“Oh,” I gasped.
“Yeah,” he rasped. “You would’ve liked that, wouldn’t you?”
I nodded. No use denying it when the man clearly knew how he affected me.
“Picture it…me sucking on your clit while you ride my face. Can you see it?” A featherlight touch brushed over my collarbone. “Feel it?”
“Yes.”
“Keep picturing it.” He sucked on the skin below my ear until a sharp hiss tore from my lungs. “Your hips moving faster, chasing that sweet, sweet release just out of reach.Faster and faster.”
It was the weirdest thing. He wasn’t doing the things he’d described, but I swear I could practically feel him between my legs. Could even feel the beginning of a buildup low in my belly.
This was crazy. Could he really talk me into an orgasm?
“You’re so close,” he whispered. “So, so close… But I can’t let you come.”
What? No. A whimper pushed past my lips without my permission.
“Do you know why?” His voice was low and gravelly.
I shook my head.
His chuckle was deep, his touch soft as his fingers traveled along my jaw. “Because I want to hear you beg for it.”
A sting of pain registered when he sank his teeth into the skin below my ear, shortly followed by a wash of pleasure.
“This is your last chance to tell me to go, Kate.”
More headshaking. I couldn’t do that. Hell, I doubted I could even string two words together. I’d never been that turned on in my life, and the man wasn’t even touching me.
“Then tell me what you want.”
Since I was incapable of speaking, I tilted my head back and rolled onto my toes. Because he was a giant, I couldn’t get to his lips without a little help from him. He lowered his head. The butterfly wings in my belly got a shot of adrenaline. Three inches. Two. One.
Instead of our lips meeting, his long fingers gripped my chin. “Words, baby.” His breath fluttered over my skin. “I need to hear it.”
I inhaled deeply. Once, twice, then one more time. “Kiss me.”
His mouth was on mine so fast, I barely registered the kiss when his tongue thrust past my lips. There was nothing sweet or gentle about it. It was brutal and urgent.
He sucked on my tongue then drew my bottom lip between his teeth, teasing me over and over again before finally biting into the swollen flesh.
I cried out. Not in pain, not entirely, just so damn turned on. I wanted to reach between my legs and chase the relief I so desperately craved.
“Tristan.” I all but panted his name.
Sinking his fingers into my hair, he trailed his mouth down my throat. “Tell me,” he murmured between kisses. “What do you need, baby?”
Where did I even begin?
“I…I…” I couldn’t freaking think straight. “To come,” I stammered.
Those dark eyes found mine. He held my stare for a few heart-stopping moments before his gaze roamed over my face. He was slow and deliberate, and when he reached my lips, undoubtedly swollen and red, he cupped my cheek and stroked his thumb over the spot where he’d bitten me.
With my heart thumping to a new dangerous rhythm, he loosened the towel. His gaze shot to my breasts.
“Fucking hell,” he breathed out.
