I ran my fingers through his hair, and he tilted his head, groaning. “It scares me sometimes when I think about how much I love you,” I said.
“Believe me, I know the feeling.” He chuckled softly, and then his lips were back on mine.
He didn’t take nearly as long removing his clothes as he had taking off my dress. Not that I was complaining. But then he teased me relentlessly with his mouth and fingers until I was a writhing mess beneath him. Every single time he touched me, no matter how small, it was pure euphoria, but he’d never touched me like this before.
I loved every second of it, and I craved more. I needed more as badly as I needed my next breath, and I was positive I’d die if he stopped right now. Were these enhanced sensations because we’d been depriving ourselves of each other for weeks? Or was this simply because he was my husband now and that made this all the more intense?
His breath was hot against my neck as he slid inside of me. I cried out, my fingernails digging into his back. Planting his hand next to my head, he pushed himself up just far enough to gaze down at me, and suddenly, I couldn’t breathe.
He rocked against me, our bodies in perfect sync. “I love you so much, Chloe,” he said, his voice strained with the effort of holding back, from what or why, I had no idea.
But I didn’t want him to hold back. I wanted him, all of him, and I wasn’t going to settle for anything less. I threaded my fingers through his hair and brought his mouth down to mine. He kissed me with the desperation and ferocity of a man who’d only just gotten his heart’s greatest desire.
His movements were steady despite the intensity of the need that raged between us, and I knew then that he was being careful because he didn’t want to hurt me. I hooked my legs around his and moaned when he dragged his lips across my jaw.
“I’ll never get enough of you,” he said, nipping at my neck.
Flames of desire exploded inside of me. Was he going to bite me? I wouldn’t care if he did, but I wasn’t going to ask. I knew it had been getting harder for him to control himself when he bit me, and I didn’t want to ruin this moment for us.
Instead, I said, “Kiss me.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE:
Side Effects
I FOLDED A PAIR OF JEANS and shoved them into my suitcase, which was already way too full. But Trent refused to tell me what to bring—I had no idea if I needed snow pants or a bikini—and when I asked, all he said was, “Pack a little of everything.” He was impossible with his surprises.
My plan was to be packed already. I’d even gotten up early just to make sure I was ready, but Trent and I had spent the morning doing other things that were a lot more fun. He’d even climbed into the shower with me earlier.
We normally had trouble keeping our hands to ourselves, but it was twice as bad this morning. Even now, as I stood near the bed, suitcase wide open, knowing I still needed to pack all my toiletries and shoes, all I could think about was Trent.
Where was he, anyway? He’d said he was going downstairs to get something, but that had been ages ago. Okay, so maybe it had only been a few minutes, but it felt like forever. I took a step back and studied my luggage. I had jeans, sweaters, shorts, T-shirts, bathing suits… What else did I need?
Bras, underwear, and socks. That would’ve sucked if I’d forgotten to pack those. Before I could grab them, though, Trent practically tackled me from behind, and then I was beneath him on the bed. His lips were on my neck, teasing.
“Trent,” I said around a giggle and pushed against his shoulders. “That tickles.” I squirmed in an effort to get him away from my neck.
“What about this? Does this tickle?” he asked right before he captured my lips in a heated kiss.
Moaning softly, I ran my fingers through his hair, holding him to me as he deepened the kiss, his intentions crystal clear. His hand landed on my hip, pinning me in place. Not that I was trying to go anywhere.
And then, slowly, he eased his hand up the hem of my shirt. I sucked in a sharp breath at the feel of his fingers grazing across my belly button. He left a trail of goose bumps in his wake, and I suppressed a shiver of delight.
“I need you,” he said, his voice raw with fiery need. He rocked his body against mine, proving just how much he truly needed me.
“We don’t have time for this. Abby and Isach will be here any minute,” I said, but then I hooked my leg around his, knowing full well I couldn’t stop the desire raging between us. And I didn’t really want to. I wanted him just as badly as he wanted me.
He moved the pillow and glanced at the clock on the nightstand. Then he grinned. “We have at least fifteen minutes before they get here. That’s plenty of time.”
I laughed. “No, it’s not.”
Not if the last four times were any indication anyway. I’d had more sex in the last twelve hours than I’d had in my entire life, yet here I was, ready for more. I craved Trent in a way I never knew was possible. This had to be what he felt all the time with his heightened emotions.
Groaning, he rested his forehead to mine.
I dragged my hands through his hair and laced my fingers behind his neck. “I still need to finish packing,” I said, even though I’d much rather stay right here with him.
With a heavy sigh, he gave me a
