulled her off his cock, flipped them over and
pressed her down into the bed with his body as he kissed her hard and fast.

He could taste himself on her lips and, normally,
that would have been a turn off for him. But this was Mallory. Nothing about
her, or with her, could likely turn him off. Not when he wanted her as badly as
he did.

She slipped her arms around his neck and held him
to her tight.

Groaning, he slid his hands along her body,
brushing his thumbs against her breasts. He loved how lush she was, curvy and
perfectly built for him.
Soft where he was hard and so
responsive to his every touch.
Just a brush to her skin had her
shivering in need and pressing closer.

With a light touch, he spread her legs to settle
between them, his cock rubbing over the slick heat waiting for him. Rocking his
hips slowly, he rubbed his length over her clit. Each move elicited soft whimpers
and low, needy moans from her throat.

“So beautiful,” he whispered against her lips as he
lifted his head. Sucking in a deep breath, he brushed his fingers down her
cheek.

She was flushed with color, her eyes holding a soft
look as she stared up at him. “Trent?”

“What is it?” he asked.

“Need you, please,” she begged.

Pressing a hard kiss to her lips, he pushed up off
her. “I’m not going far,” he said when she grabbed his arm.

Only to his jeans.
Snatching them up, he dug in the pocket and pulled out the condoms he’d
tucked in there while she’d been bathing. Pulling one off the strip, he tossed
the other two onto her nightstand and tore into the one in hand. Rolling it up
his cock, he crawled back onto the bed with her, pressing a kiss to her belly
before settling back down over her.

“See, not far,” he said with a smile.

“I didn’t even think of that,” she admitted
quietly.

“I did, so don’t fret. I’ve been thinking about
getting you exactly like this since we woke up together so, I grabbed a couple
and pocketed them, just in case,” he said, shrugging.

She chewed on her lip as she looked up at him. “Not
sure if I should be upset by that or eternally grateful.”

“Grateful, go with grateful,” he advised, rocking
his hips slightly.

“Mm, so grateful,” she said softly. Spreading her
legs, she lifted them to hook around his waist, her hot entrance rubbing over
his cock. “I’d be even more grateful if you’d do something with that, please.”

“That?” he asked, his lips curling more. “To what
that might you be referring to, sweetheart?”

The color in her cheeks was adorable. The squirming
she did nearly pulled his mind from his question.
Nearly.

Leaning his head closer, he brushed his lips to her
cheek. “Mallory, just say what you want. Be blunt, be bold, be dirty,” he encouraged.
Trent wasn’t sure she would give in and just tell him to fuck her or not. But
he really, really wanted to know.

He could hear her breathing pick up speed. Short,
sharp gasps as she curled her fingers deeper into his shoulders.

“All right,” she finally
said,
her voice very soft.

Surprised, he lifted his head a little to meet her
gaze and waited.

She stared at him and then lifted her chin
slightly. Licking her lips, she took a deep breath and held it for a moment
before letting it go. “Trent,” she said. “I want you to slide your magnificent
cock into my throbbing pussy and fuck me already. Quit teasing and, for the
love of God, make me scream.”

Stunned, he blinked down at her.

“Blunt, bold and dirty enough for you?” she asked.

“Uh, yeah, that’ll do,” he said with a grin.
Laughing softly, he kissed her, and as she’d demanded, he pressed his cock into
her sweet little pussy, enjoying the feel of the hot, wet hug she gave him.
“You should really remember that in here, where it’s just us, you can say
anything you want.” Nipping at her lip, he pulled out and then thrust hard,
enjoying her low moan and the way her eye lids fluttered as she seemed to lose
focus on him.