want, little one?”
“Yes,” I gasp as his fingers press into me.
The feeling is enough to send my head spinning and my heart into cardiac arrest. The sound of my ragged breath only seems to entice Tristan to go further. To touch harder.
“I’ll take any taste of you I can get.”
My body hums at his confession. The slightest touch of his hand releases an unexpected moan from inside me. I bite back in embarrassment, but Tristan quickly makes me forget it as his hand grazes my cheek.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” he says in a strained voice. “I love the way your body responds to me.”
I feel his thumb tracing the side of my lip in soft circles. He parts my lips and my tongue greedily licks his skin.
“Has anyone else ever touched you this way?”
Plenty of men have touched me, but not like this. Not the way he’s touching me.
“No,” I admit.
“Good.”
Tristan moves his hand up my side, across my hip, and to my breast. His fingers roam up to my neck, and before I know it, I can feel them guiding me forward toward his bedroom. He closes the door behind us, locking it. I’m not sure where Ceci is, but I’m really glad Nicholas went home with the brunette on his arm.
“Take off your clothes,” Tristan demands.
A shiver of anxiety slices through me at the change in Tristan’s tone. I’m hesitant at first, but after several seconds, I feel him take charge as he slides off the dress I’m wearing. I tremble as a draft of cold air hits my skin. The sensation only makes me more aware of the awkwardness that I feel. Tristan’s eyes heat at the sight of my pink lace panties. I wasn’t sure about wearing them tonight, but now I’m glad I did.
“I like the look of these. Do you wear them all the time?”
“No, just sometimes.”
“From now on, you’ll only wear them for me.”
My cheeks heat and my breath goes ragged at his demand. Excitement pulses through me at the idea of sharing something with only him.
“Okay,” I mouth.
A ghost of a smile plays on Tristan’s lips as I wet mine. It isn’t long before he captures my mouth in one long, tantalizing kiss. His tongue grazes across my lips, and my nipples harden in response.
“Now, get on the bed,” he says, tearing away.
I watch him as he pulls out a condom from his wallet. For a moment, my thoughts are paralyzed by the suffocating realization that he must always carry one with him. I can’t even bring myself to think about the women Tristan’s been with, but I’d be lying if it didn’t make me feel self-conscious. I’ve only been with a few guys since him.
TWENTY-THREE
TRISTAN
THIS ISN’T REAL. I keep telling myself that as Emily’s chest rises and falls. The rhythmic motion leaves me hypnotized. Her breathing thickens as I lead her to the bed. To a voyeur, it may seem like I hold her in the palm of my hand and that I have all of the control in this situation, but appearances are deceiving. This little minx has me begging for more. Control seems like an ever-evasive thing with her. My feelings for her are everything they shouldn’t be—deep, uncontrollable, and real.
“Are you sure you want this, pet?” I ask rolling on the condom.
I’m giving her a way out. A way to be free of me and from the feelings I have for her. But I won’t let her leave here without hearing her say it.
“I always keep my promises,” I say, leaning forward on the bed to kiss her.
“I know—that’s the problem.”
“This is your last chance…”
She doesn’t stop me. Instead, she leans in. I smile at the impending disaster waiting for me on the other side of this kiss. Helen of Troy was the face that launched a thousand ships, but even her beauty could never tempt me the way Emily does. Soft lips meet mine as Emily stumbles forward catching herself on my arms. Her body molds against mine as I deepen the kiss, forcing her to relinquish control.
The soft moan that erupts from her only encourages me to touch her further. I wrap
“Yes,” I gasp as his fingers press into me.
The feeling is enough to send my head spinning and my heart into cardiac arrest. The sound of my ragged breath only seems to entice Tristan to go further. To touch harder.
“I’ll take any taste of you I can get.”
My body hums at his confession. The slightest touch of his hand releases an unexpected moan from inside me. I bite back in embarrassment, but Tristan quickly makes me forget it as his hand grazes my cheek.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” he says in a strained voice. “I love the way your body responds to me.”
I feel his thumb tracing the side of my lip in soft circles. He parts my lips and my tongue greedily licks his skin.
“Has anyone else ever touched you this way?”
Plenty of men have touched me, but not like this. Not the way he’s touching me.
“No,” I admit.
“Good.”
Tristan moves his hand up my side, across my hip, and to my breast. His fingers roam up to my neck, and before I know it, I can feel them guiding me forward toward his bedroom. He closes the door behind us, locking it. I’m not sure where Ceci is, but I’m really glad Nicholas went home with the brunette on his arm.
“Take off your clothes,” Tristan demands.
A shiver of anxiety slices through me at the change in Tristan’s tone. I’m hesitant at first, but after several seconds, I feel him take charge as he slides off the dress I’m wearing. I tremble as a draft of cold air hits my skin. The sensation only makes me more aware of the awkwardness that I feel. Tristan’s eyes heat at the sight of my pink lace panties. I wasn’t sure about wearing them tonight, but now I’m glad I did.
“I like the look of these. Do you wear them all the time?”
“No, just sometimes.”
“From now on, you’ll only wear them for me.”
My cheeks heat and my breath goes ragged at his demand. Excitement pulses through me at the idea of sharing something with only him.
“Okay,” I mouth.
A ghost of a smile plays on Tristan’s lips as I wet mine. It isn’t long before he captures my mouth in one long, tantalizing kiss. His tongue grazes across my lips, and my nipples harden in response.
“Now, get on the bed,” he says, tearing away.
I watch him as he pulls out a condom from his wallet. For a moment, my thoughts are paralyzed by the suffocating realization that he must always carry one with him. I can’t even bring myself to think about the women Tristan’s been with, but I’d be lying if it didn’t make me feel self-conscious. I’ve only been with a few guys since him.
TWENTY-THREE
TRISTAN
THIS ISN’T REAL. I keep telling myself that as Emily’s chest rises and falls. The rhythmic motion leaves me hypnotized. Her breathing thickens as I lead her to the bed. To a voyeur, it may seem like I hold her in the palm of my hand and that I have all of the control in this situation, but appearances are deceiving. This little minx has me begging for more. Control seems like an ever-evasive thing with her. My feelings for her are everything they shouldn’t be—deep, uncontrollable, and real.
“Are you sure you want this, pet?” I ask rolling on the condom.
I’m giving her a way out. A way to be free of me and from the feelings I have for her. But I won’t let her leave here without hearing her say it.
“I always keep my promises,” I say, leaning forward on the bed to kiss her.
“I know—that’s the problem.”
“This is your last chance…”
She doesn’t stop me. Instead, she leans in. I smile at the impending disaster waiting for me on the other side of this kiss. Helen of Troy was the face that launched a thousand ships, but even her beauty could never tempt me the way Emily does. Soft lips meet mine as Emily stumbles forward catching herself on my arms. Her body molds against mine as I deepen the kiss, forcing her to relinquish control.
The soft moan that erupts from her only encourages me to touch her further. I wrap
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