Arching my back, I pushed deeper into his touch and was rewarded with a growly hum.
“Ah,” I moaned again when those clever fingers tweaked both nipples at the same time. It was sensation overload, and I swear if he kept doing what he was doing, I’d be freaking done for.
He must’ve realized.
In one swift motion, he lifted me off the ground. Without breaking our kiss, he moved us farther into his apartment. I was soon pressed up against another wall.
With my legs wrapped around his waist, he covered both my hands with one of his and stretched my arms high above my head. Using his free hand, he lifted my shirt enough to expose my breasts.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he murmured as he lowered his head and drew my nipple into his mouth, giving it the same delicious attention he’d given my lip earlier. Sucking and nipping on my sensitive skin to the point of pain, then soothing it with a few hot swipes of his tongue.
He drove me out of my damn mind.
It was too much. Not enough.
I needed more.
Rolling my hips, I rocked against his incredibly hard erection nestled between my legs. It felt so good, I almost whimpered. And when I did it a second time, his hold on my wrists tightened and his teeth around my nipple sank deeper.
A sound I’d never made tore from my lungs. Something between a cry, a gasp, and a moan, it was loud and embarrassingly needy.
He must’ve liked it. Doubling his efforts, he covered my other breast with his free hand, working me into a frenzy while his hips pistoned forward, again and again.
I could come like this, and it wouldn’t even take much. A few more of those precise moves and I’d see freaking stars.
“Mmm.” I wanted that. Wanted an orgasm that wasn’t induced by my own hands or toys. “Make me come.”
“Fuck yes.” His voice was as breathless as mine. “I need you on the bed.” He started walking. “Need you spread out on my sheets so I can see every fucking inch of you while you scream my name.”
Oh, yes please. Holy freaking hotness did I want that.
Until his words registered.
He wanted me onhisbed. The same bed where he’d had countless women before me. Where he’d undoubtedly have more women after me. Because Tristan Blake was a one and done kind of guy.
A bucket of ice over the head would’ve had the same effect. The ground disappeared beneath me. This wasn’t who I was. I didn’t do quick hookups.
“Wait. Stop.”
He did. I wiggled in his arms, and without me telling him to, he set me on my feet. I’d never righted my clothes so damn fast.
“Kate?” He said my name with so much concern. A tiny crack sliced through my ribs.
“I can’t do this.” I said softly. “Not here.” There was an almost unbearable ache inside my chest. “Not with you.”
This time, it was my turn to run.
Chapter eighteen
Tristan
Ihadn’t slept at all. Not a fucking wink. I was tired, a little pissed, and a whole lot confused. Tired because visions of Kate had kept me from drifting off to dreamland.
Pissed because she hadn’t answered when I’d called, nor had she responded to any of my texts. Heck, the woman hadn’t even been home the three times I’d gone to her place.
Which led to my confusion.
She’d run away after giving me what could’ve arguably been the best damn kiss of my life. No explanation. No nothing.
