Chapter 372: A Better Man, Part 2

Trent laid me on the bed and brought his mouth down to my neck. His lips were hot, his kisses even hotter. I tilted my head, granting him full access to do whatever he wanted. My body was on fire, and all he'd done so far was kiss me.

He positioned himself between my legs, suspending most of his weight into the arm he propped over my head. His free hand was planted on my hip, his fingers flexing as if he was trying to memorize the feel of me.

I knew we shouldn't be doing this right now. Not when everyone else was in the living room. Not when Isach was explaining to Abby that Trent was going to wipe her memories - again - so she could submit to some stupid truth test. We should be out there with them, but I needed Trent right now more than I'd realized.

His breaths became sharp and ragged; his kisses became harder and less frequent, and that meant only one thing - he wanted to bite me.

I threaded my fingers through his hair and arched into him. "Do it," I whispered.