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Wondered what Tristan would say when he saw it.
She pushed him back into the gate over the elevator. “Upstairs.”
His grip was just shy of dangerously tight before he slowly let her go. He slapped the button on the wall and the elevator came to life. He shoved the gate up and dragged her inside.
It was impossibly large.
She could have a damn dance party in there, but he crossed the space to the lever and slapped it. Instead of coming back to her, he stayed there, his chest heaving a little with the breath he’d denied himself.
Lips twitching, she put her hands on her hips. “Why so far away?”
“Because you’re too tempting.”
She gave into a full-fledged smile. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.” When he opened the gate, she sashayed off the elevator and into the wide, white and brick room.
“Quite the place you’ve got, Tris.” Her belly growled at the scents wafting on the air. “And I’m pretty sure I’d do anything to taste what I’m smelling.”
He came out of a different room and into the kitchen. A black thermal shirt hugged his lean body and had been paired with faded jeans with a tear in the knee. “That could be arranged.” His gaze heated, then dragged down her body. “Though it looks like there may have been a welcome wagon that didn’t include me.”
She let her hips sway a little extra. “Maybe.” She stopped in front of him, tipping her chin up to meet his stormy blue eyes.
He grasped her neck lightly, dragging his thumb over the marks Sparks had made. He lowered his mouth to follow the exact same path. His kiss was softer, though a scratch of beard chased his gentle lips. But his fingers flexed lightly on her throat. She sucked in a breath as he n
ipped her chin. “Can’t have that,” he said, taking her mouth.
His kiss was wild and thorough. Finesse and power.
She reached behind her and caught the front of Sparks’s jeans. He groaned as she skipped her fingers up his erection to his belt loops. She dragged him closer until his magnificent cock pressed against her ass.
Sparks slid his fingers through her hair, dragging it aside to taste her neck from the back. The swirl of his tongue at her nape, and Tristan’s along the roof of her mouth left her body reeling.
This was exactly what she needed tonight. No thinking, just this. All of this surrounding her.
All of them.
Tristan drew back and let her go. He swiped his thumb over his lower lip as if relishing her taste. Sparks tried to pull away too, but she didn’t let him. He was skittish as it was already.
She drew his hand around the front of her and under her shirt. She hissed. “Cold hands.” She covered it with her own and drew it up to her breasts while Tristan watched. She sighed as Sparks’s cool fingers burned through the cups of her bra.
A buzzer on the stove broke the moment. Tristan turned away to grab an oven mitt.
She rolled her ass against the front of Sparks’s jeans as he tested the weight of her. Her nipples were so damn hard. The damn man evidently had been taking his cues from his friend, because he coasted his palms over the rigid tips before sliding back down her ribs and out from under her shirt.
“We should eat.”
Fuck pizza. She wanted to say that. Instead, she nodded. “Wouldn’t want to waste it.”
Tristan grinned. “More like you’ll need your strength, sweetheart.”
Okay then. She managed not to shiver. Instead, she tossed her hair back. “Then feed me.”
Tristan’s eyes went dark again. “Oh, that’s a fucking fact.”
Her stomach flipped, but she tossed him her half smile. She trailed her fingers along the edge of the counter then moved toward where a heavy round table was tucked in the corner.
The room opened up with exposed brick and huge, guy-sized furniture. But it wasn’t completely college dorm. The furniture was good quality. Maybe not like the kind at her palatial Bostonian museum of a home, but definitely not bargain basement.
A television the size of a movie theater dominated a wall with a tower of boy toys. Every gaming system she’d ever heard of, and even one that was older than she was.
