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“The oracle needs our help too.”
“Trying to save both groups means I’m failing both of them.”
Tristan knelt beside her. “You can only do so much, Lila. You do too much.”
“It doesn’t look like I’m doing enough, or else I would have found them by now. You should go home. I have to find Natalie’s friend. I have to look into the missing girls.”
Tristan yanked her closer, and her butt slid forward in the wooden chair. He slipped his arms around her and put his lips against hers.
Lila couldn’t help but kiss back, pushing all thought to the back of her mind. Only Tristan’s mouth existed, his arms around her, stroking the small of her back. She jerked as his tongue entered her mouth. Every flick promised more than a kiss.
But she didn’t have time for that.
“We’ll find them,” he said, resting his forehead upon hers. “Come to bed. You’re long past exhaustion, and I’ve missed you.” He stared at her eyes, looking for…something. Perhaps he wanted to see if she’d smile, pull away, or if she’d wince. She blanked her face, trying not to show anything.
Seemingly not completely annoyed at what he found in her eyes, he tilted his head and kissed her again. Pulling her to the front of her seat, he caught hold of her ass and stood with a little grunt. Lila wrapped her legs around his waist, but felt nothing press between her legs. He merely held on to her. Perhaps he hadn’t come for sex after all.
He stopped before her bed and put her down gently. “You’re going to sleep for the next four hours. I’m not taking no for an answer.”
Lila knew she wasn’t relaxed enough to sleep. “I’ll take a nap later. I’m not tired yet. I should—”
“Four hours.”
“I’m not tired.”
He grabbed the waist of her workout pants. “Fine, I’ll make you tired.”
Lila glanced back at her desktop computer, her resolve wavering. Perhaps she did need some sleep before continuing her search. Her mind had grown fuzzier and fuzzier as the hours stretched on. Besides, her only lead was Natalie’s friend, but that lead wasn’t a great one.
And the missing girls? Bullstow and the purplecoats were trying to find them.
She reached for the hem of her militia shirt, but Tristan stilled her hand. “No, leave it on. You have no idea how hard it’s making me right now.”
Lila started to pull down her pajama pants, but she barely got a chance. A wave of heat snaked up her belly as Tristan slipped his hand under her shirt and grazed her nipples. They hardened into nubs as his tongue entered her mouth.
His mouth bobbled while he kicked off his boots.
Lila pulled away and unzipped his hoodie, the sharp hiss lost amid their labored breathing. His gray t-shirt came next, the fabric cheap and new, discarded onto the growing pile on the floor. She spread her hands over his smooth skin, her thumbs grazing his body just as he had grazed her nipple, exploring every bulge of his arm, every ridge of his abdomen.
She fumbled at the button of his trousers, the zipper another hiss in the quiet. They undressed one another piecemeal, the lights on, staring at one another with every item that came off their bodies, kissing the newly revealed flesh, their hands passing over the exposed skin in waves of heat.
It was a type of foreplay, a dance without music, and it lasted much longer than the hurried job the night before.
At last, Tristan stood in his boxer briefs before her. He tugged off her panties, falling down to his knees as he pulled them down, tracing a finger from her navel all the way down to her thigh. Before she could step out, he stared up at her eyes, slipping a curling tongue between her legs, seeking, searching.
Lila jumped as the warm wetness of his tongue brushed her clit. “Fuck.”
“That’s the general idea.” He chuckled, moving back to lavish attention on it once more.
Lila pushed him away gently. “You’re rushing ahead.”
He hopped up, keen to finish the game they’d begun playing. Lila reached for his boxer briefs, tracing the erection within, already waiting to be used.
He breathed hard as she grasped his waistband, falling to her knees as he had done before her. Once his boxers hit the floor, she licked his cock underneath from base to tip, then let her fingers play in the wetness she’d left behind. Then she put her lips around the tip and sucked him in.
Tristan moaned, his fingers flexing as he gripped her shoulders. “No,” he panted, freeing his cock and helping her from the floor. “I told you. I didn’t come for that. I’m trying to put you to sleep, not get off.”
He yanked the blankets off her bed with one quick pull, then gently laid her onto the mattress. Tilting her head, she watched him kneel at the foot of the bed.
