Chapter 25
Chapter twenty-five
Tristan
Hand fisted around my erection, all I could do was stare.
Kate was a fucking dream.
The face of an angel and a body made for nothing but sin. Her legs, her ass, her tits, her silky soft skin...all of it perfectly designed to drive any man out of his mind.
So effortlessly too.
“I don’t do slow,” I told her as I stepped between her parted thighs. “And I don’t do gentle.”
Keeping those gorgeous eyes locked on mine, she scooted closer to the edge and spread her legs wider. The sight of her almost had me shooting my load right fucking there.
“Does it look like I care?”
That damn mouth of hers. I had the urge to yank her off the counter, push her to her knees, and fuck the sass right off her tongue. Maybe later, once I’ve given her a few more orgasms, I’d do exactly that.
Couldn’t imagine a prettier sight than those lips wrapped around my dick and those eyes trained on me while she took me deep. The thought alone had my balls tightening.
Even more when Kate’s gaze finally left mine to watch my hand slowly move up and down my length.
“Like what you see?”
She bit her lip and whether she meant to or not, her hips shifted restlessly.
Closing the distance between us, I dragged my erection through her wetness. Once, twice, I rubbed up and down, stopping just before her entrance.
I smoothed my hands over her hips, digging my fingers into her soft skin to yank her even closer. I thrust forward. The feeling of her wet heat sliding along my dick was almost too much.
And when I realized I could easily come like that, I quickly positioned myself at her entrance. I was about to thrust inside when her hand shot out, and she pressed against my chest.
“Condom,” she breathed. “We need a condom.”
Fuck me. I didn’t even think about protection. That alone should have had warning bells ringing inside my head. I’d never gone without. Not once. But standing there in front of Kate, all I wanted to do was feel her with no barriers between us.
She didn’t share the sentiment.
It was impossible not to spot the concern in those pretty eyes of hers.
With a groan, I planted my hands on the counter beside her and dropped my head to her chest.
“I don’t have one.” I hadn’t gone out last night with the intention of getting laid so didn’t grab any from my nightstand. “Please tell me you do.”
She made a noise. One that warned me I would not like her answer.
“I don’t.” At least she sounded as disappointed as I was.
“Well, shit,” I let out a pained laugh. “Guess it’s just me and my hand then.”
“Or.” She slid off the counter and curled her fingers around my hard-on. “It can be my hand.” Squeezing tight, she mirrored my movements from earlier. Up and down, up and down. “Show me how you like it.”
“Fuuuck,” I wheezed. “That feels good.”
I pulled back to look at her face, and holy shit, the expression in her eyes made my knees buckle. Or maybe her torturous touch was to blame for my weakened limbs.
“Like this...” She licked her lips and squeezed me harder, moved faster. “Or this?”
Did she want me to respond to that? Because I couldn’t. Not when she did such a damn good job at driving me out of my mind. My hips shot forward out of their own volition, fucking her hand in earnest.
She didn’t let up but worked me harder, faster. Her slender fingers wrapped tight around me while she pumped to the snapping rhythm of my hips. I didn’t know what fucking magic she conjured up because, holy shit, being jerked off had never felt like this.
Maybe it was the potency of the moment or lack of blood to my brain, but I swore to all things holy, her hand was the best fuck I’d had.
And if this was so damn good, I couldn’t even begin to imagine how otherworldly being buried inside her would be.
“I’m close,” I groaned through gritted teeth.
My fingers curled tighter into the edge of the counter as I thrust harder into her palm. This whole time her eyes never left mine. Her gaze so intently focused on me, created a stirring of a different kind behind my ribs.
But I couldn’t think about that. Not when that familiar tightening in my balls registered.
“Yes. Fuck, yes.” I barely recognized my strained voice.
This woman was turning me inside out without even trying. Breaking eye contact, I lowered my gaze to her breasts. My mouth watered, tongue tingling with a desperate need to taste.
To suck on her perfectly pink nipples until she begged for more.
As if reading my thoughts, her hand came up to cover her breast. She worked in a slow circle before sliding her index and middle fingers over the hard tip.
“Fuck, baby.” My movements were choppy and off-rhythm now. “Pinch it.”
She did, and holy hell, the moan that escaped her was the push I needed. I came with a loud fucking roar, shooting my release over her stomach.
I dropped my head to her shoulder, my breaths coming hard and fast. “Holy shit.”
