“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.
Thewords 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.
