Jian slung the laptop bag over his shoulder as he walked, saying, “The car is waiting downstairs,” and he sped out the door.
Tristan came back and plucked his suit jacket from the dining room chair as he walked.
She trotted toward the entrance with Tristan hot on her heels.
Just as she arrived at the still-open door, Tristan reached over her head and slammed it in front of her. “Hey!”
Colleen turned, and Tristan loomed above her, his hand still pressing the suite’s door shut. “About last night—”
“Look, I don’t have any expectations,” she said.
Tristan asked, his tone serious but a little breathless, “But do you have any regrets?”
She lifted her chin to make herself look liberated and fierce. “None. You?”
“Absolutely not. I was wondering if you’d like to go to dinner again tonight? I know an amazing rooftop restaurant here in LA where we can look at the lights of the city and the stars.”
Okay. Okay, this was how adults did dating, or at least how they did hookups.
That tryst with Twist at the Devilhouse had been a turning point for her. She wasn’t going to be ashamed or too caught up in the future or what anything meant. “Yes, please.”
Subtle expressions ran over his face, a flicker of his dark eyebrows and a slight curve of a smile on one side of his mouth, and then he ducked his head and kissed her.
His mouth met hers, and the thrill and delight lifted her to her toes. Dang, he was so tall that he was bent nearly in half to kiss her, and Colleen steadied herself against the door as she tried to rise up higher. The notepad and her purse dropped from her hands, and she reached her arms around his shoulders because his kiss seemed to pull all the attention and sensation in her body to her mouth.
His breath puffed against her lips, and he pulled back for just a second, looking at her with slightly dazed blue eyes before he swooped back in for more and lifted her under her arms.
She wound both arms around his neck and held on.
The door slid behind her back, ruffling her skirt and blouse, and he stepped closer to press her against it. She grabbed him around his waist with her legs, hooking her ankles behind his back, which meant his body ground between her legs.
Her skin tingled. Her breasts felt heavy, constricted in her bra, and her body flushed with wanting him.
Tristan grabbed her ass with his hands, his body rubbing against her as his mouth dropped to her neck. He sucked and raked his teeth across her throat, the roughness so different from his careful, almost tender touch the night before. Colleen raised her head, a low moan escaping from her throat.
The sound seemed to spur him, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass and pushing against her. One of his fingers wiggled past the leg band of her panties and pressed inside her.
Her body clenched around his finger, wanting more. Her breath rushed through her body as the thick ridge of his cock rubbed against her clit through their clothes and his finger pushed farther inside her channel.
Tristan growled, “You want this.”
They had to leave. They couldn’t do this right now. “Yes.”
“Take another finger, then,” he grated out, almost snarling, and the fullness within her doubled, stroking that sensitive skin inside her.
She gasped at the invasion that was sending spirals of pleasure through her, burying her face between her elbow and his neck as he drove her toward release.
“You want my cock? You want me to fuck you against this door?”
“Yes, please,” she cried, trying to keep it to a whisper but failing.
“Maybe tonight, if you’re a good girl. Right now, you’ll take three fingers. Come for me.”
He forced a third finger inside her, the stretch almost more than she could bear. With the fullness inside and the grinding of his hard cock and the roughness of her cotton panties scrubbing against her raw clit, her body tightened, squeezing so hard that her thighs vibrated.
“Do it,” Tristan grated out and pumped his fingers inside of her.
The next rub of his cock against her broke through the clench in her abdomen, and ecstasy pulsed through her body and whited out her mind, a deep throbbing that hammered through her. She arched in his arms, gasping, her eyes open and dazzled by the light from the chandelier.
