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He kissed me with a intensity that made my knees weak. It wasn't the tentative brushing of lips, the awkward tentativeness of first kisses. This was the kind of kiss I imagined he gave Isolde when they were alone and she was his only. His mouth moved over mine, tasting, devouring, claiming.

I moaned into his mouth, pressing harder against him. I wanted to feel all of him. I ran my hands down his chest, his back, feeling the hard ridges of muscle underneath his shirt.

"More," I whispered against his lips. "I need more."

Trenton groaned and gripped my hips, pulling me against him. I felt the hard evidence of his arousal pressed against my stomach and I whimpered. He rocked into me, causing delicious friction. I bucked my hips against him, chasing the pleasure. His hand slid under my shirt, his rough fingers brushing over the soft skin of my belly. I gasped as he cupped my breast, thumbing my nipple through the lace of my bra. I was acutely aware that my body was on fire.

"Bedroom," he growled, nipping at my bottom lip. "Now."

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. He took my hand and led me upstairs to his bedroom. The moment we crossed the threshold, he pulled me inside and closed the door. I turned to face him, my heart pounding in my chest.

He backed me up against the wall, his eyes dark with desire. "I want you," he said, his voice rough. "I want to feel every inch of your skin against mine."

I shivered at his words, desire coursing through my veins. "I want that too," I whispered. "I want you to make me yours."

He captured my mouth in a passionate kiss, his tongue delving deep as he explored every inch of my mouth. His hands roamed my body, squeezing and caressing as he pushed up my shirt. I broke the kiss to pull it over my head, tossing it to the floor. He made quick work of my bra, unhooking it with one hand before tossing it aside.

I gasped as his hands cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks. He dipped his head, capturing a nipple in his mouth and sucking hard. I cried out, tangling my fingers in his hair and holding him against me.

He lavished attention on my breasts, alternating between licks, sucks, and bites until I was writhing beneath him. His hand slid down my stomach, dipping under the waistband of my pants. I bucked against him, desperate for more.

"Please," I begged. "I need you inside me."

He growled, capturing my lips in a bruising kiss as he tore off my pants and panties in one swift motion. I did the same to him, pushing his pants and boxers down his thighs until he kicked them off.

We both paused for a moment, taking in each other's naked bodies in the dim light of the room. He looked at me with his sexy gray eyes that I felt a rush of wetness between my thighs.

"You're so beautiful," he said, running a hand down my side. "I can't believe you're really here."

"I'm here," I whispered. "And I'm yours."

He captured my lips in another passionate kiss as he lifted me up and carried me to the bed. He laid me down gently before crawling over me, settling between my thighs.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, his voice strained. "We can't go back once we start."

"I've never been more sure of anything in my life," I said, running my hands over his chest. "I want you. I want this. Please, just make love to me."

He groaned, dipping his head to capture my lips as he entered me slowly. I gasped as he stretched me open, my walls fluttering around him.

"You feel so good," he groaned, pressing deeper. "Like you were made just for me."

I moaned as he filled me completely, my legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. He started to move, thrusting deep and slow. I matched him thrust for thrust.

"Harder," I pleaded, digging my nails into his back. "Fuck me harder."

He obliged, pounding into me with deep, powerful strokes that had me seeing stars. I cried out, my body trembling.

"I'm close," I gasped. "Don't stop."

He didn't. He continued to pound into me, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing in tight circles. I screamed as I came, my walls clamping down on him. He followed seconds later, spilling inside me with a low groan.

We collapsed together, his body blanketing mine as we caught our breath. He pulled out of me slowly, settling beside me and pulling me against his chest.

"That was...," he started, but I placed a finger over his lips.

"It was perfect," I said, smiling up at him. "And we're just getting started."

He grinned, his hand sliding down my body to caress my thigh.

"Come here," he said, pulling me on top of him. "Let me show you what you do to me."

