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When he looks back up at me, his eyes are blazing with intensity, his jaw set in determination even as a slow, seductive smile quirks up a corner of his mouth. A mouth that looks extremely kissable at the moment.
“Do you want to come in?” I hear myself asking, but only barely, because I can’t hear much over the roar of my pulse in my ears as my heartbeat kicks into overdrive from the way he’s looking at me. How am I so easily affected by him?
By both of them, really.
I step back to make room for him to come through the doorway, then shut the door behind him. As soon as it’s closed, he reaches up and traces my jawline, running his fingers down my neck to my collarbone, then down my arm. I just want to drop the towel and let him have his way with me. I can tell he wants to. But I need to talk to him. I really do.
With superhuman effort, I force myself to take a slight step back. The disappointment on his face is almost enough to make me throw myself back into his arms and confess my feelings to him.
“I’m sorry,” I say in a rush. “It’s not that I don’t want you to…well, that I don’t want you, period. Because I do. Believe me.” I cut myself off because I’m on the verge of nervous babbling.
Tristan smiles, obviously relieved. “Then what’s wrong?”
I clear my throat “I just need to talk to you. And I want to make sure I say what I need to say and not get distracted with…” I gesture up and down at his body, and he gets a wicked gleam in his eyes.
“You sure about that? You look like you’d very much like to get distracted.”
Laughing, I hold up a hand. “Give me a minute. Then you might get a chance to distract me all you want.”
He waggles his eyebrows. “Sounds like something I can get behind.”
I know something I’d like him to get behind. Me. Hard and fast.
I shake my head to clear it of the image. “I need to ask you a question. And I need you to be one hundred percent honest with me.”
“Sure thing.” He nods, his face earnest, and I relax a bit. But only a bit. Because the answer to this question could change everything.
I blow out a breath and bite my lip. I feel just as nervous as when I approached Madden about this.
“Tristan, I need to know how you really feel about me.”
He smiles easily, as if this is an easy one. “I think you’re incredible, Megan. The most amazing woman I’ve ever met.”
I blush a little at that, but it’s not enough. “No, I mean how do you feel about me?”
“Ah, I see,” he says.
“You do?” I swallow nervously.
Taking a step toward me, Tristan reaches for my hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing my knuckles in that softly seductive way of his, his eyes locked on mine, burning and passionate. He’s so incredibly sexy, his intensity getting me every time.
“Megan, from the moment I first saw you, I wanted you.”
“Really?” I breathe.
“The very first,” he affirms. “Out of all the women here, you stood out head and shoulders above the rest. I could instantly tell there was something special about you. I wanted to get to know you.”
I melt a little. He’s so open about everything. But it only makes me more confused. “I have to know, Tristan. What are you thinking? What are you hoping for? How do you really, really feel?”
He knows what I’m asking. What I need.
Threading his fingers through mine, he takes my hand in his and wraps it around behind me, pulling me in to his chest. Then he brushes a light kiss across my forehead, on my cheek, my jaw, my chin.
He leans back slightly and looks at me, his eyes searching mine, as if looking for something there. I stare back at him, hoping he finds what he’s searching for.
Then he smiles, soft and sure. And his next words make me go weak in the knees.
“Megan, I may have wanted you from the moment I saw you. But now it’s so much more than that. You’re even more special than I thought. You’re the one for me, Megan. And I want you in every way. Because I’m in love with you.”
