She looked not one bit convinced.
She would be.
Her mouth parted with both alarm and curiosity. “Tristan, are you about to—”
He stroked up the length of her slit with his tongue and stole the question from her mouth. Two fingers entered her, and his tongue found the nub of her sex. He took himself in hand and stroked his hard length as he worked her body. She was already growing wild beneath him as her long, perfect legs wrapped around his head. This wouldn’t take long.
She inhaled a sharp gasp and tensed beneath him, but his tongue and fingers didn’t let up. Then she broke, her sex quivering delicately beneath and around him. A few more strokes of his manhood and climax washed over him, sending him over the edge as an animal roar poured forth.
Heart pounding, pleasure coursing through his veins with each sated thud, he rolled off her, taking one of her legs with him, holding it close as he collapsed onto his back. Together, they lay, blanket at their backs, staring up at the blue sky peeking through the tree canopy. A light breeze cooling the sweat off their skin, this was bliss, pure and simple.
Through the sound of leaves rustling, birds trilling, and stream flowing came her voice. “I once thought a man’s buttocks couldn’t possibly be as muscular and taut as that of the statue of David.”
“And now?”
“I was wrong.”
He chuckled, the sound a deep, warm rumble that invited her in.
Her serious gaze met his. “I’m not sure of who I am with you. It’s not who I thought I was.”
That made two of them.
He wasn’t sure if it was a comfort.
*
Amelia reclaimed herleg from Tristan and sat up. She needed to think, and that ability was severely hampered when this man was touching her.
They’d doneit…again.
Once could be called a mistake.
But twice?
Twice had the beginnings of a pattern.
He rolled onto his side. His eyes held an unknown quality. It made her nervous.
“We should dress.” She reached for her chemise to prove her point.
“Why?” he asked.
Thatwhywas the spark of irritation she needed. But, really, sometimes the man could be such aduke. “Before we’re discovered,” she said, as if it needed saying.
He rolled onto his back, one arm draped across his face, utterly, unabashedly unbothered.
Oh, the naked sight of him.
She couldn’t look at the naked sight of him.
Not if she was to keep her hands off him.
“You could stay,” he muttered, one eye peeking up at her.
“Stay?”
“Stay.”
