Reckless Revenge: Book Four (Spellbound 4) by Sherry Soule Read Free Book Online Page A

My hands skimmed upward from Trent’s slim hips, over his rock-hard abs, to his chest. He started trailing his lips down my neck, leaving a blaze of tantalizing fire wherever his mouth touched.
    We melded together in heat and passion as we tasted, kissed, and groped each other. I opened my mouth and let him kiss me as deeply as he wanted—as if all he ever wanted was to kiss me and this would be his only chance. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him against me even tighter. My body arched into his and he softly moaned.
    He tucked his nose into the indent of my collarbone, and his warm breath tickled my skin. Then he peppered little kisses on my nose, cheeks, and neck. My breath fast and heavy. “I’m a mess without you, Shiloh. Please don’t ever leave me…” he whispered into my hair.
    “Never,” I said and clung to him.
    His gentle touch made everything that was wrong in the world seem almost normal again, but when we parted, it had me biting my lip and feeling super confused. I was all nerves and anticipation, and I just wanted to keep touching him. Trent’s hands on my body, his lips on my mouth, felt so perfect and familiar, like they belonged there. His touch was like coming home. He held me tightly in his arms until a noise in the hallway had me jumping away from him.
    Trent took my hand, tugging me back toward him. “It’s okay. Probably Mrs. Baylock,” he said. “You’re safe here. With me. I promise.” His voice had gone a shade lower, like velvet.
    He hooked his leg over mine and slid his hands beneath my hair to gently pull me closer to him. His lips found mine again, his deep kisses wild and passionate. And I wanted more. Trent slid his hands under my shirt and my breathing caught when his palms stilled on my quivering stomach. Trent had always been a complete gentleman and respectful of my boundaries, and I appreciated that.
    He pulled back and his gaze was gentle but intense. “You know I care about you, right?” he whispered. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone else, mon amour .”
    The sincerity in his eyes had me melting into the mattress.
    “I haven’t either,” I said quietly.
    “I just want to be with you— only you,” Trent whispered. “I’m freakin’ crazy about you, Shiloh.”
    My insides turned to mush. “And I only want to be with you, Trent. No one else.”
    He smiled happily and softly kissed my mouth, leaning me backward onto the bed again. We were both so caught up in the moment that the rest of world and all of our paranormal troubles seemed to vanish. I eased off his shirt and ran my hands over his naked torso. His lips skimmed the surface of my throat. He lifted my shirt and I let him. Trent had seen the scar on my forearm, a jagged horribleness of raised skin, with a reddish hue to the edges while we trained, so I wasn’t feeling very bashful about it while we were making out. He didn’t stare at the freakish scar, but he did gaze at my lacy pink bra. Trent grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me toward him and pressing his lips to mine. My senses whirled out of control. The very primal way he gripped my hair and held me against him erupted almost instantly into something deep and consuming, passionate and ravaging. Maybe it was the way he held me in his arms, or the way our bodies were pressed together side-by-side, or the touch of the nearly nude man beside me. Our mouths clung together in a melting sweetness. One of his hands slid upward to cup my breast and I moaned softly. We kissed deeply and hugged each other close. He proceeded to kiss the hollow of my neck, then he worked his way to my shoulder, then his lips moved a bit lower near my cleavage.
    The room was suddenly flooded with light.
    We both blinked into the glare. Trent turned his head and flinched.
    Oh. My. God. I wanted to die. Slowly, I turned around. Sure enough, my mentor stood by the doorway with his finger still on the light switch, a wide-eyed expression on his classically handsome