Page 46 of Crossing the Line (Whitecap)

“Don’t worry,” he said with a grin, having seen the fear on my face. I was sure I looked like a deer caught in the headlights, but in that moment, there was the veryrealconcern of being impaled to death. Funny thing was, I couldn’t help but think that that was theperfectway to go.

“I’ll take care of you, Sawyer. I promise you’re going to love every minute of what I’m about to do to you.”

His left hand reached down to squeeze his length, stroking upward to the very tip where he twisted his wrist before traveling back down. His balls hung heavy between his thighs. He looked like a living canvas. A perfect work of art of the male form, standing naked in my bedroom.

In his other hand, he revealed a condom I hadn’t seen him pull out. Bringing the foil packet to his mouth, he ripped it open with his teeth and made quick work of sheathing himself.

“On your knees, baby. Facing the headboard.” His tone was gentle and thick like the purest honey, but there was no denying it was a command he expected me to obey. And I did. Happily.

Flipping over, I faced the headboard and lifted up on my knees, placing my palm in the pillows stacked at the top of the bed. A shiver trickled up my spine when the mattress depressed with his weight, and a second later his lips brushed across the left globe of my ass.

“Sexiest ass I’ve ever seen,” he rumbled against my skin, placing a kiss on the small of my back next. “Sexiest back.” Another kiss, this one just a bit higher up.

He continued to talk as he kissed his way up my spine. “Best fucking legs in the world.” He complimented my arms, my hair, my breast. Hell, he even complimented my shoulders as he kissed each one, curving himself over my back and rubbing his length between my slick folds.

I’d never felt so beautiful in all my life. It was a miracle I’d been able to hold myself up, because I felt like I was melting. I was the ice and he was the flame being held up to me.

He finally reached my head, snaking his arm around and taking my chin in his big hand, forcing me to look back at him. “And those eyes,” he murmured. “Fuck me, I could get lost in those eyes forever.”

Oh God. I felt like I was going to cry again. My chest shuddered as I pulled in a breath and whispered, “Trent.”

“You ready for me, baby?”

I’d never been more ready for anything in all my life. “Yes. Now.”

Still curled around me, he tipped his hips back until the head of him notched into place, then he drove in, both of us crying out at the shock of coming together completely.

“FuckingChrist,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “Knew you’d fit me beautifully.”

His size was overwhelming, almost painful, but still the most intense pleasure I’d ever experienced. The way he filled me completely, stretching me nearly to my breaking point, brought something to life inside of me I’d never known was there. I felt wild, nearly feral.

“You okay?” he panted over my shoulder, and I could feel the strain in his entire body as he struggled to keep himself in check, holding back. I didn’t want him to do that. I wanted him tolet goand join me in the beautiful, wicked, destructive tempest we were creating together.

“I’m perfect,” I said on a purr. “But I won’t stay that way if you don’t start moving.”

He didn’t make me say it twice. Grabbing hold of my wrists, Trent brought them to the headboard and wrapped my fingers around the top of it, threading his through mine to keep them in place.

“Hold on, baby.”

That was all the warning I got before he pulled out to the very tip and slammed back in. Over and over, fucking me the way I’d wanted, the way I’d craved and begged for. His cock pummeled me, a driving force between my thighs, and It. Was.Perfect. In no time at all, that desire he’d been building inside me reached its peak. That pressure coiled so tight I thought it might destroy me once it finally snapped.

The headboard banged against the wall, a muffled thud that echoed each driving thrust and animalistic grunt that fell past his lips. I was so wet I could feel it dripping down the inside of my thighs.

My walls began to quiver, my moans turning into higher-pitched whimpers as I grew closer and closer.

“I feel it, Sawyer. You’re like a goddamn glove. Let go and give it to me.”

I did as he ordered, shattering into oblivion, coming so hard I saw stars and the edges of my vision began to blur.

I was dangerously close to blacking out, but I couldn’t allow that to happen. I wanted to experience ever single second of this. My world exploded in technicolor as one release fed into another. Each time I crested one wave, another would sweep over me, pulling me beneath the surface until my lungs were screaming for oxygen.

“Fuck yes. Fuck, baby. That’s it. I’m coming,” Trent grunted before burying himself deep and coming on a groan he muffled in the back of my hair.

Chapter Twenty

Sawyer

The seconds tickedinto minutes as we gently drifted back down to Earth. The air in my bedroom was humid, thick with the smell of sex and sweat.

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