Katy swallowed. “Hey yourself.”
A long pause, then he pushed off the doorjamb and took a predatory step toward her. “Looks like you might need a hand.”
Katy sucked in a breath as her body pulsed. Okay, so maybe he did want to sleep with her.
Chapter Five
Trent’s gaze raced over Katy’s shapely contours as he took two long strides toward her and quickly closed the distance between them. The sight of her beautiful, naked body evoked a myriad of sinful thoughts and bombarded him with primal hunger. It was that raw hunger that threatened his last vestige of control. But he needed that control. Without it, he’d never be able to fuck her and get her out of his system.
As he hovered over her, his cock ached and pressed so hard against his jeans he was certain it was going to burst through the zipper. He bumped against her body, and the heat of her flesh combined with the tang of her arousal, teased the desire rising up inside him.
Oh fuck, how he wanted her…
Without preamble, he grabbed Katy and drew her close. He slid his hands along her back, splaying his fingers wide as he pinned her to his body. She gasped when she felt his cock press hard against her stomach. He brought his mouth close to hers and tasted the sweetness on her breath.
She struggled against him. Surprised by her response and wondering if he’d read her wrong, he inched back. He wanted her but he certainly wasn’t going to act on those urges if the feelings weren’t mutual. “What is it, Katy?”
“I’m all tied up,” she murmured in a low seductive voice that had his body moistening. He looked over her shoulder and noticed the tangled belt.
He arched a brow. “And?”
“And I…I want to touch you.” The need in her eyes did something to him, and the fact that she wanted this as much as he did touched him on a level that made breathing damn near impossible.
Trent took a moment to gather himself, then shook his head from side to side as wild and wicked ideas pelted him like warm summer rain. Instead of releasing her, he slid his hands down her sides, and in a bold move tightened the belt even more.
Her eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and pleasure. “Trent…?”
He pitched his voice low. “Yeah, Katy?”
Color crept up her neck. “What…what are you doing?” she asked, and he could sense her mounting desire.
“Well, if you must know.” He grinned down at her. “I want you at my mercy.” With that, Trent drove his knee deep between her legs. “Now widen for me.”
She immediately obliged, and he didn’t miss the intrigue in her tone when she said, “I’ve never seen this side of you.”
“I’m sure there’s a lot you don’t know about me anymore.”
The lust in her voice nearly pushed him over the edge. “Why don’t you show me?” she suggested as the sultry heat in her eyes raised his blood pressure to dangerous proportions.
Trent stood back and looked at her. Jesus, he couldn’t believe how much he liked seeing her like this. So needy, so hot, and so goddamn aroused it was going to take every ounce of strength he possessed not to erupt at first contact.
Impatience raced through him. He ached to kiss her, to pull her taut nipples into his mouth, to drag his lips over her flesh and to tongue her sweet, silky cunt the way she liked. Yeah, he knew what she liked, and knew how exactly how she liked it. Trent knew all her sexy secrets, and God help him, he was about to fulfill them.
“T,” she murmured.
His body tightened, and the sound of his nickname on her lips instantly erased the last ten years and brought them to a deeper level of intimacy. Something inside him gave and he felt like he’d been sucker-punched.
“Katy…”
She wet her lips, and the needy look on her face was so potent, everything inside him reached out to her. Desire danced in her eyes, and the way her body beckoned his became his undoing.
Yeah, his plan was to fuck her. Long and hard. Until he got her out of his system. But when she called him T, then parted her lips and welcomed him home, his entire brain shut down, complicating his mission. He cleared his throat, rattled by the emotions she brought out in him.
Her face suffused with color and her breathing changed. God, he loved how she responded to him.
“T, please.”
The impatience in her voice and the way she looked at him with such need and desire pushed him over the precipice. His lips crashed down on hers. As he pillaged her mouth, his body screamed go, but his last working brain cell screamed stop, warning him that sleeping with her was a bad idea. A totally, fucking stupid idea, because once he did his world would never be right again.