To Catch A Cheat Part 24

"I want to have s.e.x with you," he said honestly.

A small tingle of excitement-or was it panic-singed her flesh. She wanted that, too, didn't she? Yes, she did, but could she have "just s.e.x" with Trent? In all honesty, particularly now that they'd started their friends.h.i.+p bonding, she didn't know. While her body might want merely s.e.x, what if her heart got confused, and thought it was more? And she didn't want more with Trent. Really.

"But," he continued.

She was grateful she hadn't already responded.

"I know you aren't ready for that yet, so-" He let the word hang.

"So . . ."

"So, until you are ready, I want to give you a taste of how good it would be, how good we would be, together."

She licked her lips. "How?"

He slid his hands up her sides, then over her shoulders to rest them beside her head. Then he leaned down and brought his mouth to her ear. "I want to get you naked, completely naked and completely accessible, and then I want to ma.s.sage you thoroughly, all over, where no part of your body is left untouched, and then, I want to make you come, repeatedly."

She sucked in an audible breath, then turned her head enough that her lips almost touched his. He edged forward and softly kissed her mouth, then waited, his eyes studying hers.

"Say yes, Rissi."

As if no no even entered the equation. "Yes." even entered the equation. "Yes."

He kissed her again, but this time, there wasn't anything gentle about it. His mouth claimed hers with a hunger she hadn't antic.i.p.ated, and her body responded by lifting off the bed, her very center burning to experience everything he'd described only seconds ago.

I want to ma.s.sage you thoroughly, all over, where no part of your body is left untouched, and then, I want to make you come, repeatedly.

While his tongue teased hers, his hands slid beneath her tank top and slid over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, rubbing her sensitive nipples until her core clenched hard in direct response, then he broke the kiss and eased the fabric up, over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, over her head, then tossed it to the floor.

"Perfect," he said, boldly eyeing her nipples, erect and waiting to be caressed again. He didn't make her wait. His mouth kissed one tip, then pulled it within his teeth, until Rissi gasped at the delicious pain. Then he moved to the other and did the same. The intensity of it, the hunger and the desire, started a spiraling sensation beneath her belly, and lower. She moved her legs apart and lifted her hips. "Trent, please."

He rose above her and looked down at her, waiting and oh so ready. "Please what, Rissi. Say it for me."

"Please make me come."

"With pleasure." He trailed a finger from the lower curve of her breast down her abdomen. She sucked in a breath and held it as that finger moved past the waistband of her shorts, then down toward her thigh. "But I want to make sure you're ready." His finger met the top of her thigh, then eased toward her c.l.i.toris.

She willed him to go ahead and put her out of this aching misery. She wanted to climax, needed to, had to.

His finger moved down her swollen l.a.b.i.a to push slowly into her v.a.g.i.n.a, while his thumb pa.s.sed over her c.l.i.toris in a teasing circle that made her hips buck completely off the mattress.

"You're hot," he said. "And very, very wet." He moved his hands to the top of her shorts and slid them down her legs, the friction of the fabric against her flesh providing yet another erotic sensation that had her hips undulating wildly. Trent dropped the shorts to the floor and moved to lie beside her on the bed. He was completely clothed, and Marissa wanted to tell him that this wasn't fair. She was wearing nothing more than a red satin thong, and he was still in a s.h.i.+rt and jeans. However, telling him would require speaking, and right now, in the state her body was in, she could do no more than moan, or scream.

"This is so s.e.xy," he said, running a finger beneath the thin red strap on one hip. "I almost hate taking it off." He moved his hand toward the center of the s.h.i.+ny red triangle, then slid his fingers down to cup her with his palm. "But then again, it's so wet. Surely you want it off." Those fingers pressed against her, and it was almost enough to get her there. Almost.

"Yes," she whispered, and within two seconds, the panties were on the floor and she was naked, exactly the way he said he wanted her.

"I had planned on the first time being with my mouth," he said, while he rolled toward her on the bed. He was on his side now, and Rissi was on her back, with one leg trapped between his thighs and the other spread as far as she could manage. "But I want my first time having oral s.e.x with you to last a while before you come, and you're not going to last long this time, are you?"

She shook her head. If he kept talking like that, she was liable to climax before he laid a hand, or a mouth, or anything else, on her.

"Then let's start you out easy," he said into her ear, his warm breath teasing her senses, while he put one hand on her belly, then slid it down to her c.l.i.toris. His thumb moved over the burning nub, then circled it again, while he kissed the sh.e.l.l of her ear, then flicked his tongue over her lobe. The friction of his thumb against her c.l.i.toris increased, in perfect rhythm with the kissing and sucking and nibbling on her lobe. "Come for me, baby," he said. "Come for me now."

