by D. C. Stone
With the sweetest touch, Trent’s lips brushed hers. She trembled, shook with a force that astounded her. She wanted him, and was amazed each time the need flourished. With each new touch, passion grew until she felt as if she’d never be able to sate it.
Trent’s lips urged hers apart, grew more demanding. She dug her fingers into his shoulders and gave in to the claim, parting her mouth and allowing him in. His kiss was all she knew.
She didn’t hear the groans and shouts, the brush of tossed napkins hitting them. No, she was engulfed in the feel of this man in her arms, of the woodsy taste he assailed on her senses. He kissed her so thoroughly she wondered if they would ever disentangle. Wasn’t quite sure if she wanted to.
All too soon he pulled back and stared at her with wide, dark pupils, eyes hooded with desire.
“Charlese, you better stop looking at me like that or you’re going to miss out on the barbeque.”
She smiled, wrapped her arms around his neck and rested against him, settling in.
“Well, I am hungry.”
He whipped his head around, glanced over at the grill Peter staffed. “Are you? I think the cheeseburgers should be done soon.”
Charlie grinned, amazed at how when she asked for something, Trent was always willing to get her what she wanted. She was hungry but…
Leaning up, she pressed her mouth to his ear and whispered, her voice husky and heavy with desire. “Not for food, my handsome agent.”
He went still for a beat before he growled and tugged her closer.
“Christ, you’re going to be the death of me, woman.”
A snort sounded off to her right and she turned, laughing at Dwayne.
“I swear to God, I just about threw up in my mouth. Will you two get a room?”
Dwayne flashed a smile as Trent lifted her in his arms. “With pleasure,” Trent tossed over his shoulder and carried her into the house.
She laughed as he rounded the corner, taking them away from the view of their family and friends, then leaned down and kissed her so soundly her head spun and her toes curled in her boots.
Pulling back, he palmed her face and stared into her eyes. The thread holding them together grew tighter as she saw everything out in the open on his face. No more secrets, no held in promises, only the simple and complete openness she adored, just as she did the man who held her.
“I love you, Agent Trent Rossi.”
He grinned, a flash of brilliant white teeth.
“To risk throwing up in my mouth,” he echoed Dwayne’s earlier words, then chuckled. “I love you, too, Detective Charlese Lopez.”
The End
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