And then he proceeded to do just that, his hands and mouth exploring every inch of my body as he made me cum and scream again and again throughout the night.

I didn't remember when I slept off at night but the morning sun crept through the blinds, and I blinked awake, immediately aware of the heavy weight of Trenton's arm draped over my waist. Memories of the night before flooded back; his touch, his taste, the way he made my body sing with pleasure.

I rolled over to face him, taking in his relaxed features in the morning light. He looked younger, more peaceful than I'd ever seen him. A lock of hair fell across his forehead and I reached out to brush it aside, my fingers lingering on his skin.

He stirred at my touch, his eyes fluttering open. For a moment, confusion clouded his gaze as he took in my presence beside him. Then recognition dawned and a slow, sensual smile spread across his face.

"Morning," he rumbled, his voice rough with sleep.

"Morning," I echoed, smiling back.

He pulled me closer, tucking my head under his chin. We lay like that for a while, just savoring the closeness, the feeling of skin on skin. Outside, the wind howled and the snow continued to fall, but inside our little cocoon, it was warm and safe.

Eventually, though, reality started to intrude. I thought of Eudora, and the complications that would arise from what we'd done. I pulled away slightly, needing to see Trenton's face.

"Last night...," I began uncertainly. "Was that...?"

He silenced me with a kiss, brief but firm. "Don't think too hard about it," he murmured. "Just let it be what it was."

I nodded, trying to push down the swirl of emotions.

We made our way downstairs, both of us acutely aware of our nudity. In the kitchen, we found a wreck of half-finished dishes and pots. Trenton laughed and pulled me close.

"Guess we got a bit distracted last night," he said with a grin.

I blushed, thinking of all the ways we'd distracted each other. "Yeah, I guess we did."

We busied ourselves with cleaning up, bumping hips and stealing kisses as we worked. It was domestic and intimate, it made my heart flutter.

As we worked, I couldn't help but steal glances at Trenton. He moved with an ease and confidence that drew me in. It was like I was seeing him for the first time; the real him, not the hardened exterior he showed the world.

I was setting a pan on the stove when I felt his hands on my hips, pulling me back against him. I gasped as I felt his hardness press against my bare skin.

"Trenton," I breathed, arching into him.

He nipped at my ear, his hands roaming over my breasts and stomach. "I can't get enough of you," he growled. "I want you again."

I turned in his arms, cupping his face and looking into his eyes. "I want you too. But...we should talk about this."

He stilled, his gaze turning serious. "What is there to talk about? We're adults. We can do what we want."

I shook my head. "It's not that simple. What happens when Eudora gets home? How do we explain this?"

His eyes flashed. "We don't have to explain anything. It's between us."

"But it's not just us anymore," I said softly. "She's your daughter and my friend."

He closed his eyes, leaning his forehead against mine. "I know," he sighed. "I know we need to be smart about this. But I also know what I feel. And I feel like this is right, Bronwyn. Like you and me...we're meant to be."

My heart soared even as my mind raced. Could we really do this? Risk everything for a chance at happiness?

I opened my mouth to speak but was interrupted by a loud crash from outside. We both froze, looking towards the windows.

"Snow's getting heavier," Trenton said, concern in his voice. "We might be stuck here longer than a few days."

I swallowed hard, realizing the implications. Stuck in a snowstorm with Trenton...there was no way I could keep my hands off him.

He looked at me then, his grey eyes intense. "Tell me you don't want this," he said softly. "Tell me you don't feel it too."

I hesitated, my heart pounding. He was right, this was different than any fling or hookup. This was something that could change both our lives.

But looking at him now, feeling the heat and need radiating off him...I knew I couldn't say no. I couldn't deny what I'd wanted for so long.

"I want this," I whispered. "I want you."

He exhaled sharply, pulling me into his arms and kissing me hard. I melted against him, all thoughts of tomorrow falling away.

All that mattered was now, right here, with Trenton.