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Tristan’s arm tightened around her and his lips brushed her cheek, then the line of her jaw. “Is this what you want?”
She nodded.
“I need you to say the words, Juliet.” He gripped her other hand at her side.
She swallowed and rested her head on his chest. She trailed her nails over his forearm. The slick material gave under her nails. The sinewy muscle of his forearms flexed with each inch she covered.
This was what she wanted.
Soft and strong with a side of intensity. She wanted this man to open her up and fill her until there was no doubt she was making the right choice. She dragged the hand at her waist up to cup her breast. His long, elegant fingers molded over the lined breastplate of her costume and teased the curve of flesh that plumped over the top.
“Wonder Woman never lies, right?”
“Is that the way it goes?” He flicked the lasso at her hip. “I could always use this to make sure.” He edged her hair away with his chin, his breath on her neck.
“You can if you like.” She went onto her toes and nipped his jaw. “But the answer will remain the same.”
His eyes met hers. The time for play had gone.
She licked her lips. “Yes. So much yes.”
Chapter Four
Tristan’s fingers slid up her chest to her neck and danced lightly around her throat. Her dark eyes were nearly black in the low light. Her pupils were wide with an answering lust he wasn’t going to question.
Even if an itch bloomed between his shoulder blades.
Relief coursed through him that Rand hadn’t left the party. There had been something simmering between his best friend and Jules. Something that cautioned him to step away.
Then she’d touched him.
Her nails dug into his skin and brought his focus back to them. Only them. The need to bury himself balls deep overrode everything else. The princess of Warning Sign had been labeled untouchable by Rand, but not by him.
He was more than ready to lay waste to the aloof smile she gave people. To hear her husky voice crack because of him. To hear his name on the cries she screamed at the ceiling.
He crowded her into the hall, and then toward the top of the stairway. A small alcove afforded them a bird’s eye view of the crowd below. She gripped the railing as he dragged his teeth up her neck. He pushed her hair over her other shoulder, the inky dark waves flowing over her mouthwatering breasts.
“I could make you come right here.” She shuddered against him. “I could just shift these pants over with two fingers. No one could really see. They’re not really paying attention.”
He groaned as a couple dressed as Harley Quinn and Joker thundered up the stairs. Okay, so maybe not.
Juliet’s knuckles went white on the rail.
“Plan B,” he murmured. “Your room.”
She nodded. “Plan B sounds good.”
He scanned what was left of the reception. Callie and Owen were still dancing, but now in a slow circle. A bubble that was just them and no one else. His gaze tripped over the handful of people he knew and found Rand at the bar. He was chatting up a girl.
The tightening bands between his shoulders eased. His buddy would be hooking up in no time.
Tristan melted into the shadows and drew Juliet out of the shimmering purple lights toward the final flight of stairs. Clasping his hand, she led the way up and headed into the dimly lit hallway. Surefooted enough to relax him and rev his system at the same time.
He liked a woman who took what she wanted.
She took a left near the end of the hall and he pressed her into the door. “Plan B is nice and out of the way.”
“Handy isn’t it?” She twisted in his arms, linking her hands at the back of his waist.
