“Seriously? You make me rush to the door, then say we’ll talk later? Just tell me what you want.”
Okay, I can do this. I’ve been around plenty of barely dressed women in my life and it hasn’t been a problem. I just need to stay focused on why I came here.
“I thought we should talk about all this tension between us,” I say. “I’d like us to find a way to be around each other without getting into an argument.”
“I don’t see it as a problem. We really don’t argue that much.”
“We have been recently. And it’s getting worse.”
She cocks her head to the side. “What’s your idea to make it better?”
“I haven’t come up with one. That’s why I’m here. I think we should discuss it together.”
“Or we could try harder not to argue.”
“I don’t think that’s going to work. I don’t have a solution, but we have to come up with something.”
“Maybe we shouldn’t spend so much time together.”
“Is that what you want?”
“Doyou?”
“I was hoping it wouldn’t come to that, because I really like spending time with you. But when I’m around you, I feel all this tension. And I know you feel it too.”
“So what do we do?” She bites her lip, drawing my attention to her mouth, making me want to kiss her.
I knew I should’ve left. The moment I saw her in that towel, I should’ve left. I still could. I could walk away. Go back to my apartment.
“Why aren’t you saying anything?” Trina asks. “I thought you came here to talk.”
My heart’s pumping hard as I fight with myself not to do this. It could make things worse between us. Complicate our already tense relationship.
She rolls her eyes. “If you’re not going to talk, you might as well—”
I yank her into my arms and kiss her. I deepen the kiss as I go into her apartment. I shove the door closed and back her against it. She’s gasping for breath as I kiss her neck and reach under her towel. Her eyes fall shut as my hand moves up between her legs. She sucks in a breath as I slide a finger in her, then add another.
With my other hand, I tear open her towel and it falls down around her. Her back is arched and she’s gasping for breath as my fingers move in and out of her. She’s so wet. So ready. My cock is throbbing, needing to be inside her.
I hurry to undo my belt while Trina unzips my jeans. She shoves them out of the way and takes my cock in her hand. I groan, loving the feel of her touching me. I lift her up and hold her against the door. She takes my cock and positions it between her legs. I push inside her, slowly at first, then sinking in deep. She breaks from the kiss, breathing hard, her eyes on mine. It’s so damn sexy, seeing her look at me that way. I stay buried inside her and grip her ass. She tightens her legs around me and wraps her arms around my neck. She’s ready for a ride, and I’m about to give her one.
I pull out, then sink back into her. I keep it up, going at a steady pace. She’s telling me how good it feels, begging for more. I love that she’s a talker. I don’t need the encouragement, but it turns me on to hear her say those things.
“Oh God,” she moans. “I’m so close.”
I pound into her, going faster, my cock swelling inside her.
“Yes!” she cries out, her head falling back.
I keep going, finally letting go, the feeling rocketing through me so strong I can barely hold on to her.
When I lower her to the ground, my arms give out, falling to my sides. I rest my forehead against hers and look into her eyes. “That wasn’t the plan when I came over here.”
She laughs a little. “It worked. I think the tension between us is gone.”
“Maybe that’s what we needed.”
“Told you,” she says with a smirk. “We just needed to have sex.”