“It’s hard, Tess,” I snarl. “I want to be strong. I know I need to be. But when I think about you meeting a man one day, settling down with somebody else, this rage grips me, rage like I’ve never felt before. Because you’re mine. I don’t just want you. I need to claim you. You belong to me. No other man is ever allowed to touch you, or even look at you in a way I don’t like.”
She bites her lip, looking so innocent my cock almost explodes.
“I want that.” She lets out a moaning breath. “But we have to be strong.”
“I know,” I say, leaning down and bringing my lips to hers.
I know, but I can’t.
Not when she’s looking at me like that, with lust shivering across her face, captivating every part of me, making her look like a gift just for me.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Tessa
We’re standing at the side of the road. A deserted road, fine, but anybody could drive by and see what we’re doing.
But as Trent crushes his lips against mine, I forget about the road and how wrong this is. I forget about my best friend and I sink into the kiss, moaning as he slides his hands up my thighs and grips onto my hips, pulling me close to him.
His solid manhood presses against my belly as he growls, our mouths opening and our tongues moving together, swirling around each other in a crazy dance of lust.
I move my hands up to his shoulders, my head feeling light and hazy from the contact, the tingles moving around my mouth and across my face, down my neck, and all over my body.
He pulls me even closer, my breasts pressing against the solid mass of his body, my hard nipples grazing his muscular chest.
“Fuck, fuck,” he growls, stepping away.
Even if it’s the right thing to do, my chest aches, and my anxiety pulses.
I turn away, staring at the trees, letting out a laugh that doesn’t mean a freaking thing.
Nothing’s funny here.
He said he needs to claim me, make it so no other man can touch me.
It’s what I’ve wanted for as long as I can remember.
“We shouldn’t have done that,” I say.
“I know.” He paces over to me, his chest heaving. “I fucking know.”
I gasp when he lifts me off my feet, grabbing my ass in greedy handfuls and pushing me up against his car.
Our lips part and our tongues magnetize to each other, as though urges deep within our bodies are directing our movements now, making it impossible for us to resist each other. I move my hands through the iron of his hair, my center tingling, my clit throbbing.
“Fuck.”
He puts me down and steps away, shaking his head.
“Not here. I wouldn’t be able to stop myself if another man saw you like this, all horny and sexy.”
“What would you do?” I whimper, straightening my shorts from where his possessive hands had moved them.
He stares at me, his intense green eyes gleaming.
“Nothing good. No other man ever gets to see you like that, Tessa. Fuck. Let me take you somewhere. I need to taste that hot pussy of yours. I need to make you come for me.”
But Angie, I want to scream, but the words won’t come out.
“I… I don’t know if I can do that,” I say, my heartbeat seeming to pound in my skull.
He walks up to me again, but this time he stops a few inches short, flinching as if it’s difficult for him to stop.
“You want it. I want it. Just once.”
“Just once?” I say, laughing. “Really, Trent? Do you really think we can do that? But that’s not even the problem.”
“Tell me,” he says firmly, in a tone of voice that leaves no room for argument. “What is it, Snapshot? What’s wrong?”
I turn away from him, gazing at the sun-dappled road, almost wanting somebody to drive by so I don’t have to tell him the truth.
“I’m not going to impress you in bed.”
I have to force the words out past the shivering of my voice. Everything is moving so fast, and yet it feels so right, I feel as if I’m living in a fantasy land.
He laughs gruffly. “Let me be the judge of that, Snapshot.”
“No,” I say firmly, wheeling on him. “I know I won’t. Because I’ve never… what I’m trying to say is…”
He steps forward and takes my hands, wrapping them in his large protective mitts, staring at me with a certain green fire in his eyes.
“It’s okay,” he says, his voice somehow soft and firm at the same time. “Say it. You don’t have to be ashamed.”
I force myself to stare at him, as bravely as I can.
“I’m a virgin, Trent.”
His lips twitch into a smirk.
I pull my hands away, reeling and turning to the road, striding away. I don’t know where I’m going.
But I won’t wait around for him to laugh at me, even if the taste of his lips and his tongue is still swirling around my mouth, around my body.
“Tess, wait,” he growls, striding up next to me. “What’s wrong?”
“You were going to laugh.”
“I was smiling. I’m happy.”
He was smirking. I don’t think I’ve ever seen Trent Tanner outright smile.
“You’re happy?” I say, gazing up at him.
“Of course I am.”
He raises his hands as if to touch me again, but then an engine rumbles, and a car appears at the end of the road. I step away, instinct driving me.
Youngstone is a small town and people talk.
I glance at the car, relieved I don’t recognize the driver. It must be somebody just passing through.
“Of course?” I murmur. “It doesn’t seem so obvious to me.”
“You’re mine.” He breathes heavily, lust nestled within the noise. “You belong to me. Everything you are, everything you will become, you’ll always be mine. So of course I’m fucking happy. I’m going to claim your virgin slit for the first time. You will be mine for the rest of our lives. Nobody else will ever
