Another pause, and when Ben spoke again, his tone was nothing but serious.“Tristan,”he started, instantly spiking my attention by using my first name.“I…I don’t want anyone else,”he said, his voice almost a whisper.“You’re the only one I want.”
“You’re the only one I want too,”I replied softly, hoping I wouldn’t scare him off. His heavy breaths filtered through the phone, and I wondered if his heart was racing as much as minewas. When a solid minute passed, and neither of us spoke, I cleared my voice.“You still there, baby?”
“Yeah, Bug. I’m still here.”He paused, and when he spoke again, his tone was full of unspoken promises.“Tomorrow night.”
He hung up before I could say another word, and when my heart slowed down to its normal pace, I got under my covers and switched the light off. But I knew I wouldn’t sleep.
Not when I was too damn excited about what was going to happen.
Ben
As soon as I arrived at the office, any thought of Tristan was pushed from my head. Overnight, there’d been several requests for urgent viewings on properties I had available for immediate let, so I busied myself in organizing them and meeting potential tenants. Before I knew it, the clock struck 6 pm, and Alice and Rob were saying their goodbyes.
Nervous excitement pounded through me as I locked the office and drove home, not one part of me doubting the request I’d made last night. I couldn’t fucking wait to find out what it felt like to have Tristan inside me.
Pulling into the driveway and parking behind his van, a fond smile crossed my lips. I’d started to look forward to finding his van parked up, telling me he was home.
Home.
Funny. The house had neverreallyfelt like home until he started showing up.
Opening the front door, classical music floated through the house, and my brow creased. It wasn’t Tristan’s type of music. Puzzled, I poked my head into the living room, expecting to see him painting the walls, but to my confusion, the walls were painted, but Tristan was nowhere to be seen.
When something clattered in the direction of the kitchen, I headedthatway, freezing in the doorway at the sight before me. The kitchen table was set for dinner, a candle burning between the plates, and the scent of freshly baked bread filled the air.
My mouth watered, notjustat the delicious aroma, but at Tristan. He wasn’t wearing his usual paint-covered clothing, but had changed into dark blue jeans and a tight red shirt, stretched taut across his muscular chest. For once, he’d tamed his messy hair with product, his jawline free of any stubble.
And holy hell, did he look gorgeous.
“Hey,”he said, turning from checking something in the oven and noticing me eyeing him up from the doorway.“I hope you don’t mind, but I thought I’d cook dinner.”
Words lodged in my throat. Was this a date? Did I want it to be a date?
Fuck, yes.
In four long strides, I was across the kitchen and standing in front of him, my cock getting hard in an instant as hisunique scent cloaked me. I grabbed his hips, pulling him against me.“You cooked me dinner, Bug?”
A devious look twisted his features, and my eyes were drawn to his mouth.“Thought you’d be hungry.”
I grabbed the back of his neck, moving closer until my lips brushed against his as I spoke.“Starving.”
We both pounced at the same time, our mouths clashing in a desperate kiss as our hands roamed over each other’s bodies. My cock pulsed as Tristan’s thickening length pressed against me, and suddenly, there were too many clothes keeping me from what I wanted.
Breathless, I pulled away.“How long until the food’s ready? I don’t want to ruin your hard work.”
Thatwasn’t strictly true. I didn’t give a fuck if dinner was burnt to a crisp so long as I got Tristan naked and inside me, but he’d evidently put a lot of effort into making the evening perfect.
He reached behind him, lowering the heat on the oven.“We’ve got an hour.”
“Thank fuck,”I replied, slamming my mouth on his again.
We stumbled from the kitchen, passing through the hallway as we tore each other’s clothes off. Neither of us broke our frantic kisses as we somehow made it up the stairs without falling. By the time we reached the bedroom, the only item of clothing left on us both was our boxer briefs, the material tenting from how hard we were.
Tristan broke the kiss, his chest heaving as if he’djustrun a marathon, his beautiful eyes darkened with lust.“I need to hear you say it without any alcohol in your system.”
Not liking the gap he’d put between us, I closed it in one step, shoving my thumbs in the waistband of his boxers.“I want you to fuck me, Bug.”
His breath hitched as I lowered them, and when he kicked them away, his erection standing proud, he kissed me again, this time slower as if he wanted to savour every minute.
