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 singleone, 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 landedon mine, and it was impossible to stop the wildfire from rushing through my veins.
