Then it was his turn.
Those long fingers plunged into my hair. Two twists and the curly strands were tightly wrapped around his hand. One tug and he’d angled my head exactly where he wanted it.
His onslaught was a delicious mix of pleasure and pain. He’d caress my tongue with his own, coiling and swirling until my toes curled, then he’d pull back and nip on my bottom lip.
The sting that followed the bite sent shivers of pleasure straight to my core.
My body grew achy and needy, my hips restless. I wanted,needed, him to touch me.
“Tristan,” I panted.
His hands swept up my bare legs, shoving my dress up to my waist. Sliding his fingers down my inner thighs, he pressed them farther apart. And when he lowered his gaze, I knew exactly what he saw.
There was no hiding the growing wet spot on my neon-pink panties.
“Fuck, baby,” he murmured. “I better take care of that.”
I didn’t have time to answer before he shoved my underwear aside and put his mouth on me. That first slow swipe of his tongue was such a shock to my system, my hips bucked off the desk.
He chuckled against my skin but still rewarded me with another long, slow lick.
“Oh,” I gasped, which quickly morphed into a moan when he sucked on my skin and thrust two fingers inside me. That sudden invasion drew a low hiss and mumbled words from the back of my throat.
The combination of his mouth and fingers were too much. My stomach dipped; that familiar fluttering making itself known.
“Tristan, I—”
“That’s it, co—”
The shrill ringing of the phone drowned out the rest of his words. I didn’t care though, the way this man played with my body was nothing shortof amazing, and there wasn’t a thing in this world that could take me out of the moment.
At least that’s what I thought.
Slowing his movements, he rose and leaned over me to look at the phone. Apparently it was still ringing.
“Answer it.”
I blinked through my lust haze. “W-what?”
“Answer it.” His face inched closer, his gaze intense and serious. “Now.”
This manstillhad his fingers buried inside me, and he wanted me to answer his phone? What the hell?
I squeezed my legs together and shook my head.
That little move earned me a slap on my thigh. My first instinct was to be offended, pissed even, but this incredible wave of pleasure rattled through my body.
“Holy shit,” I cried out, my voice shaky and breathless.
“Open.”
One growled command and I spread my legs wide. The phone had finally stopped ringing. I was grateful for that because I did not know how this man expected me to talk when I was so freaking desperate to come.
Which he was no help with now. His fingers might’ve been inside me, but they weren’t moving. I wiggled my hips. In answer, he wrapped an arm around me, anchoring my body to his.
“Tri—”
The damn phone rang a second time.