Her heels pressed into the mattress and her hips arched upward, pus.h.i.+ng her c.l.i.toris against his thumb as she screamed through the most intense o.r.g.a.s.m she'd ever experienced. Her body shuddered through the power of it, and she lost herself in the magnificent, perfect feeling.

She licked her lips, determined to speak, to let him know that she'd never had anything as good as that, but all that came out was, "Wow."

He leaned over her, gave her another hungry kiss, then winked. "Honey, that was only the beginning. I said repeatedly, remember?"

Then, while Marissa watched in sheer amazement-and delight-he moved down the bed. "Perfect," he said again, as he brought his mouth to her center and licked her c.l.i.toris. "Now, darling, try to hold on. I want this to last."

She gripped the fabric of the comforter in each hand and prepared to try to do that, to hold on, and to make this last. But her body was so eager to experience another earth-shattering o.r.g.a.s.m, she wasn't sure how much she could take.

Trent's tongue eased downward to lick her wet opening, then back to her c.l.i.toris for a maddening a.s.sault of tiny little flicks that had her hands clenching against the comforter, then he closed his mouth and sucked. Her second climax was even more potent than the first, with Marissa screaming out his name as thrilling waves of release claimed her senses.

"You're-too-much," she whispered, her head thras.h.i.+ng on the pillow. "Incredible." Had she ever had two climaxes so close together? Or so powerful that she felt as if her body wasn't hers to control? "I-don't know if I can take any more."

He kissed her c.l.i.toris again, and her body instinctively arched toward that marvelous mouth. "Oh, honey," he whispered against her most sensitive flesh, "sure you can."

No matter how thoroughly you've lost control, you should always pay attention to where your underwear falls.

-MARISSA K KINCAID

Chapter 20.

Marissa's delicious dream of Trent bringing her to a fifth toe-curling, eye-glazing o.r.g.a.s.m was brutally interrupted by Petie's barking, and a loud thumping. She eased one eye open to see the object of her desire exit the bathroom with nothing but a turquoise towel covering his to-die-for frame. He crossed the room and, to Marissa's delight, dropped the blue covering to give her a glorious show of his perfect behind, then he grabbed his jeans and stepped into them. "I'll get it," he said and left the bedroom.

Marissa smiled. So Trent was a commando kind of guy. Good to know.

The thumping continued, and Petie's barking intensified, while Marissa put all of the pieces together. Number one, that wasn't merely a dream of Trent bringing her to five o.r.g.a.s.ms; it had happened, last night, and it was amazing. Number two, the thumping wasn't merely a thump; it was a knock, and someone was now entering the apartment. And last, but certainly not least, number three, she was totally and completely naked.

She scanned the floor in a panicked search for clothing, then leaned off the bed to grab her s.h.i.+rt and shorts from the spot where Trent had tossed them last night. There was no sign of her red thong, but she didn't have time to worry about it. Someone, a female someone, was chatting with Trent. Marissa used the comforter as a privacy s.h.i.+eld and s.h.i.+mmied beneath it to dress, since Trent had left the bedroom door open and anyone could walk in, then she hurriedly slid her top on and wiggled into her shorts. Breathing a sigh of relief, she emerged from the comforter to see her red thong . . . in Petie's mouth.

"Hey, Aunt Rissi," Bo said, entering the bedroom behind her panty-stealing dog. Thank goodness he hadn't seemed to notice what was hanging from her dog's mouth.

"Hi, Bo," she managed, then held her hand out toward the furry thief. "Come here, Petie." To Marissa's shock, the dog appeared to be smiling.

Amy stuck her head into the bedroom and grinned. "I know we aren't supposed to be here, and we didn't plan on coming inside," she said, and then added, "well I I didn't plan on coming inside." didn't plan on coming inside."

"We were leaving a surprise by your door," Bo said, "but I wanted to see you and Petie, so I knocked."

"I was going to leave it and then call you after your broadcast to tell you it was out there," Amy explained. "I kind of figured you would be getting ready to go on the air, since you're on in thirty minutes."

"What?" Marissa said, jerking her head toward the side of the bed, where the clock declared she'd slept late. Very late.

"I was about to wake you," Trent explained, edging against the opposite side of the doorframe from Amy. He looked very good, his chest bare and jeans dipping low in the front, enough to see that s.e.xy tad of hair starting above the waist and leading to his commando self. Bare feet completed the scrumptious, appealing look of the man who'd satisfied her totally all night long. "You were sleeping so well," he said. "I thought I'd let you sleep in."

