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My hands found their way to her hair, my fingers threading through the dark tendrils. It was softer than I thought it would be, and something about the act felt incredibly intimate–a stark contrast to the chaos of the life we lived outside of this room.
Suddenly, she shifted in my arms, turning to face me. Her eyes met mine, and I was caught off guard by the intensity I saw there. Her gaze traced over my face, and she moved until we were just inches apart.
“I can think of something that’ll help me sleep,” she breathed.
And her lips met mine.
Her kiss was hungry, her hands tugging at my shirt as she pulled me closer. There was an urgency in her movements that set my blood on fire. The taste of her lips was intoxicating, and I found myself consumed by the desire to explore every inch of her.
She moaned softly into my mouth, her hands moving to unbutton my shirt as she pressed her body against mine. My heart raced in my chest, the sound loud in my ears as the rest of the world faded away. All I could focus on was Adriana–the feel of her in my arms, the taste of her lips on mine, the sound of her quiet breaths.
Heat pooled low in my gut, desire radiating through every nerve. I trailed kisses down her neck, eliciting a gasp from her. Her fingers tangled in my hair as she tilted her head to give me better access. I nipped at her pulse point before longingly dragging my lips back up to hers.
"I want you," she murmured against my lips, her breath hot with desire.
I couldn't deny that I wanted her too. My hands moved under the hem of her shirt, my fingers tracing the soft skin of her stomach as she moved her hands to undo my shirt one button at a time. Her breath hitched, and I could feel her pulse racing under my touch. Intoxicating desire fogged my senses as I felt the last vestiges of restraint crumble beneath us. “Your skin is so soft,” I said.
She pushed herself up onto her knees, my shirt slipping off my shoulders and falling to the floor. I could feel the heat of her skin through her clothing as she pulled me towards her, our bodies entwined.
"Tristan…" she breathed, her chest heaving. Her lips sought mine in a passionate kiss as she leaned in, her fingers tugging at the waistband of my jeans.
In one swift movement, I had her on her back, her dark hair splayed out on the pillow under her head. I hovered above her, our gazes locked together. There was a vulnerability in those beautiful eyes that tugged at something in my chest.
I kissed her softly, exploring every inch of her lips before trailing down to the hollow of her neck. My hands roamed over her body, memorizing every curve under my touch. Her breath was quick and shallow against my cheek as we moved together.
She let out a soft gasp of surprise when my hand slipped under her top, my fingers tracing the curve of her waist. I kissed her deeper, tasting the sweetness on her lips as she arched her back and pressed herself closer to me. She was all heat and silk and delicious curves that had my head spinning in desire.
“Wait,” she said, grabbing my hand and placing it on her breast. “Can you feel that?”
I stilled, my hand cradling the soft swell of her breast. Beneath my palm, I could feel the steady thump-thump of her heartbeat. Fast and nervous, echoing the pounding in my own chest. A testament to how real, how raw, this moment was.
“You’re real,” I said.
She smiled. “Yes, but also, my tits are huge.”
I stared at her for a moment, caught off guard, before bursting into laughter. The sound echoed around the room, bouncing off the old trophies and worn books. "You're not wrong," I managed to say between chuckles. “Do they feel different?”
“I think my nipples are more sensitive than before I was pregnant,” she said. “I’m not sure.”
“Do you want me to test that theory?”
Her eyes sparkled with bemusement and a hint of challenge. "Do your worst, Callahan," she dared, a sly grin playing at her lips.
My hand moved from its position over her heart to the edge of her shirt, my fingertips brushing lightly against the hem. Her breath hitched slightly as I traced my fingers along the line of fabric, the anticipation causing goosebumps to prick her skin. My gaze never left hers as I tugged her shirt up, revealing the soft skin beneath.
She caught her lower lip between her teeth as I leaned in, pressing a feather-light kiss to the swell of her breast. Her breath grew shallow, and she closed her eyes, surrendering to the sensation. My thumb grazed over her nipple through the thin fabric of her bra, eliciting a soft gasp from her.
"So?" I asked, pulling back slightly to gauge her reaction.
“Hmm,” she moaned softly. “Still can’t tell. Keep going.”
Laughing, I complied, my mouth descending to the curve of her breast again. I felt her shiver beneath me, the sensation sending ripples of desire down my spine. My fingers brushed the clasp of her bra, undoing it with practiced ease. The garment fell away, leaving her bare beneath me. Her body tightened in anticipation as my mouth explored her exposed flesh.
A breathless moan slipped from her parted lips as I teased her, my teeth and tongue eliciting a flurry of sensations that made her dig her fingers into the sheet beneath us.
"Tristan," she gasped in a tormented whisper. I could feel the trembling need coursing through her body.
Her name fell from my lips like a prayer, and her body arched against mine, causing hot lances of pleasure to shoot through me. I tasted the salty tang of her skin as my hands lingered over her body, tracing patterns that left goosebumps trailing in their wake.