“Mmm.” She slipped her free hand into my hair. I shut my eyes, concentrating on the brush of her fingers against my scalp. It was gentle and oddly intimate. Two things I never indulged in.
The women who’d shared my bed in the past could testify to that. I didn’t do pillow talk, and I didn’t cuddle. But there, in the tiny bathroom with Kate, all I wanted do was bury my face in the crook of her neck and hold her.
The urge was so overwhelming, I had to take a step away from her.
Thankfully, she didn’t notice. She was too busy staring at her middle.
“I’d say sorry,” I said. Her head snapped up. I shrugged. “But I’m not.”
I hadn’t put too much distance between us, so it was easy to drag my fingers through the mess. Moving my hand up, I smeared the stickiness first over one breast then did the same to the other.
“Perfect,” I whispered once I was done.
And it was. Seeing her flawless skin covered like that was the epitome of perfection. Although one glimpse at her bewildered expression had me fearing that maybe I’d gone too far.
I was about to ask when music filtered through the door.
She sobered. “Millie’s awake.” Her eyes widened, and she frantically searched the bathroom floor, for what I didn’t know. “I really need to get out there. She’ll come looking for me and that girl does not knock.”
Lifting my clean hand, I slipped my fingers around the side of her throat. With my thumb tucked under her chin, I guided her gaze to meet mine. “You can’t go out like this. Clean up first. I’ll keep Millie company.”
“But—”
I slid my thumb over her chin and held it against her lips. “Not the time to argue. Now be a good girl and get that delectable fucking ass in the shower.”
Something utterly delicious sparked in those hazel irises. “Fine,” she said, already moving. “But don’t mistake this for obedience and definitely don’t expect me to start calling you daddy.”
I moved fast. Grabbing her face, I crashed my mouth to hers. My tongue thrust between her lips, teasing, tasting, claiming. The kiss didn’t last long, but it was just as intense as all the others.
And by the time I drew back, we both breathed hard.
“Why don’t you call me yours,” I murmured. “And I’ll call you mine.”
The words rolled off my tongue without thought or permission. It freaked me the fuck out. Because I wanted that. I wanted her to be mine. Just fucking mine. But I didn’t think she was ready to hear it.
Which was why I quickly added, “Since we’re playing pretend and all.”
Would’ve been better if I hadn’t said a damn thing. Her expression went from stunned to hurt to indifference in the blink of an eye.
“Right,” she whispered. “Pretend.”
An apology perched on the tip of my tongue, but I’d already said the wrong thing and had no intention of doing it again. So, I took the coward’s way out. Spinning on my heel, I washed my hands without looking at her, zipped up my jeans, and escaped into her room.
I’d just pulled my Henley over my head when the patter of tiny feet echoed down the hall.
“Kate!” Millie yelled, her voice light and happy. “Time to wake up.”
She rounded the corner then skidded to an abrupt halt. Her searching gaze roamed over the rumpled sheets then drifted to me. Much like Kate’s a few moments ago, Millie’s eyes widened.
“You’re not Kate.”
An unfamiliar heat crept into my cheeks as I scraped a palm over the back of my neck. “She’s in the shower.” Washing off the mess I’d made. And possibly cursing me.
But this sweet little girl did not need to know that.
“Oh, okay.” Her attention shifted to the bathroom door. A frown appeared on her forehead before her gaze met mine. “Will you help me?”
“Sure, princess. What do you need?”
Her smile was big. “The cereal is too high up.” With that, she skipped out of the room. I blew out a breath I had no idea I was holding and trailed behind her. As I got closer to the kitchen, the music I’d heard earlier grew louder.
The source? A tablet perched on the counter.
A chuckle escaped me. “You like your music, huh?”
She stood in front of a long open cabinet. She had that pancake plushie I gave her in one hand and the other rested on her hip. Head tilted back; she kept her gaze on whatever was in that cabinet.
“We always start the day with a dance party. Kate says it gives our heads endo...endo...endolphins.” Jerking her arm up, Millie pointed at something. “Cheerios are over there.”
I swiped a hand over my mouth to hide my grin as I joined her in front of the cabinet. Instead of getting the cereal box for her, I lifted her up and let her do it herself. The giggle that escaped her after I’d put her down was so damn sweet.
The sound reached between my ribs and wrapped itself around that beating organ inside my chest. And very much like Kate, this tiny human had somehow burrowed her way into a space I had no idea existed.
“Can I help you pour that into a bowl for you?”
She shook her head. “I can do it.”