"Mighty sweet of you." Amy gave him that I-know-what-you-two-did grin before turning to Marissa with the same knowing look. "You must have been very very tired, and tired, and very very relaxed, to sleep so long. Oh, and it looks as though you lost something during the night," she added, pointing to Petie's treasure. "You might want to get it, before relaxed, to sleep so long. Oh, and it looks as though you lost something during the night," she added, pointing to Petie's treasure. "You might want to get it, before someone someone realizes what it is." She pointed to the back of Bo's tiny head. Then she said, "Bo, why don't you go check and make sure Petie has water in his dish. He looked kind of thirsty to me." realizes what it is." She pointed to the back of Bo's tiny head. Then she said, "Bo, why don't you go check and make sure Petie has water in his dish. He looked kind of thirsty to me."

"In the kitchen?" Bo asked, still oblivious to the underwear in the dog's mouth.

"Yep," Trent responded, and then he smiled as Bo turned and headed toward the kitchen to check.

"Give me that, Petie," Marissa said, grabbing at the tiny piece of material and pulling until the dog relented and released his hold, but not before her underwear ripped loudly. Sighing, she tossed the panties into a small wicker trashcan near the bed.

"Guess they served their purpose, huh?" Amy asked.

"Did you honestly come over here with Boston Market?" Marissa asked, eager to change the subject. "And are they even open this early?"

"No, I don't think they are, but I brought you something else you can use," Amy said, as Bo squirmed between Amy and Trent to re-enter the room.

"He's got water. Come on, Petie. I'll take you to get a drink." Bo scooped up Petie, then left again.

"And Bo, we need to go," Amy called to him. "I told you Aunt Rissi can't have visitors this week. We'll find out about how much fun she's had here when she comes back home tomorrow. Or rather, I'll find out."

"Can Petie come with us?" Bo asked, halting his trek toward the kitchen to turn around and plead his case. He stepped toward his mother, so Marissa could see his pleading little face. "Please?"

"Oh, honey," Amy said apologetically, squatting down to his eye level. "I told you on the way over here that Petie is Aunt Rissi's puppy. I know you got used to seeing him each day and you've missed him this week, but he's coming back to live by us again tomorrow, when Aunt Rissi comes home."

Bo's lower lip trembled, and he looked longingly at the puppy. "I'd take good care of him till she comes back."

Marissa got on her knees beside Amy on the floor, then ruffled Bo's sandy curls. "You know what, that would really help me out. I forgot his leash, and he hasn't been able to run outside and play like he's used to doing at home. Do you think you and your mom could get his leash from my apartment and take him out today? Then he can stay at your place tonight, and you can take care of him until I get back tomorrow. How does that sound?"

"That sounds great," he said, sniffing a little from the near-cry, but smiling at his victory. And Marissa did think Petie would be happier if he could go outside for more than mere trips to the patio.

"Come on, sport," Trent said. "You can help me get Petie's things together."

"Okay," Bo said, snuggling Petie as he followed Trent toward the kitchen.

"You slept in, huh?" Amy asked, getting up from the floor, then taking Marissa's hand and pulling her up as well.

Marissa glanced out the doorway to see Trent and Bo chatting in the kitchen. "I came five times," she whispered.

"Quit it." Amy's green eyes glittered in absolute delight.

"I'm serious. But we didn't have s.e.x. In fact, I still haven't even seen him naked, well not from the front anyway. The whole world knows I've seen his behind, thanks to him telling them on the air."

Amy laughed. "Yeah, I think that had a lot to do with the ratings boost Coleman and Speedy keep mentioning this week. Everyone is tuning in to see when Trent admits he's seen yours."

"He wouldn't," Marissa said, and prayed it was true.

"Oh, of course he wouldn't. He wants you, and any guy knows a woman isn't going to swoon over him if he kisses and tells, especially if he does it on live radio. Then again, he did admit you saw his a.s.s," she added with a laugh. "Anyway, tell me about last night, and hurry. We don't have long."

"He was completely and totally set on satisfying me, and didn't ask for a thing in return. Nothing."

"Don't tell me it's this prize that's keeping you from having s.e.x with him," Amy said. "I mean, come on. You two are great together. I can hear it on the radio, and I can see it now."

"But-"

"It isn't the prize at all, is it? It's the cheating thing."

Marissa swallowed thickly. "I wish I could forget how much that bothers me, but I can't. I don't think I'd ever be able to let myself fall for a guy who's cheated before. He'll do it again, and I don't want to be hurt like that." She'd seen how painful that could be, particularly for a woman whose life revolved around a man, and she didn't want to live her life that way, the way her mother lived hers.

