And what a fantastic dream it was.
Tristan’s clever fingers toyed with my nipples, tweaking and pulling while his other hand worked between my legs. Even in my dreams, this man was so skilled at making my body sing, it didn’t take long for those delicious tingles to ripple across my skin.
“Fucking hell,” dream Tristan murmured. “You’re already close.”
I was. So freaking close that when he withdrew his fingers and pushed them back in, my entire world exploded.
Stars sparked behind my eyes as I screamed his name. The hand on my breast shot up and covered my mouth.
“Shh. We don’t want to wake Millie up just yet.”
My eyes flew open, and I realized, with shock, that it hadn’t been a dream at all.
“Good morning, baby.” His hot breath blew over the back of my neck. His fingers slowly slipped in and out, prolonging my orgasm. “I’d apologize for being unable to help myself, but you feel too damn good to be sorry.”
I hummed or maybe it was a moan, I couldn’t be sure. Behind me, he chuckled.
“Give me one more?”
Thinking he wasn’t done exploring between my legs with his skillful fingers, I nodded eagerly. But instead of continuing his delectable torture, he withdrew completely. With a protest ready, I scowled over my shoulder.
Until I saw him.
Sitting back on his heels, hand wrapped around himself, he stroked up and down. Gosh, he was a masterpiece. The way his inked muscles rippled and popped. The sharp edges of his jaw. The intense look in that dark, dark gaze.
“On your front,” he commanded. “Ass up.”
I was very grateful I’d been too tired to put my pajamas on the previous night. It made it so much easier to do as I was told.
“Perfect.” His hand smoothed up one cheek then down the other. “Fucking perfect.”
His touch disappeared. One, two seconds ticked by thensmack.That big palm landed on my skin. Tiny stings of pain spread through every nerve ending, and when he caressed the pained spot with the gentlest of touches, a sharp tug of pleasure rattled my bones.
Another one of those needy noises blew over my lips.
“You liked that?” he murmured, spearing his fingers through my hair and pulling at the roots. “Didn’t you?”
I couldn’t think, couldn’t speak, couldn’t even breathe.
Another smack landed on the opposite cheek. “Gotta answer me, baby.”
I’d never nodded so fast.
“Hmm.” His low groan crawled over my sensitive skin. “This pretty ass is just begging to be spanked red, isn’t it?” There was no need to answer the question because he went on, voice all deep and growly, “Soon, baby. Real soon.”
His hand lifted again. I squeezed my eyes shut. My blood thrummed with anticipation. But instead of a smack burning my skin, he grabbed my hips. With a bruising grip, he held on and slammed into me with one sure thrust.
My breath caught. Gone was the slow and measured movement he’d used when I’d been half asleep. In its place was the wild, untamed beast that never ceased to rock my world.
He fucked me hard. Driving into me over and over again until my vision clouded, and my body spasmed with another orgasm. The pulses so strong, I dragged him right over the edge with me.
With my name on his lips, he rode out his release with slow, delectable thrusts.
“Holy shit.” He fell forward and peppered my skin with kisses. Along my shoulder, up the back of my neck, my ear, my jaw.
“How have I gone my entire life without this?” More kisses. “Without you?”
Those words. Those freaking words so carefully designed to wreak havoc on my heart did what they were intended to. Thump, thump, thump it hammered against my ribs at an alarming speed.
