Ava smiled, moving so that she knelt straddling Trent's hips, her arms on the headboard on either side of him.  "I'm not worried about competition.  This isn't a contest."  She leaned in, her mouth claiming his for another kiss, vicious, almost combative, as though she were intent on stealing it from him.  Her hips pressed down into his, pushing them both into the soft mattress.<br/><br/>She let one hand go from the headboard, reaching down between them to work the button and zip of his pants, surprisingly adept at the task with one hand.  She didn't break the kiss, exploring his mouth with an aggressive, breathless passion that those who only knew her cool exterior would be surprised at.