Amy glanced at the kitchen, where Bo and Trent were wrapping up their conversation. "Forget falling for him, then," she said. "Just enjoy being with him. Have s.e.x with him. Give him an o.r.g.a.s.m, or five, too," she said with a wicked grin. "I'm serious. Enjoy having a mouthwatering man who wants you, and who can give your body everything it needs, and give him what he needs right back. You have one more day. Make the most of it. And when all is said and done, if you can honestly say you haven't fallen for him, then fine. Walk away. But if you have, then why don't you give him a chance? People do change, you know."

"I'm not so sure about that." Marissa had never seen any evidence of it. "But you're right about one thing."

"What's that?"

"I only have one more day, and then, if I do accept that prize, I won't see him again for at least twelve months."

"That's right. So, if I were you and that was the case, I'd make the most of that day." Amy hugged Marissa, and whispered in her ear. "And with the surprises I brought you, you can make the most of it several times, in very unique and inventive ways."

Oh. Man.

"We're ready to go, Mom!" Bo squealed.

"Yes, we are," Amy said, entering the living room with Marissa. "And so are you," she whispered to Marissa. Then she said good-bye to Trent and left with Bo and Petie in tow.

Trent closed the door behind them, then turned to face Marissa. "Sleep well?" he asked.

"What do you think?" She s.h.i.+fted from one foot to the other, feeling oddly shy about idle morning chitchat with a guy who had licked most of her body, thoroughly, last night.

"If you didn't, then I must have done something wrong, and I really don't think I did anything wrong," he said with a sly smirk. "Did I?"

"Surely you knew I wasn't faking."

"Oh, yeah, I knew," he said. "Particularly that last time. It took a lot of work to get you there, darling, but trust me; it was worth it."

"I'll say it was," she said, then inhaled a sweet, b.u.t.tery aroma wafting from the kitchen. "Oh, my, what is that?"

"Bread pudding with rum sauce," he said proudly. "I promised we'd have it for breakfast, remember? But it isn't quite warm yet." He glanced at the coyote clock on the wall. "You know, if you want to go shower first, it should be ready by the time you're done, but we may have to wait and eat after our broadcast, all depending on how long it takes you to shower."

"I won't be long." Turning, she went to her room, grabbed a T-s.h.i.+rt and shorts and headed to the bathroom. She purposely forwent all undergarments. If he was going commando, then so was she. While she'd gone without a bra before, going without panties wasn't exactly her forte, and the fact that she was doing it today, for Trent, sent a tingle of anxious excitement down her spine. Marissa Kincaid, commando. She giggled as she started the shower water and climbed in. The hot water teased her already-sensitive skin and reminded her of the blazing kisses Trent had bestowed on her last night, causing her to writhe and scream and completely lose herself in his caresses, in his talented touch, and in his determined goal of making her climax . . . repeatedly. He'd given her the most exquisite s.e.xual experience of her life, and yet he'd remained completely clothed throughout the process and hadn't asked for anything in return. He'd merely stated that giving her o.r.g.a.s.ms would please him. And Marissa had no doubt that he took immense pleasure in controlling her so completely.

But what Trent Jackson didn't realize was that Marissa would also take immense pleasure in controlling him. Completely. She'd told Amy the truth; she didn't want a relations.h.i.+p with Trent. She was going to have a difficult time trusting any any man, let alone a man who had cheated in the past. And while Amy might have been right, that people do change, Marissa wasn't willing to risk her heart on something she didn't completely believe. However, she also wasn't willing to throw away the undeniable attraction, the incredible connection, she'd found with Trent. And if she only had that for one more day, she was going to make the most of every minute. man, let alone a man who had cheated in the past. And while Amy might have been right, that people do change, Marissa wasn't willing to risk her heart on something she didn't completely believe. However, she also wasn't willing to throw away the undeniable attraction, the incredible connection, she'd found with Trent. And if she only had that for one more day, she was going to make the most of every minute.

She turned off the shower water and heard the phone ring. Was it time for Coleman and Speedy's call already? She wrapped a towel around her, tucked it in at her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, then quickly brushed her teeth. Her hair was wild and curly, and would take too much time to dry, so she ran some peach-scented hair gel through it and left it wild. It suited what she had in mind, after all. Seducing Trent Jackson and making him him climax, repeatedly. Hey, she wasn't about to give less than she got; she was a girl who played fair, after all, and Trent would get his fair share today, and then some. And if Amy's surprise package was what Marissa thought, she'd have no trouble giving him plenty of everything he deserved, and have a whole lot of fun in the process. climax, repeatedly. Hey, she wasn't about to give less than she got; she was a girl who played fair, after all, and Trent would get his fair share today, and then some. And if Amy's surprise package was what Marissa thought, she'd have no trouble giving him plenty of everything he deserved, and have a whole lot of fun in the process.