I tossed the shirt onto the floor, and he reached for mine. I let him pull it off but then turned my attention to his midsection. He was right; it looked pretty much the same as earlier.
“I really wish I’d been here,” I whispered, ever so lightly caressing the worst of the bruising.
He caught my hand. “I’m glad you weren’t.”
I slid off the bed and made my way around the narrow space between the mattress and the wall, around to the side where T sat. I kneeled at his feet and pulled off his shoes.
Neither of us said anything as I worked, but I felt his eyes the entire time. Once the shoes and socks were gone, my hands slid up his legs and thighs to hook around the waistband of the sweats. Our eyes locked, and Trent lifted his hips and ass so I could slide the pants down and work them over his legs and feet.
“How do you like those boxers?” I asked, a little cheeky. I sure as hell liked looking at him in them.
“You’re not getting them back.” The depth of his voice and the way his eyes roamed over my face and chest made me flush. God, he was sexy.
“I can live with that.”
He smirked because it was so obvious by my throaty tone he made my body hum.
“Get your head out of the gutter, frat boy. You look more uncomfortable than a horse with a mouthful of bees. Lay down,” I said, trying to hide the desire I felt being this close to him.
“Frankly, I’m offended your head isn’t in the gutter with mine.”
I made a rude noise and pushed him back onto the pillows. “It is. After last night, my head should pay rent to the gutter ‘cause it’s gonna be living there.”
Trent smirked and crooked a finger at me. When his crooked front tooth flashed, fondness and desire battled within me. I never knew I could be so incredibly charmed and turned on at the same time.
Giving in, I pulled off my sweats and T-shirt. T was on his back, so I straddled him, hugging his hips with my thighs and giving him all my weight. I didn’t have to worry about crushing him; the guy was just as strong and muscular as the pro football players I lived with.
I was sorely tempted to grip his cock and tease it with some stroking, but I held back. It wouldn’t be fair to him or me. I wasn’t going to do anything about either one of our hard-ons. Trent was way too exhausted, and I knew he was in pain. All the soreness from what happened to him last night was in full swing.
“I gotta say I like the way you look under me.” My palms flattened on his chest and rubbed upward, stroking his well-defined pecs.
“Wanna see how I look over you?” His hands covered mine.
“Right now, it’s my most anticipated moment,” I confessed.
“Mine, too.”
Just thinking about sex with him caused my hips to rock. Trent smiled lazily and palmed my waist.
I shook my head. “No way.”
He lifted a brow.
“I didn’t come here for sex,” I explained, keeping my voice very quiet.
We were in a house full of men.
“Then why are you here, Forrester?”
I liked when he called me that. I don’t know why. It was just my last name, but when he said it, it was more.
“Because I love you.”
Against my skin, his hands went slack, and his eyes closed. “I wish you knew how amazing that sounds to me.” The emotion in his voice almost made me forget about my no-sex-tonight rule.
“I do.” I promised. “It’s the exact same as when you say it to me.”
He shook his head once. “No.” He looked up, the amber of his eyes blazing with vulnerability. “You’re stronger than me, Drew. Deep down at the core.” He paused to swallow and look away.
I watched the emotion play across his features. I watched him search for the words to explain what was going on inside him, and then I watched him weigh them, as if he measured exactly what each one would cost.
“I’ve… I opened up a part of myself that was so private it physically hurt, the deepest place I feel things, the place where my most exposed feelings lie. That cost me a lot, Forrester, and I was scared. You are the biggest risk I’m ever going to take, so when you say you love me, it’s the biggest reward I’ll ever know.”
I grabbed his jaw and rubbed the pads of my thumbs over the skin there, reveling in his words, the moment… and the way he looked at me. “Don’t ever underestimate the power you have over me, frat boy. I promise you I’m just as powerless when it comes to you.”
“I love you,” he rasped.
After that, no more words were said. There was honestly nothing left to say. When you understood the depth of feeling and the level of connection we had, words just didn’t compare.
My head buzzed as our lips moved together. His fingertips were unsteady when they stroked over my scruff. Our tongues and mouths made love, but it was never about anything more. It was just us simply being together, exploring each other in ways we’d been deprived of until just recently.
When at last our lips stopped moving, I rested my cheek on his shoulder and flung a leg over his. The languid feeling of his fingertips dragging up and down my spine made me drowsy and lulled me to sleep.
Turns out I kinda liked a bed Trent was too small for because for us together, it was just right.