Chapter 7
Let’s flip a coin. Heads I’m yours, tails you’re mine.
Tripp couldn’t open his door fast enough when he heard Violet’s voice on the other side. The reception had ended hours ago and then she’d disappeared on him.
He’d been contemplating heading down to her room, but she hadn’t answered his text so… “Hey.” He stepped back, liking the way she drank in his bare chest and boxers. Because yeah, he’d been about to stroke himself off while thinking about her.
“Hey yourself.” She moved past him as if she had every right in the world to be in his room.
And fine, she did, because he wanted her there. “Want a drink? Or more cake?” Or how about to ride me until you come, and then come again? He kept the last thought to himself.
She swiveled as he shut the door behind them. “You have more cake?”
“Yep.” He’d grabbed a couple extra slices as a way to bribe her to talk to him if necessary. It had been his backup plan. Shameless? Yep. Regrets? Zero.
She looked as if she might say something about that, then shook her head. “Look. Last night was amazing. But I still don’t want to talk about it.”
“Okay.” He watched her carefully, took in her jeans and T-shirt, a far cry from the bridesmaid’s dress from earlier. She looked gorgeous in everything though. “So what do you want?”
She licked her lips and that was when he noticed how nervous she was.
The anxious way she subtly swayed back and forth as if she couldn’t stay still.
But then she turned away from him and headed deeper into his suite.
“It’s been a long weekend. And… I was hoping maybe we could have a repeat of last night. ”
He moved in behind her, slid his hands down her arms, then around her and pulled her back against his chest. “We can definitely have a repeat,” he murmured. “But we’re still talking.” Because he wanted more than just sex and he couldn’t tell if that was all she was asking for.
“Tripp—”
“No.” He turned her in his arms but kept her close as he slid his hands down to the hem of her shirt, tugged it over her head.
She blinked in surprise but didn’t balk, just raised her arms.
“We’re going to talk about us,” he murmured, dropping a kiss to her neck, nuzzling her soft skin.
She moaned softly, clutching onto his shoulders as she arched into him. “No talking.”
It didn’t take him long to free the button and zipper of her jeans. And it took him less time to get her out of them. “I’m into you, Violet. And it’s clear the attraction is mutual.” He nipped at her earlobe as he slid a hand down her panties, cupped her mound—and found she was already wet.
Oooh, so she’d been ready for this, had already been thinking about him. Knowing she’d been thinking about him, about this, on her walk to his room, had him rock hard.
Without warning, he moved her over to the little couch in the sitting area, savoring the soft moan she made as he spread her legs, went down on his knees in front of her.
She looked like a goddess spread out for him, her dark blonde hair down around her face in soft waves as he slid her violet-colored panties off.
She didn’t wait for him to take off her bra, just tossed it before leaning back under his watchful, hungry gaze.
And he knew that was what he looked like. Because he was hungry for her.
“Things could get messy between us,” she whispered as she slid her fingers through his hair, held onto his scalp.
“Messier than today?” He slid a finger inside her, began gently stroking as he leaned forward, sucked one nipple into his mouth.
Her response was a moan of pleasure, which was more than fine with him.
“Tripp,” she breathed out when he switched breasts. And then again when he began teasing her clit with his tongue in time with his thrusting fingers.
The way she moved against him was so sensual, and even better than his fantasies. Hell, his fantasies were nothing compared to the reality of Violet in his arms, saying his name like a prayer.
And when she came against his face, her entire body arching up under his teasing and caresses, he felt like a god.
As she came down from her short high, she slid her fingers through his hair, then cupped his face as he leaned down to brush his lips over hers.
She didn’t seem to mind that she was on his mouth as she nipped his bottom lip. “We’ll take things slow, okay?” she whispered as she pulled him on top of her.
The couch was too small though and he wanted to savor his time with her, so he scooped her up, loving her little yelp as he headed into the bedroom. There would be time enough to fuck on every flat surface in this place, but for tonight, he wanted her to have softness and more orgasms.
As he laid her down on the bed, stretching out on top of her, she ran her fingernails over his chest and down under his boxers. “Your body is straight out of my fantasies.”
Oh god. All his muscles went taut at her words and the way she gently touched and stroked him. He wanted to tell her that he felt the same about hers but couldn’t get any words out when she wrapped her fingers around his erection, squeezed once.
He groaned as she started stroking him, her expression as hungry as he felt right now. But he sucked in a breath and placed a hand over hers.
“Don’t stop me.”
“I want to be inside you,” he growled as he nipped at her neck again, finding that sweet spot he’d discovered she liked.
She shoved at his boxers in response, making him laugh. And when she nudged him back so she could roll over and get up on her knees in front of him, he felt that god-like sensation again as he stroked a hand down her spine.
“I like the way you feel from behind,” she whispered, almost shyly.
Yeah, he’d picked up on that last night, but he liked that she was telling him what she wanted now. They’d already talked about birth control, so he didn’t need to bother with a condom, something he was grateful for because he couldn’t wait another second.
As he gripped one hip, he slid a finger inside her and leaned down, kissed along her spine.
Her inner walls tightened around him, her body so reactive. Desperate for her to come, he slowly dragged his finger in and out of her. But it was clear she wanted more, and so did he.
Hell, he wanted all of her. When he slid inside her, everything else funneled out and he lost himself in the pleasure of her. Her inner walls wrapped around him hot and tight as they found a rhythm as old as time itself.
And when he slid his hand around her body and began gently teasing her clit, he knew she could come again. Could feel it in the way she tightened around his hard length, the way she clawed at the sheets beneath them.
So he increased the pressure against her clit, forcing himself not to come until she did. Because he had self-control. Hopefully.
When she finally let go with a cry, her body arching forward as her climax hit, he let go of that last thread of self-control and lost himself inside her. Clutching onto her hips as he found release, he had the vague thought he might bruise her.
And felt like a caveman for liking the thought of leaving his mark on her.
Eventually, they both collapsed on the sheets, and he loved the way she curled up against him because she was a perfect fit in every way.
“Thank you,” she murmured.
“You’ve got to stop thanking me for orgasms.”
“Well, I like them.” Her voice was tart as she nipped at his chest. “And… We’re going slow, right? Not telling anyone about this yet?”
It went against all his instincts because he wanted to shout from the rooftops that Violet was his.
But fine. “As slow as you want, babe.”
She grinned, burying her face against his chest. “I like when you call me babe.”
He tightened his hold on her, knowing that this thing between them was so damn tenuous, but also… He felt it to his bones that it was real. That it would last.
Maybe it was the romantic in him or the fact that he’d been obsessed with her for as long as he could remember, but there was never going to be anyone else for him than Violet.
As she started to drift, he kissed the top of her head and held her close. If last night had been a preview, he could wake her up later and they could have another couple rounds.
Until then, he was going to savor holding the woman of his dreams in his arms. His Violet.