The Infamous Ellen James(48)

I lightly touch my lips with my index finger as I reminisce about the last time Trent kissed me; I can still feel his warm, supple mouth on mine.

My face is beaming as I glance up to see Trent walking towards me. His blue eyes are tender and taking me in. His demeanor is sweet and loving as he flashes a grin in my direction. Trent comes up beside me and pulls me in for a gentle hug. My cheek is pressed against his chest as I inhale his scent. He's sweet and spicy with an undertone of sexiness. Like ginger, cedar, and clean laundry all rolled into one.

"Are you sniffing me?" Trent laughs into my hair.

"Yes, I'm sniffing you. I could just sit here and sniff you all day long. You're like a combination of Christmas, sex, and rugged, manly hotness."

Trent starts to laugh harder as he pulls me in tighter.

"God, you crack my ass up, little spitfire." He leans back and looks into my eyes, gently brushing strands of my auburn hair out of my face. "Do you realize how much you make me laugh? You're so damn adorable and yet, you manage to be ridiculously sexy at the same. Do you even know how much you turn me on? I've been walking around in a constant state of blue balls since the other night when our date was interrupted."

I stand up on my tiptoes and press my lips to his. "You're making me fall in love with you."

Did I really say that? Fuck, I said that, didn't I?

I close my eyes in anticipation of Trent's response. Alcohol sure has a way of making me lay out all of my feelings.

Fucking feelings.

Stupid, fucking feelings and my stupid emotional inner monologues…

"Open your eyes, Ellie." Trent's husky voice and sweet breath washes over me. I slowly open my eyes and the expression on his face nearly knocks me on my ass.

He's beautiful.

His face is warm and embracing every part of me. He's drinking me in with every blink of his eyes, almost like…like he feels the exact same way. He looks like he's falling hard, too—falling faster than he has ever fallen before.

"I'm falling in love with you too, sweetheart. I know you're scared, and I know the shit that dickless douchebag put you through has you doing everything in your power to never go through something like that again, but I'm not him, baby. Don't run from it. Fall with me. Be with me, Ellie. I want to give you every part of myself. I want to be the reason you wake up every day with a smile on your beautiful face. God, Ellie. You own me. You fucking have me by the balls and I don't even care."

No one has ever said anything to me like this. Trent just laid everything out there.

All. Of. It.

He just jumped. Put himself out there without even knowing how I would take his words. The words that just took a giant piece of my heart and held it hostage. The words that just sealed my fate. The very fate that includes loving Trent Hamilton, because right now, I do…

I love Trent Hamilton.

I grab Trent by the back of the neck and sharply crash my lips to his. He pulls my hips closer as our tongues entwine. I'm attempting to show him just how much he owns me through this kiss, because Trent Hamilton owns me. He owns every single part of me, and I don't think I'll ever recover from this. I know there are unknowns about our future. Trent is just supposed to be temporarily in Charlotte, but I just can't seem to find the strength to care about this huge dilemma. I'm melting into this kiss, this wonderful, awe-inspiring, toe-curling kiss.

Trent pulls back, trying to slow his breathing. "Ellie, Let's go. Let's get out of here. I can't wait a second longer to be inside of you."

Yes, let's go. Right. Now.

And with that statement, I grab Trent's hand and quickly pull him back into the clubhouse that is already set up for a nice dinner. A dinner that Trent and I will most definitely not be attending. I walk towards our assigned table and see James and Amy sitting down, still visibly enjoying each other's company.

"Hey, James, I need you to take Amy home tonight, okay?" I ask, unable to ignore the ridiculous grin that is spreading across Amy's face.

"Yeah, no problem." James slides his arm around Amy's shoulder.

"What's got you two kids in a big rush? You heading home to play hide the salami?" Amy questions unabashedly. I hear Trent chuckle behind me and feel him pull my hips back toward him. He is harder than stone and causing my body to tremble from his close proximity. My panties are already wet at the feel of his cock against my ass.

"Don't worry, Amy. Ellie and I are going to do more than just play hide the salami. I'm taking her back to my place tonight and you probably shouldn't expect to see her until late tomorrow, if not the day after that." My insides clench at the mere idea of having more than twenty-four hours to be with a very naked Trent.

"Bye, Amy! Bye, James!" I yell behind me as Trent hurriedly escorts me out of the clubhouse and toward his truck. He quickly helps me inside and practically peels out of the parking lot.