Chapter 56
TRISTAN
She slants her mouth over mine and we stumble into my house. I lift her, grabbing her ass and wrapping her legs around my waist and fumbling for a wall or a couch or a table—there.
The wall shudders as her back meets it.
“Shit,” I gasp. “Are you hurt?”
Her response is a small growl and a hard kiss. “Don’t stop,” she gasps. “Fuck, Tristan.” Her hands are clawing at the collar of my shirt.
“Not how shirts work, baby.”
“Stop talking.”
I laugh into her neck, feeling like I can fly as she tries frantically to undress me. She feels how I feel, I think, but I don’t know, and I can’t tell from her taste. It doesn’t stop me from trying, from slipping my tongue into her mouth and tugging on her plump bottom lip.
“Katie.” I kiss her again, harder, until she moans and lets her head fall back against the wall. Her small breasts are rising and falling with her rapid breaths. “Katie, sweetheart.”
“Tristan,” she pants, and the amount of need she puts into my name makes me shudder. She rolls her hips against my erection, and pleasure streaks through me, hot like lightning, crackling through my stomach.
God, I want her.
How did I go so long without her?
I’m not going without her again. I need to make this good. As good as I possibly can, because every time we’re together might be the last time.
I would rather die than let there be a last time with her.
“Katie,” I murmur. I press a kiss under her jaw, trying to slow the frantic beating of my heart. “Tell me it feels good.”
She whimpers and presses closer to me. I watch her lids flutter as I ease my hand up her shirt. Soft skin, smooth muscle, then perfect nipples under my fingers. I roll the left one, pinching gently, watching the play of desire across her face.
“Tell me I’m better than anyone else. Tell me you want me.”
“Yes,” she gasps. “Better than anyone. Best I’ve ever had—yes, take off my shirt.”
I lift her shirt and tug down her bra until her small tits are free. My mind blanks. So pretty. Round and high and with those tight nipples that beg for my tongue.
My lips close around one without conscious thought. After all, they were begging, I reason, before tasting the other.
I hear a groan and realize it’s coming from me.
“God, Tristan.” Her voice is shuddering. Her hands are under my shirt, tracing fire over my stomach. “The way you feel.”
“The way you feel.”
“Your body.” She rolls her hips.
Our harsh gasps mingle.
“Yours.”
She’s arching against the wall, and I’ve never been so grateful for her strength before, because her abs are flexed, and somehow, she’s able to defy gravity as I palm her ass and let my tongue travel south. She slowly slides down the plaster as I sink to my knees.
Her hands are in my hair, and she’s panting as I push her shorts down. She slides her underwear off with trembling hands.
“Nervous?” I look up at her. “Do I make you nervous?”
She shakes her head, smiling. “I want you.” Her voice is breathless. “More than I have ever wanted anything. It makes me feel insane, actually.” She laughs softly. Her fingers twine in my hair.
“I think I’m already there.” We share a grin.
I lick up her thigh, then down the crease.
“I’m halfway to madness because it feels like the universe took my fantasies and gave them form.
” I press a kiss to her hipbone. “I know that can’t be true, because I was designed with you in mind. Not the other way around.”
Her eyes go heavy lidded and I slide my tongue over her clit.
Anyone who doesn’t like going down on a woman is out of their god damn minds because I could live off this.
I grip her hips and I lick her, all salt and heat and Katie.
I register every twitch of muscle under her skin and every sound from her mouth as I savor her.
It’s not neat and pretty. It’s messy and delightful.
My tongue inside her and her wetness on my chin and her hands in my hair, tight enough to hurt, hips rocking against my face.
She’s making sounds and I dimly register that I’m making them too. We sound feral. I never expected this. She’s letting go for me. This woman, who leashes herself so tightly, is letting herself fall apart for me, and I feel like the king of the world.
She comes quickly, squeezing the tongue I have stuffed inside her, gasping and arching. I lick my lips as I stand, pride and need rushing through me in equal parts.
“Get upstairs,” she demands.