“Fine.” My finger disappeared between my wetness, and I couldn’t stop the moan tearing from my lungs.
It probably would have felt ten times better if he’d been the one touching me. But he wasn’t, and I needed to come. At least I was so in tune with my body, I knew it wouldn’t take long.
Steadily sliding my fingers up and down, I toyed with my entrance. Tristan never took his eyes off me. He watched me tease myself for a few seconds before he yanked my arm away.
His grip on my neck tightened. “Did I tell you you could play?”
My lips, my tongue, the inside of my mouth, it all went dry. “Don’t need your permission.”
His dark chuckle rolled over my skin as his hand slipped between my legs to cup me. “This is mine. When you come, it’ll be by my hand.” He nipped my ear. “My mouth.” Another nip. “Or on my cock.” He teased me with a quick flex of his fingers. “Got it?”
“Yes.” Was what I’d meant to say, but it came out in a breathless sigh.
Holding my gaze in the mirror, he gave me his signature smirk then, without warning, thrust two fingers deep inside me. The sensation stole my breath.
“Fuck,” he growled. “You feel like heaven.”
Unlike his kiss from before, he worked me slow. Leisurely pulling his fingers out before pumping back into me at the same steady pace.
Our gazes stayed locked while he pushed me closer to that sweet release I craved. It didn’t even take that much. With one flick of his thumb over my clit and a slow curl of those talented fingers, my entire world exploded.
I cried out. A mixture of his name and curse words tumbled over my lips in quick succession. I was loud, too damn loud. But I couldn’t seem to stop. It was only when Tristan clamped a hand over my mouth that I finally quieted.
“You did so well,” he whispered against my temple.
A new wave of heat washed over me. I wasn’t sure if it was the words or the way he’d said them. But my goodness, whatever it was had a direct line to every nerve ending in my body.
Holy shit.
It’d never been like that. Not that fast and definitely not that intense. He hadn’t even been inside me, and my world was more thoroughly rocked than it’d ever been.
“Look at this,” he drawled. Removing his hand from between my legs, he held it in front of my face. “Such a pretty mess you made.”
His fingers and palm were soaked. Heat rushed to my cheeks, embarrassment coating my skin like a sickening film. I wanted to lower my head and shut my eyes. I didn’t even know why.
Tristan noticed.
The intensity in his gaze made way for something softer. Releasing his grip on my throat, he guided me to face him. When our eyes met, he brushed his wet hand over my chest and down my middle.
His fingers moved slow, tracing the lines he’d made with a feather-soft touch again and again.
“I see the blush in your cheeks,” he whispered. “The shame in your eyes. It’s got no business being there.” Lowering his head, he dropped kisses from my shoulder to my neck. “Knowing you wanted me so much you dripped all over my hand is the biggest fucking turn-on.” His tongue darted out, licking a wet, hot path to my ear. “Don’t ever be ashamed of that.”
It wasn’t shame, not really. It was fear. The things I felt, experienced, were so new and so potent, they scared me. And since I had no intention of admitting that to him, I brushed my hand over his erection instead.
“This looks painful. I can help.”
His fingers disappeared into my hair. It was getting harder and harder to ignore the fluttering behind my ribs whenever he did that.
“Yeah, baby, you can.” Reaching between us, he undid his jeans and shoved them down along with his briefs. “Get on that counter and spread those pretty legs for me.”
Chapter twenty-five
Tristan
Hand fisted around my erection, all I could do was stare.
Kate was a fucking dream.
