Chapter 24 #2
Where did I even begin?
“I…I…” I couldn’t freaking think straight. “To come,” I stammered.
Those dark eyes found mine. He held my stare for a few heart-stopping moments before his gaze roamed over my face. He was slow and deliberate, and when he reached my lips, undoubtedly swollen and red, he cupped my cheek and stroked his thumb over the spot where he’d bitten me.
With my heart thumping to a new dangerous rhythm, he loosened the towel. His gaze shot to my breasts.
“Fucking hell,” he breathed out.
His hand disappeared into my hair. Curling the strands around his fist, he yanked my head back. His mouth went to my jaw, nipping and licking a path to my ear.
“Do you know what you’re asking for?” His grip tightened.
The sharp, delectable sting of pain stole a gasp from my lungs. And when his teeth sank into the skin below my ear, I thought for sure I’d combust on the spot.
Sensation overload.
Yet, not nearly enough.
“Touch me. Just...touch me,” I begged, voice filled with need. I should’ve been embarrassed. I didn’t beg. I’d never begged. But one look at the way his eyes darkened so deliciously, and I knew I’d do it again.
“You want my hands on you?” He dragged his palm along my thigh and over my hip bone while his teeth scraped down my neck. “Want me to make you feel good?”
“Yes,” I whimpered.
Gripping my chin between his fingers, he forced my gaze to meet his. “Then fucking say please.”
Oh.
Wow.
If anyone else had spoken to me that way, I’d have flipped my lid. But not with Tristan. When he used his low, demanding tone, my entire body lit up. I wasn’t just hot and bothered, I was on freaking fire.
And he was the only one who could put out the flames.
I licked my lips. “Please.”
He released a sharp shuddering breath. The same heat coursing through my veins flashed bright in his eyes. “There’s my good girl.” He inched closer.
My heart rate quickened. I opened my mouth, already tasting the kiss I knew was coming.
It never came.
“I’ll touch you, baby.” Dropping both hands to my hips, he spun me to face the wall-mounted mirror. “But you’ll fucking look at me when I do.”
I couldn’t stop the shiver from rattling my bones. I didn’t want to. I hadn’t felt like this in years. Heck, I hadn’t felt like this ever.
It was intoxicating.
Planting my palms on the countertop, I pushed my ass back against him. “I said please, so why aren’t you touching me?”
I had no idea where this version of me came from, but I wasn’t mad about her presence. Not one bit. Couldn’t be when she’d earned me a deep, dark chuckle from the man behind me.
And definitely not when he leaned in and buried his face in the crook of my neck. “So needy,” he murmured, one hand smoothing up my middle. “So damn impatient.” His other traveled in the opposite direction.
Inch by agonizing inch, he moved closer and closer to where I wanted him. I was ready for it, so freaking ready. But this man was hellbent on making me wait. Instead of slipping those long fingers inside me, he brushed the inside of my thigh.
“Trist… Ohhhh.” He’d found my nipple, pinching it between his forefinger and thumb. The sensation so incredible, my eyes fell shut. “More. I need more.”
He tsked. He freaking tsked. And before I could even fathom what was happening, he’d abandoned my breast to wrap his fingers around my throat. One squeeze was all it took for my eyes to snap open.
Capturing my gaze in the mirror, he growled, “Didn’t I tell you to fucking look at me?”
The tone, the look, even the damn choke, all of it did it for me. Throbbing and aching, he’d turned me into such a mess. A desperate, desperate mess.
“Then touch me,” I begged again.
When he just stared at me, something snapped. Keeping my gaze on his—because what else could I do when his hold was so relentless—I slipped my own hand between my legs.
“Fine.” My finger disappeared between my wetness, and I couldn’t stop the moan tearing from my lungs.
It probably would have felt ten times better if he’d been the one touching me. But he wasn’t, and I needed to come. At least I was so in tune with my body, I knew it wouldn’t take long.
Steadily sliding my fingers up and down, I toyed with my entrance. Tristan never took his eyes off me. He watched me tease myself for a few seconds before he yanked my arm away.
His grip on my neck tightened. “Did I tell you you could play?”
My lips, my tongue, the inside of my mouth, it all went dry. “Don’t need your permission.”
His dark chuckle rolled over my skin as his hand slipped between my legs to cup me. “This is mine. When you come, it’ll be by my hand.” He nipped my ear. “My mouth.” Another nip. “Or on my cock.” He teased me with a quick flex of his fingers. “Got it?”
“Yes.” Was what I’d meant to say, but it came out in a breathless sigh.
Holding my gaze in the mirror, he gave me his signature smirk then, without warning, thrust two fingers deep inside me. The sensation stole my breath.
“Fuck,” he growled. “You feel like heaven.”
Unlike his kiss from before, he worked me slow. Leisurely pulling his fingers out before pumping back into me at the same steady pace.
Our gazes stayed locked while he pushed me closer to that sweet release I craved. It didn’t even take that much. With one flick of his thumb over my clit and a slow curl of those talented fingers, my entire world exploded.
I cried out. A mixture of his name and curse words tumbled over my lips in quick succession. I was loud, too damn loud. But I couldn’t seem to stop. It was only when Tristan clamped a hand over my mouth that I finally quieted.
“You did so well,” he whispered against my temple.
A new wave of heat washed over me. I wasn’t sure if it was the words or the way he’d said them. But my goodness, whatever it was had a direct line to every nerve ending in my body.
Holy shit.
It’d never been like that. Not that fast and definitely not that intense. He hadn’t even been inside me, and my world was more thoroughly rocked than it’d ever been.
“Look at this,” he drawled. Removing his hand from between my legs, he held it in front of my face. “Such a pretty mess you made.”
His fingers and palm were soaked. Heat rushed to my cheeks, embarrassment coating my skin like a sickening film. I wanted to lower my head and shut my eyes. I didn’t even know why.
Tristan noticed.
The intensity in his gaze made way for something softer. Releasing his grip on my throat, he guided me to face him. When our eyes met, he brushed his wet hand over my chest and down my middle.
His fingers moved slow, tracing the lines he’d made with a feather-soft touch again and again.
“I see the blush in your cheeks,” he whispered.
“The shame in your eyes. It’s got no business being there.
” Lowering his head, he dropped kisses from my shoulder to my neck.
“Knowing you wanted me so much you dripped all over my hand is the biggest fucking turn-on.” His tongue darted out, licking a wet, hot path to my ear. “Don’t ever be ashamed of that.”
It wasn’t shame, not really. It was fear. The things I felt, experienced, were so new and so potent, they scared me. And since I had no intention of admitting that to him, I brushed my hand over his erection instead.
“This looks painful. I can help.”
His fingers disappeared into my hair. It was getting harder and harder to ignore the fluttering behind my ribs whenever he did that.
“Yeah, baby, you can.” Reaching between us, he undid his jeans and shoved them down along with his briefs. “Get on that counter and spread those pretty legs for me.”