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And then his deep voice reverberated through me. “What are you doing?”
I opened my eyes and startled. He was standing at the door to my room, watching me. And this time, it wasn’t in my imagination.
FIFTEEN
I yelped and dropped the hem of the dress, my cheeks flaming with heat. “I, um. I—”
“Elle,” he chided.
“I’m so sorry. I—” I knelt to the floor and picked up my robe, holding it in front of me as if to shield myself. How long had he been standing there? How had I not heard him come in? “I didn’t know you were home. I should’ve closed the door.”
“Yet you didn’t.” His eyes darkened, his hands braced on the doorframe. My core throbbed, reminding me of the orgasm I’d been on the cusp of. “Why?”
“Rex—”
Where was that freaking dog? I couldn’t believe the mess he’d made, leaving me to clean it up and then explain to Tristan why I was wearing his wife’s dress. Touching myself while thinking of him.Fuck.
“Rex is in the backyard.” His reaction was measured, controlled. But a muscle in his jaw clenched.
Probably burying that damn shoe.Traitor.
Tristan’s tone did nothing to put me at ease. And yet, beneath the surface, excitement thrummed through me.
“He got into some…trouble in your room while I was getting ready.” I dipped my head, the air charged with emotion. I couldn’t bring myself to speak my sister’s name. “I’m sorry.”
It was then he seemed to notice what I was wearing. My nipples were visible beneath the white material, my breasts straining against the fabric.
“Seems like he’s not the only one.” His voice was laced with danger, his eyes black with anger—or was that need?
Tristan backed away, his eyes on me the entire time as he went to sit in the chair at my desk. “Show me what you were doing.”
“In your room?” I asked, my voice breathy.
It felt as if we were playing some sort of game. One where I didn’t know the rules or what was expected of me.
He shook his head slowly. “In the mirror.”
My nipples hardened beneath the dress, the gauzy material erotic when it rubbed against them. His eyes went there, his jaw clenching.Oh god.
Was he serious? Was this what he’d hinted at last night when he’d promised not to stop?
I wasn’t going to question it. I was sick of denying myself what I wanted. And I wanted Tristan.
I glided my hands up my stomach, his eyes growing hooded the longer it took me to reach my breasts. I slid my hands over my breasts, cupping them and pinching my nipples. It sent a jolt of lightning to my core, and I wished it were his hands on me.
“That’s it.” His encouragement made me want to continue.
Slowly, I smoothed my hands up my neck and into my hair, closing my eyes briefly as I imagined his lips on my neck, my breasts.
Tristan’s sharp intake of breath was gratifying, as was the way he continued to stare at me, mouth slightly agape. His legs were spread wide, the outline of his thick cock becoming more evident in his pants. He hadn’t even laid a finger on me, and yet, I was so turned on I thought I might combust.
“Were you thinking of me while you touched yourself?” When I didn’t respond, he narrowed his eyes. “Answer me.”
I gulped at the power and intensity radiating from him. I was both nervous and excited, eagerly anticipating what he’d do next. I wasn’t sure I’d ever been more turned on. This was even better than my fantasies.
“Yes,” I hissed, wishing he’d touch me now.
He jerked his head toward the mattress. “Get on the bed.”
