sureness of her words trickled through her body, giving her strength and determination. Fortifying her. It felt empowering to claim her desires, to state boldly and clearly what she wanted. It made her feel like a new woman. “I want to sleep with you.”
“Then I think we’re skipping ahead a few steps.”
“We are?” She tipped her face up to his.
“Yes.” He touched his forehead to hers, warm breath skating over her skin, hands sliding around her back. “We have to start with a sweet kiss.”
He brushed his lips over hers, the kiss so soft and gentle, it had no more weight than a memory. His thumb smoothed over her jaw, and Cora wound her arms around his neck. It was like sinking into a warm bath.
“Then something a little sexier,” he said.
This time when his lips met hers, the kiss was hot and open. Sensual. Exploratory. His tongue swept the inside of her mouth, and his hands tracked slowly down her back to the curve of her butt. He tasted warm and smooth, smelled like rain and salt and wanting. She melted into him, and it was like she was no longer a person, just a manifestation of her desires. She was liquid and floating, drowning in his kiss.
“What’s next?” she gasped when his lips moved to her neck, sucking, nipping, scraping. His chin was rough with stubble, and when he nuzzled the crook of her neck, it was like being showered in sparks.
“Body contact.” He drew her close to him, lining her body with his.
Everything was hard…everything. From the coiled muscles in his arms to his fingers as he kneaded her backside. To the hard ridge of his erection digging in to her belly. To his kiss, which was deeper and more and perfect.
“I like this bit,” she murmured as her head rolled back, letting his hands move over her.
He walked her backward until she hit a wall. No, not a wall. Glass. It was the back window, and she splayed her hands out behind her, palms sliding over cool smoothness as Trent kissed her again. His hips ground against hers and she let it happen, willed it to continue. Begged with her body to go further.
“Are we at the undressing part yet?” she asked, her voice ragged.
Trent laughed, and it was the most gravelly, growly, sexy sound she’d ever heard. “We can be if you want.”
She nodded, heart hammering in her chest.
“Can I do the honors?” He traced a fingertip along the line of her bra, and Cora thanked her past self for having the decency not to wear her “comfy” bra today. This one had a touch of lace at the edge and a little bow between her breasts, like the cherry on top of a sundae. It was sweet and it made her feel pretty, but right now she was sure she’d feel better with it off.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Please take it off.”
Trent palmed her through the lace and satin cups, squishing her boobs together and planting kisses in the line of her cleavage. The rough bristles of his stubble were fire against her delicate skin, but in the best way possible. And when his fingers found the clasp at the back—not fumbling and cursing like her ex always had—she almost sighed in relief when she was set free.
The roughness of his fingers was heaven against her hot skin, and her nipples beaded immediately under his touch. They were tight, aching. Like the inside of her belly and deepest part of her sex and her heart and her lungs. Everything was aching for him.
“You’re beautiful,” he breathed, lowering himself so he could take her breasts in his hands, thumbs flicking over her nipples. “Everywhere. All places.”
“Please,” she begged, not even sure exactly what she was asking for.
When his mouth closed around her nipple, she cried out, her voice drowned by the crack of thunder outside. Her body was a riot of sensations, cool glass at her back, hot mouth at her front. The weight of her shorts felt like too much, and the seam of the thick denim rubbed at her most sensitive part when she squeezed her legs together. She rocked back and forth, trying to get the friction she needed there.
His tongue and teeth and lips stoked the fire burning inside her, and when the heel of his palm slipped between her legs, mercifully giving her pressure right where she wanted it, she almost wept with relief.
“That’s it,” he murmured against her breast, pulling