Chapter Thirty-Three

The doorbell rang.

Trenton let out a breath of relief and checked the time on the nightstand—twelve twenty-one a.m. She actually came.

Given the late hour, he’d been worried she’d changed her mind about spending the weekend with him.

Running fingers through his freshly shampooed hair, he took the stairs down and gave a sweeping look around. After quickly straightening the black cashmere throw draped along the back of the couch, he crossed the room and pulled open the entry door. “Hey, you.” He noted her admiring scrutiny slide down his white T-shirted chest to his light gray sweats and bare feet, then back up.

“Sorry, I’m a bit later than I’d planned. I made a quick stop at the market.” She lifted the grocery bag. “Then, when I stopped home for my things I decided to shower.” Her hair, parted down the center, was arranged into two neat French braids and secured with a wide pink floral satin hairband around it. She wore a baggy gray T-shirt, darker gray yoga pants, and pale pink canvas Chucks on her feet.

“You could’ve showered here with me.” He took the stuffed duffel bag from her shoulder and stepped aside to let her in, all while feeling like a giddy teenager who was about to steal a weekend with his girl for the first time.

“There will be plenty of opportunity for that,” she said with a wink at him as she toed out of her sneakers.

They moved into the living room, and she crossed to the kitchen and placed items in the fridge.

“Can I get you anything?” he asked from the opposite side of the center marble island.

“Yes, your bed. I could use some sleep. I’ve been up since six yesterday morning.”

Taking her hand, he led the way upstairs to the master suite. After putting her duffel into the closet, he returned to find her tugging her T-shirt over her head. High, supple breasts sprang free to his appreciating view. She dragged down her pants to reveal a white satin thong trimmed in lace, then went about drawing the comforter to the foot of the bed before sauntering into the bathroom, moving about his room essentially naked like it was any ordinary night they shared.

Hell yes!

It’d been so long since he’d felt this good with a woman. He wanted this, craved an ordinary, easygoing relationship, not that they were there yet. But he could see himself long-term with Kennedi. He just needed to dig out from under the massive pile of shit to get there.

She came out of the bathroom and approached the foot of the bed. “Left or right?”

“Pardon?”

“The bed. Do you prefer the left or right side?”

“Oh. It doesn’t matter. I end up in the middle anyway.”

“Me too.” She grinned and climbed in. “I guess we’ll fight for that spot come morning.”

As he stripped down to his black boxer briefs, clicked off the table lamp and slid in next to her, he thought of his ex and how she favored sleeping on the right, claiming she’d be irritable the entire day otherwise. Yet that seemed to be her mood the majority of the time regardless. He cringed inwardly—the thought of telling Kennedi about his situation loomed in his head.

He brought up the covers and she cuddled close, stretching out along the length of him. A smooth thigh draped his hip. An arm slid across his waist. Her cheek rested against his beating chest.

“Comfortable?” he whispered and kissed the top of her head.

“For sure.” She snuggled even closer into the security of his body and let go a breath of a sigh.

The feel of her silky-smooth skin felt heavenly as he stroked his hand slowly, soothingly back and forth along her firm thigh, drawing out soft purrs from her.

With his heart so excruciatingly full, he wanted to come clean, release the tremendous burden he carried. But he refrained, for fear of losing this simple moment.

“Tabitha told me you offered to advance us funds to lease space while the new location is under construction. That’s twice—no, three times you’ve been there for me. Thank you for everything you’ve done, for everything you’re doing. For you. And I never thanked you for the flowers. They’re beautiful.” Soft lips pressed upon his left pectoral. “I’m not used to men, other than my father, being reliable and true to their word. Or even genuinely kind and honest, for that matter,” she said on the gust of a sigh in time to the beating pulse of his heart, sounding so grateful.

Once again he felt like a thief who’d gotten away with stealing a precious gem. Tell her.

“Kennedi?”

Silence, then she shifted and practically covered him with her body. Logic disappeared the moment the soft pillow of her breasts pushed against his chest with each light inhale. Unmistakable relief that she’d fallen asleep took the knotted tension out of his frame.

One weekend. Closing his eyes, he decided he’d allow himself this small nugget of happiness before his two worlds collided.

The gentle tugging pressure on his cock pulled Trenton out of a deep slumber. In the moonlit shadows bathing the room, beneath the covers, Kennedi’s hand pumped his shaft inside his underwear, slow and easy. He grunted and surged his hips at the feel of added finger pressure, his cock gliding along her wonderfully working palm.

“Kennedi, love…” His voice came out thick and heavy with both lust and sleep, the silence of the darkened room amplifying his moans. “Damn,” he hissed as she quickened her efforts, pre come spilling from the crown causing skin to slide effortlessly against skin. “Baby.” He cupped her nape and captured her lips with his while thrusting into her firm grasp.

Suddenly she released his pulsing member, wrenched out of her panties and rid him of his underwear before he could blink.

“So, this is your M.O.?” he asked as she guided his slick shaft easily into her wet heat. Loving her heightened sexual appetite, he recalled how she’d woken him with her mouth the last time they were in bed.

“It’s your fault,” she murmured while nibbling at his ear, along his chin, and skating upward to plunge her tongue deep into his mouth. “I rolled over and met your erection. What sort of girlfriend would I be if I didn’t take care of it?” She giggled between greedy kisses, then sat up and began moving, bearing down on his cock with an aggressive purpose.

Girlfriend. Damn, how he liked the sound of that. He got up on his shins, taking her with him, and closed his lips around one tightly puckered nipple, sucking hard while gripping a firm hold of her ass and guiding her rhythm with his fast-working hips.

Flipping her onto her back, pinning her to the mattress, he drove his cock inside her to the hilt while suckling at her breasts like a man starved. He nipped her chin, kissed and licked into her mouth with feral need.

Her hips rose, meeting his rough thrusting as the resounding cadence of flesh swiftly smacked against flesh filled the quiet darkness.

Trent, oh!” she wailed, her soft, panting breaths transforming into purring moans as he reached between them and found her clit, pinched and stroked the swollen nub in quick circles. “Don’t stop, baby, you’re going to make me come.”

Her nails raked down his back to his ass, clinging, pulling him into her jerky hips as her pussy pulsed, and she bowled into a taut, trembling orgasm.

A surge of sensation rushed through his body as hot spurts of his seed flooded and overflowed with stunning force. On a shuddering breath, he collapsed upon her but managed to keep the bulk of his weight on his elbows. He buried his head into the side of her neck, offering up light kisses. He had no interest in leaving the sultry heat of skin on skin. Ever.

Gentle hands stroked the length of his sweat-covered back and played in the damp hairs at the nape of his neck. “You’re remarkable…in all things, apparently.” She chuckled softly.

He drew back and met the silhouette of her face. “Kennedi, I ne—”

She pressed a finger across his lips. “Take the compliment, babe. You’re amazing in bed. Own it.” Fingers slipped back into his hair, and she brought him down to the greedy crush of her mouth for a long, breathless moment, then pulled away. Yawning, she glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand. It was approaching four thirty. “I need a little more sleep.” Another yawn. “You’re a horny male, Mr. Shaw. You wear me out.”

He lifted an eyebrow. “Now that I’ll own, but I think you have me beat.” Her lips curved up, and he smothered them in a kiss before lifting off her.

He brought the sheet over them and trapped her in the shelter of his body, her back to his chest, the curve of her ass skimming his cock. She tucked his hand between the warmth of her breasts and released a deep breath. The consistent rhythm of her exhales said she’d easily fallen asleep.

One weekend.