Chapter 30 #2
I was about to freaking beg again when his thumbs finally slipped past the barrier of my underwear.
A loud gasp tore from my lungs.
“Hmm,” he murmured. “I wouldn’t call this dry.”
His touch was featherlight, barely freaking there. My hips bucked, desperately seeking more pressure, more friction. It never came. He removed his hands so fast, my head spun.
“Tristan,” I spat his name through gritted teeth.
He wasn’t even fazed. With a grin that should’ve been illegal, he pushed off the bed.
He pushed off the freaking bed.
Jaw hitting the floor, I jumped into a seated position. One angry word after the other blossomed on my tongue. Before I could utter a single one, he reached over his head, grabbed the back of his T-shirt and pulled it off.
His sweats and briefs were next.
“Wow.” I closed my mouth and swallowed then swallowed a second time.
I’d felt the weight of him, but not even that could’ve prepared me for the sight of him gloriously naked in front of me. All hard planes and sinewy muscles, he looked like something an artist had carved out of marble.
He was stunning.
“You keep looking at me like that, my head might grow too big for this room.”
Nibbling on the corner of my mouth, I stared at his impressive erection for a few seconds longer before finally meeting his heated gaze. “Which one?”
He blinked once, twice, then threw his head back and laughed. The sound so beautiful so infectious, I was helpless to keep a giggle from bubbling over my lips.
It only lasted until Tristan stole my mouth in a slow, deep kiss.
Gosh, the way this man kissed, like he was on this earth to do just that, melted my freaking insides.
Slipping his tongue into my mouth, he tasted and savored while his hands explored under my shirt.
Those clever fingers found my nipples, teasing me to the point of madness.
I tore my lips from his to release the moan stuck in my throat. He took the opportunity to lick and suck his way down my neck. Tongue lapping, teeth scraping in a way I was sure would leave marks.
I didn’t care. It felt too good.
“Your turn.” He gripped the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head. My shorts and underwear were next, joining the rest of our clothes on the floor.
There were no barriers—physical or emotional—between us. The moment felt big. Way too big for my brain and heart to comprehend. He must’ve felt it too.
He surged forward and slanted his mouth over mine.
This kiss was different. Slow and deep, it bled through my pores and settled in my bones. It became as much a part of me as the breath in my lungs. As the hope in my heart.
The feeling was scary and yet so freeing at the same time.
Like free-falling off a cliff without knowing if there was a safety net at the bottom.
“Kate,” he murmured, his mouth touching mine. “Are you sure? I can wait. For you... I can wait.”
There was no safety net. There was Tristan.
I didn’t answer him. Not with words. Crawling into his lap, I kissed him the way he’d just kissed me. With every stroke, every lick, I gave him a bit more. More trust. More of my heart.
I was ready to give him my body too.
Rolling my hips, I rubbed against his erection. Tiny sparks of pleasure zapped through my veins. So hot, so delicious. Of course, I had to do it again, pressing down harder this time.
With a deep grunt, he tore his mouth from mine. His chin dipped, gaze dropping between us. Whatever he saw ripped another one of those gravelly sounds from his chest.
“You’re so fucking wet.”
Reaching between us, he brushed his finger over my clit. I gasped. Another jolt of pleasure shot through my system, so much stronger than before. I embraced it. I spread my legs wider, rocked faster.
His hand disappeared into my hair. Wrapping the strands tightly around his fingers, he pulled my head back. Those dark eyes landed on mine, and it was impossible to stop the wildfire from rushing through my veins.
“Mine.” The low rumbled word barely registered when he thrust two fingers inside me. The feeling was so damn delectable, it tore a scream from my lungs.
“Shhh.” His mouth covered mine, swallowing the rest of my moans.
Not entirely necessary. Millie slept like the dead. Still, I appreciated that he cared enough to not want to wake her.
And I also appreciated the way he curled his fingers and dragged them along my inner walls. Torture. Delicious, excruciating torture.
I shoved my hands into his hair and dug my nails into his scalp.
A third finger joined the rest.
I ripped my mouth from his on a gasp that quickly turned into a long drawn-out moan when he flicked his thumb over my clit.
The pressure, the sensations…it was all too much. My orgasm slammed into me with so much force, I fell forward into his chest.
He banded his arm around my waist, anchoring me to him while he slowly eased me down to earth.
“I could watch you fall apart all day. One more.”
That was the only warning I received before he flipped me onto my back and spread me wide. His head was buried between my legs barely a breath later.
I didn’t think it was possible, but another orgasm hit me. And by the time he crawled up my body, I was limp and boneless.
“Hmm, so good.” I smiled when his beautiful face filled my vision.
He had a smile of his own when he kissed the corner of my lips. “You stole my line.”
You stole my heart.
The words were there but before I could even think about setting them free, he dipped his head and took my nipple into his mouth. The man was intent on driving me out of my damn mind, sucking and rolling my sensitive skin between his teeth while his clever fingers toyed with my other breast.
As crazy as it was, my body hummed back to life. Wanting more, I bucked my hips. The angle was perfect for the root of his erection to rub against my clit. Delicious sparks fluttered through my veins. Another orgasm was on the build. But this time I wanted to come with him inside me.
“Tristan,” I panted. “I need you.”
A deep groan rumbled through his chest. His teeth sank into my nipple one last time before he grabbed a condom from the nightstand. With a sinfully wicked grin, he held the square packet to my lips.
“Open.”
I did as I was told and tore through the foil with my teeth. Once it was open, he rolled it on and settled between my legs. Our gazes locked. The heat in his eyes warmed me from the inside out.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered.
Then he was inside me.
A whimper tore from my lungs, and I arched off the bed. Never in my life had I felt so incredibly filled.
“Mmm.” His voice sounded next to my ear. “So good.” He pulled out almost all the way then slammed back in. “I thought I could go slow, but you feel too fucking good to hold back.”
My breathing picked up, coming in short little bursts. “I don’t want you to… Ahhh.”
He rolled his hips in a slow circle. The delicious sensation stole the words from my tongue.
“Fuck.” The low rumble of his voice pebbled my skin with goosebumps. “You’re perfect, Kate. So fucking perfect.”
I hummed.
Without missing a beat, he shifted into a push-up position. His gaze lowered to where we were connected. Another one of those tantalizing grumbling noises rattled through his chest.
He watched for a few more moments before his attention drifted back up. This time to look at my breasts. He licked his lips. The only warning I received before he descended and latched on to a nipple again.
He was rough, his teeth scraping even harder. But there was something about the sting of pain that brought unimaginable pleasure.
Fingers tangled in his sheets, back arched off the bed, more moans spilled from my lips. My orgasm was close. So freaking close. “Tristan, I—”
He reached between us, found my clit, and pinched it between his fingers.
My entire world exploded. Digging my nails into his back, I cried out his name. That was all it took for him. With my name on his lips, he roared his release and collapsed onto me.
“Holy fucking shit,” he breathed into the crook of my neck.
I sighed. “Wow.”
After pressing a quick kiss to my skin, he rolled us onto our sides and slowly pulled out. His fingers trailed up my waist, across my sensitive breast, over my shoulder and up along my neck.
Gripping my chin, he gently pulled my mouth to his. The kiss was different this time. Slow and tender and filled with so much emotion I feared my heart might break out from the confines of my chest.
“You’re mine now,” he whispered. “I’m never letting you go.”