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“I don’t mind the winter. Gives me a reason to snuggle by the fire. Especially with you.”
He bites his lower lip in that flirtatious way that always causes my pulse to increase. “Tell you what. The second I have a break in my shooting schedule, even if it’s just a few days, I’ll get on the first flight out to you and we can snuggle by a nice, warm fire. Clothing optional.”
“Just snuggle?” I pass him a coy look. “I mean, if it’s clothing optional, I can think of more interesting things we can do than just snuggle.”
“Oh, yeah?” The background shifts again as he relaxes against the couch.
“Yeah.” I nod slowly.
“Like what?” His tone becomes husky, the light expression on his face turning sensual. Wanton.
This is what I need right now. A reminder of how much Tristan wants me. How much he craves me. How good we are together. We make sense. Creed and I never did. We never will.
“Since clothing’s optional, I’d suggest we both choose the no-clothes option, but not before giving you a little show. After all, I know how much you enjoy watching me strip.”
When his eyes close, I know he’s picturing the last time I did this precise thing.
I once asked why he liked watching me strip so much, figuring most guys would want to get to the good stuff as quickly as possible, namely a naked woman between their sheets. But Tristan told me there was something incredibly intimate about being allowed to watch a beautiful woman take off her clothes. How, with each article she sheds, she’s letting you see another piece of her. Letting youhaveanother piece of her until you no longer know where one ends and the other begins.
Except I’m not sure I’ve truly allowed Tristan to have a single piece of me. Not where it matters.
“Do I ever,” he groans, pulling me from my unnerving thoughts. “What’s next?” His jaw ticks, chest rising and falling in a quicker pattern, his words rough and hungry.
“I’d have you sit on the couch and crawl on top of you. But I wouldn’t let you touch me.”
“Fuck, Esme. Do you know how much I miss you in my bed? It’s been torture.”
“I’ll stop if it makes you feel better.”
“Don’t you bloody think about it. Tell me everything you want, and I promise to make it a reality the next time I see you.”
I moisten my lips, my body heating as desire spreads through me. An ache settles deep in my core, growing more intense by the second.
“I’ll slide my pussy all over your cock, but won’t let you inside. I’ll get you all worked up. Get you so damn hard until you’re ready to explode.”
“Then will you let me fuck you?”
Giving him a sly smile, I shake my head. “Not yet. I’ll torture you even more. I’ll slide off you, then make you watch as I fuck myself with my fingers, knowing how desperate you are to do it yourself.”
“God, am I ever. I need you so bad, babe. I—”
Suddenly, a knock sounds in the background, and Tristan looks away from the screen.
“What is it?” he calls out with a gruffness I don’t often hear from him.
“You’re needed on set in five, Mr. Hughes,” comes a muted reply.
He curses under his breath, jaw tight with frustration. “I’ll be right there.” Drawing in a deep breath, he returns his gaze to mine. “Sorry, darling. I have to go. I was supposed to review the next scene, but someone distracted me.” He playfully waggles his brows.
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be,” he shoots back. “I’d rather talk to you, especially when you get like this. Can I call you later tonight so we can pick this up again?”
“Tonight for you is morning for me, and I have another busy day.”
“Then maybe we try again tomorrow around this time?”
I give him a smile, trying to hide my disappointment. “Of course. Have a good day.”
