Needing to touch him, I moved my hands toward his face but before I could touch his skin, those long fingers clamped around my wrists and slammed my arms into the mattress. He squeezed once, twice, then slowly released his grip to smooth his hands over my palms and thread his fingers through mine. The veins in his forearms popped so freaking fantastically. I wanted to lift my head and trace them with my tongue.
Heat bloomed in my core. The tug so damn instant, I would’ve squeezed my thighs together if it weren’t for the man settled between them.
“Are you waiting for me to beg?”
His eyes darkened, but he shook his head. “Not tonight.” He released one of my hands to brush his fingers along my jaw. “Tonight, I just need you to be sure. There’ll be no going back; there’ll be—”
Before he could finish that sentence, I used all my strength to surge off the mattress and cover his mouth with mine. My free hand speared into his hair, nails ruthlessly digging into his scalp. I kissed him hard, sucking on his bottom lip and pulling it between my teeth.
“I’m sure,” I breathed. “Now would youpleasejust fuck me already?”
The growl that tore from his lungs melted my insides. Liquid heat rushed through my veins and set my pulse on fire.
“Such a filthy little mouth,” he murmured. “What ever will I do with it?”
In a flash, he clutched my throat, thumb and middle finger digging into the spot under my jaw. He didn’t hurt me. Simply applied enough pressure to ease me down onto the bed.
I went willingly. Eagerly. I wanted this, wanted him, more than I’d wanted anything.
Pinning me with a stare so dark and, so intense, it stole my breath, he squeezed a little harder. My tongue darted out, slowly sliding across my dry lips. His gaze dropped to mouth and stayed there.
Five, maybe six seconds ticked by before we locked eyes again. And holy moly, the predatory gleam shining in his dark irises hit me with a fresh wave of goosebumps.
One corner of his sinful lips slowly curled as he tracked the tiny bumps spreading across my skin—up one arm, down the other. My neck, my chest, before finally stopping at my breasts.
I was still wearing my pajamas. That didn’t mean shit though. Anyone with eyes could see my nipples straining against the flimsy material. He sure did. Much like mine had earlier, his tongue slipped out to lick a slow path across his bottom lip.
The way he stared... My goodness, I’d never felt more desired or bold.
Quickly slipping my hands beneath my shirt, I palmed my breasts and squeezed them together. Already strung so damn tight, that small touch drew a moan from my throat. Or maybe it was the way his hold on my throat tightened or the angry growl from his chest that did it.
“If you’re so intent onjustlooking,” I said, breathless. “I’ll give you something to look at.”
To prove my point, I rolled my nipples between my fingers. As good as it felt, it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed his hands and mouth on me. Before I could even think about voicing any of it, he grabbed my wrists and slammed my hands down on either side of my head.
I blinked, and he was right there, nose pressed to mine and his hot breath fluttering over my lips. “Someone needs a lesson in patience.”
He might as well have given me very graphic descriptions of all the ways he wanted to take me, his words had the same freaking effect.
“Yeah, well.” I sounded even more breathless. “It’s not nice to leave people high and dry.”
“Dry?” Keeping his eyes trained on me, he pushed to his knees. The fingers that’d been wrapped around my wrists brushed down my arms and the side of my breasts before settling on the waistband of my shorts.
Instead of pulling them down like I wanted him to, his fingertips kept on traveling. Over my hips, down to my knees and up the inside of my thighs. His touch was deliberately slow and so damn tortuous.
And the closer he got to where I wanted him, the more restless I became.
When he eventually reached the hem of my shorts, I was ready to take matters into my own hands, just to find some relief.
Tristan knew.
The bastard dug his fingers into my skin and spread my legs wider, but he didn’t do a damn thing to soothe the relentless aching and throbbing.
I was about to freaking beg again when his thumbs finally slipped past the barrier of my underwear.
A loud gasp tore from my lungs.
“Hmm,” he murmured. “I wouldn’t call this dry.”
