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I could feel him smiling against my neck as his hands snaked around my waist. I tried to block out the feel of hands on my bare skin. His scent wrapped around me, and suddenly, he was all I could breathe.
“I regret everything I said. The silence is driving me crazy. I can’t concentrate on anything. You make it so fucking hard,” he whispered, his voice caressing my ear like silk. “Say something, please. I miss the sound of your voice,” he groaned, pulling me closer to his body, as if that would make it easier to get a reply out of me.
My backside was pressed to his crotch, and his hand slowly moved to my stomach.
I was counting on my self-control right now.
There was a long silence as neither of us spoke. I stared into the darkness, waiting to hear his voice again.
“Good night, Chloe.” He kissed my neck, his action sending currents through my body.
We lay in silence. I closed my eyes and tried to force sleep upon me, but Tristan’s fingers remained busy on my waistline, slowly drawing circles on the same spot; it was all I could think about. I wondered how something so little left me hot and bothered.
I imagined his hand somewhere else, his rough fingers skimming all over my skin, and his sinful lips everywhere. A soft moan escaped my lips, and I felt him stiffen behind me. I tried to cover it up with a cough.
“What’s on your mind,hmm?” he whispered, his finger now trailing up my stomach and down to my waistline. “Is it my finger? You like this?” He repeated the motion of his fingers on the same spot.
The soft brush of his fingers, plus the smoothness of his voice, was a delicious combo my body couldn’t resist. I was suddenly a slave to his voice. Was it my three-year celibacy that was making me so sensitive?
“Tell me what you want, Chloe.”
I wanted his hands everywhere.
“How does this make you feel?” he whispered into my ear, moving his fingers up the space between my breasts.
I knew he could tell how my body was responding to his action. He could feel my pulse rising and the change in my breathing.
“Don’t fight it.” He nibbled on my ear, his hands not quite where I wanted them. “I won’t do anything until you tell me to,” he rasped.
I pressed into him, and his thick erection jabbed my backside. He moaned at my action, and it was the sexiest sound I’d ever heard.
“There are so many things I want to do to you right now,” he said against my neck. “I just need your words.”
He was trying to trick me into talking to him. Nope, not falling for it.
My body wanted it, his touch, his lips, but a voice at the back of my head was screaming at me to pull away and walk out, reminding me of his words.
“I want to feel you, listen to the sounds you make when I fuck you with my fingers, taste you, and watch you come apart.”
That was it. His filthy words, and I was doomed. It happened so quickly, like I wasn’t in control of my body. My desires held me captive and compliant. My head tilted a little to meet his face in the dark. I could make out his silhouette, and I could feel his eyes on me.
“Say it,” he whispered mere inches from my lips.
I moved to kiss him, but my lips ended up on the corner of his mouth. I felt his smile.
“Your lips are the softest I’ve ever felt,” he said.
I drew closer and took his lips in a deep kiss. He responded almost immediately, his hand slipping slowly into my cami top and his fingers coming up and wrapping around my throat in a sinful bliss that made me moan into his mouth.
His other hand roamed my hip and backside, his big palm kneading my ass. He broke the kiss and whispered, “How far do you want to go? Stop me if you feel uncomfortable with anything.”
He waited for me to say something, but I remained silent.
“Are you seriously not going to say anything? How do I know you want this?” he asked.
I kissed him again. He laughed into the kiss and bit my lips. His hand left my neck and traced the valley between my breasts. I pulled away from the kiss and closed my eyes as his hand dived lower and into my shorts.
He kissed my neck as his fingers found their way between my legs. I squeezed my thighs, unable to control the pleasure it brought.
