Junkie(60)

In that moment, my feelings were a hundred times stronger than any thought would ever be.

Still holding my hand, Trent stepped up close. The toes of his shoes bumped my sock-covered ones. He was like a furnace, a cherished heat source when you stepped inside from a cold, blustery day. His warmth wrapped around me, and I welcomed it into my pores.

The pad of his thumb stroked over the back of my hand, reminding me of the way I’d felt in the car when he’d done the same. My stomach tightened with anticipation, and I dragged in a ragged breath.

“Are you sure?” Trent murmured, his thumb doing that stroking thing again.

I nodded because, like I said, I couldn’t speak.

His free hand came up and rested on the side of my neck. The second he made contact, my eyes slid closed as I let myself feel the current of desire flowing down to my toes.

“Hey,” he whispered, and I met his hazel gaze.

He made this sound. A cross between a grunt and growl, the kind of sound a man made when he was completely satisfied, and then the distance between us was no more.

His hand tightened slightly at my neck the second our lips made contact. The first taste was soft and easy, tentative even. It wasn’t like I expected it to be. By the way my body was humming, I expected there to be some sort of electric surge.

But it wasn’t like that.

Not when we first touched.

It was this intense feeling of relief. Of finally finding the place I belonged.

I made a sound; I heard it somewhere in the distance. Trent covered my lips again, and I opened for him, fusing our mouths completely together.

Oh God.

Suddenly, the hand holding mine was gone and I was up against his expansive, hard chest. His arm clutched around my waist, holding me close, and the hand originally at my neck was now deep in the hair on the back of my head.

He kissed deeply, far deeper than I’d ever been kissed before. He had the size, he had the strength, and dear baby Jesus, he had the tongue.

My hands clutched at his waist, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I wanted to give as good as I was getting.

His tongue wrapped around mine, and I reached up to delve my hands into his hair, but his hat got in the way. I made a sound, and he ripped his mouth free, only long enough to rip the hat off and throw it away.

Then he was on me again, and I welcomed him.

I didn’t have to bend over to deepen the kiss. I didn’t have to hunch in around him, because he was bigger than me. All I had to do was grip his head and dive in.

What was supposed to be an experiment turned to desperation. The floodgate of feelings suppressed so long was now burst open, and I declared to never go back again.

Holy fuck, I was overwhelmed.

Kissing him was like seeing the ocean for the first time. Meeting something so big it made you feel small. It was like standing beneath a galaxy or being the red “you are here” dot on a map of the world.

It was like finally understanding the answer to an impossible question.

His lips were thick and soft. He used them to completely assault mine while his tongue stroked and fucked the inside of my mouth. His hair was short beneath my palms. I loved the way it felt. Different, but in a good way. Kind of prickly when I rubbed my fingers over the back of his head.

My knees went weak, and I actually (embarrassingly) began to sag toward the floor.

Trent was there. He tightened his grip on my waist, and I discovered I was right. He was a really strong net and with him I would never fall.

Our mouths made a slight gasping sound when we pulled apart. Or maybe that was just the pair of us trying to catch our breath.

Soon as he lifted his head, he spun and walked backward so I was pressed against the wall, so I had somewhere to lean. My chest was still heaving when Trent started to pull back.

“Wait,” I ground out, breathless.

He came back.

“Do it again.” My voice was so raspy I barely recognized it.

His lips, which were actually slick and swollen-looking, tilted up.

He wasn’t gentle or tentative when he came at me this time. This time he approached like the football player he was.

Honestly, it was probably good he’d put me up against the wall, because I’d never been with someone with so much strength before. I wasn’t prepared for the way he was able to bulldoze into me.

Been with someone… Was I with Trent?

The thought was fleeting because this time I was able to feel more than just an overwhelming sense of rightness.

Trent’s entire body rubbed against mine. I shifted, spreading my legs so his thigh could slip between them. His tongue curled around mine at the very same moment I felt his hard-as-steel dick against my hip.

My chest rumbled with pleasure. The sound caused me to still.

Did I just enjoy—no, revel—in the feeling of my best friend’s dick against me?