A few minutes later, and after her bedtime story, Millie crawled into bed and held her pancake plushie to her chest. I was still stunned that Tristan had managed to get her something she liked so much.
“So...” I climbed in next to her and brushed out her hair. “What do you think of Tristan?” A bout of nervousness flooded my veins. I shoved it aside and kept my gaze on the brush as I waited for her answer.
“He’s big,” she said. “Bigger than Gramps. But I like him.”
I liked him too. The version of him we’d witnessed tonight, at least. He was charming, funny, and nothing like the man I’d worked with for the past five years.
And that was the damn problem.
I shouldn’t have found him charming and funny. And I most certainly shouldnothave looked forward to playing pretend with him.
Chapter nine
Tristan
Soft flesh met my fingertips, and I tightened my hold on her thighs. I groaned. Back and forth, back and forth, she took me deeper with every slow, sensual slide of her hips. Fuck me, this was good. Too good. I’d never experienced something as euphoric as the feeling of her moving over me.
“You drive me crazy,” I muttered half out of breath. “Riding me like you fucking own me.”
“Mmm,” she moaned.
Her pace increased. I wanted to throw my head back and just feel, but I needed to see her more. To see if she was as lost to this addictive passion as I was. Slowly, my gaze traveled from my hands on her thighs up over her middle.
I moved higher still. My mouth salivated at the sight of her perfect breasts bouncing in time with her rolling hips. The need to taste was so urgent, I couldn’t stop myself from surging forward and latching on to her nipple.
“Ohhh.”
Her hand swept into my hair, fingers digging into my scalp, almost like she was afraid I’d stop. She had no need for concern. This was my own personal slice of heaven, and I was never leaving.
“More,” she cried, her movements faster and more frantic now. “I need more.”
I did too.
Needed it deeper and harder. But most of all I needed to lose myself in her eyes when she came around me. Letting her breast fall from my mouth, I lifted my gaze to hers.
And almost choked when Kate looked back at me.
“Fuck...”
I jolted awake.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
My hands shot to my head. Curling my fists into my hair, I yanked at the ends until a sharp stinging pain registered against my scalp.
What in the name of all things holy was going on inside my brain?
I’d had sex dreams before, quite a few actually, but none of them had felt so real. And not a single one had ever been about Kate.
Why?
Why, after all this damn time, was she stuck inside my head. Why couldn’t I shake her?
Maybe it’s because you don’t want to shake her. Or maybe it was simply because she intrigued me.
I hadn’t seen this side of her before. She was relaxed and witty, so damn witty. And not at all affected by me. She’d been right when she’d told me I’d been laying it on thick. Because I had.
I’d burned with a fierce need to see if she was like every woman I’d been with. If she’d give in when I lowered my voice and gave herthe look. The one that had most women throwing their panties at my feet.
