AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Again, she didn’t want him to feel sorry for her.
“Anyway.” She turned toward him and played with the collar of his shirt. “I think Jacob and Kristen both liked you.”
“Good. I know that’s important. Your brother’s great.” His hand went around her neck and the corner of his mouth ticked up. “Where were we?”
His lips lowered to hers. They got right back to where they were when they were interrupted, and the kiss quickly became heated. Tristan turned them and her back was plastered to his door.
Stacey pulled his shirt from his pants and ran her hand over the skin of his abs. His skin was warm and soft. There were ridges where his six pack was. She moaned as her hands rubbed along.
He pulled back and his gaze burned into her. He put his hand under her top and slowly traveled it up her stomach.
Their gaze never faltered, but her breath quickened.
When he cupped her breast, she closed her eyes and tipped her head to the side. His mouth met her neck as he massaged her breast.
“Tristan.”
He moved his lips to her mouth, and he kissed her. Hard. An all-male sound tore from his throat, and his kiss held a hunger she had never felt from him before. Their tongues tasted each other, and she felt her heart would explode as their mouths crushed and devoured, until his lips left hers and he was kissing down her neck.
Her blood pounded throughout her body. Heat radiated in her veins, and wetness pooled between her thighs.
They were in the driveway. This was crazy.
She pulled away as her breath heaved in and out of her lungs, as if she might never catch it again. She felt Tristan’s excitement pressed up against her leg, hard. It felt good. It felt amazing. “Tristan.”
“Hmmm?” His lips were on hers again. God, he tasted good.
He stopped and pulled away. Far away and combed his hands through his hair. She stayed up against the truck, not trusting her legs to hold her full weight.
“Girl, wow.” Their eyes connected. “I’ve gotta go, now, or I’m not gonna leave at all tonight.” He opened his door.
She touched his hand, and an electric shock warmed her entire body.
His hot gaze burned through her. “Would you be offended if I don’t kiss you again? If I do, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”
The two of them, right here, right now, on the side of his truck, flashed through her mind. She breathed in a large breath and pushed it out slowly. “I think that’s a good idea.”
He climbed in the truck and rolled down the window. Stacey stood back with her hands across her chest.
She could still feel his hands on her skin and his kisses on her neck. Maybe if she held her arms close, the feeling would never go away.
“I’ll call you tomorrow.” He waved and pulled out of the driveway.
Stacey watched him, then slowly walked up to the couch on the deck and fell onto it. “I can’t go any further. That guy messed with my insides.”
Driving home, Tristan had a hard time staying focused on the podcast he was listening to. His mind kept wandering back to Stacey. She was amazing. He was glad they were finally getting to know each other after months of only talking on the phone. He hoped he could get through her hard exterior which stood firmly against relationships. He needed to figure out why she was against them.
He pushed in the code to open the large black wrought iron gates with a large W etched on each and pulled through them slowly.
The driveway meandered through wooded property, which, during the day, shaded the driveway and cast a secluded and serene feeling as you entered. After many twists and turns up the drive, the house came into view.
It was a sprawling mansion with an immense entrance onto the porch. The house was an 1800 plantation home, redone but kept up to date. The porch was never used, and neither was the front door. It was the side and back of the house, which was added on to and modernized.
Tristan followed the road behind the huge four-car garage and to the rear of the property to the guest house, and he made sure to use that term loosely.
This house was perfect, lived in, and homey. The pool, which sat out the back door, was overdone with a waterfall filtering the water constantly.
He sat in his car and looked around the property. Stacey didn’t hide how she felt about rich people. What will she think when she sees all this? The women Adler brought home are like most. All they see are the things they have. Adler says it doesn’t bother him, but it bothers Tristan. He loved his aunt and uncle, and he’s thankful they took him in, but sometimes wished this money wasn’t a part of his life. Finding the right woman would be so much easier if he didn’t have all this. He should probably think about moving out.
