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I should have seen it coming, Charlotte thought just a second before she found herself in Trevin’s arms with his lips upon hers. She hadn’t responded yet, standing limply in his arms with her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth closed, her arms trapped between their bodies. Her body was slowly softening, surrendering even as she thought about how much she didn’t want this – actually, how he was the one who didn’t deserve this.
Trevin growled in frustration, most likely at her lack of reciprocation, bringing his arms up from her back to lightly grasp the back of her neck for a better hold with one hand. He slipped the other down her body to grip her ass, pushing to bring her front close to his body.
“Kiss me, Sprite,” he whispered against her mouth, nipping her lower lip with his teeth just enough to elicit a gasp from her and taking advantage of it by swooping in with his tongue to kiss her more passionately.
Moaning at the use of his nickname for her and the subsequent conquering of her mouth, Charlotte relaxed against him, kissing him back. Trevin moaned in appreciation, gliding his hand up into her hair to grip it, angling her head to kiss her deeper.
She slid her arms up his chest, the silk of his shirt whispering against her palms like a long lost lover saying “hello”. Sliding passed his collar, she wrapped her arms around his neck, standing up on tip toe to get as close as possible. His arm tightened to keep her there with his hand splayed out on her ass, squeezing slightly.
Oh, how she remembered this. They had always fit so well together even with their differences in height. Being in the same room with him was enough to turn her on and always had been, but kissing Trevin was like nothing else she’d ever experienced. Her whole body tingled and she instantly wanted more.
She’d kissed a boy or two before dating Trevin, but the only person she’d kissed since then had been Jack which had always been rather lackluster. Even though she knew now that it was due to his having more interest in men than in women, she still couldn’t help comparing the two of them as Trevin’s hands started to roam her body.
Jack had been sweet, but utterly lacking in passion during their marriage. He was her best friend and her confidant, but lovemaking had always been awkward and quick. After a few years, they had gotten into a rhythm, but after she became pregnant with Douglas, the lovemaking had stopped completely. That’s when she knew something was wrong, but she had never expected to discover what she had about Jack’s sexual preferences.
Trevin’s kiss had awakened the sleeping part of her that hadn’t been this close to someone in over five years. She felt thirsty for it, as if it was a drink of water she’d longed for in all this time, in the desert that had become her love life. When his hand glided up the side of her body and skimmed under her breast, she made a small exclamation that quickly turned into a groan of desire when his hand cupped it.
Charlotte’s mind raced along with her heart. Her nipple puckered under his ministrations, her hair was falling from its bun and her arms were around his neck, holding on like he was her lifeline. She knew she had to stop, but it felt so nice that she just didn’t want it to end right then.
Just one more moment, she was saying to herself, when Trevin started to pull away instead.