Chapter Forty-One
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Cassie woke to thefeel of a big, warm hand and equally warm lips moving down the length of her bare back.She smiled, sighed, and gave herself up to the man who had changed her life and stolen her heart.
It was Sunday morning.Neither of them had anything pressing left to do or take care of.Any remaining danger had ended abruptly two weeks ago with Isaacs’ arrest.
He had been denied bail and was in jail awaiting trial.She would have to testify against him, but that wouldn’t be for months, and she had made up her mind not to think about him.Now it was just a matter of dealing with the ongoing legal and insurance ramifications from the fire during these last few weeks before she returned to work.
But she wasn’t doing any of that today.Today was just for her and Tristan.
He knew exactly what got her going and made her body hum.Within minutes she was wet and aching for him.A few minutes after that, she was desperate for him to quit teasing her and get her off.
Tristan was clearly not in the mood to be rushed, however.He made her wait.Took his time arousing her, drawing it out until she went from urging him to impatiently demanding he make her come.
A deep, soft chuckle vibrated against her nape.“So greedy,” he murmured.
His weight kept her anchored on her stomach beneath him, right arm tucked around her hips.His hand wedged between her thighs, providing the external stimulation to her clit that drove her wild.
“Tristaaaan,” she whined, unsure if she was threatening or pleading.
“Shhh.”When he entered her from behind, she caught her breath.The position made him feel impossibly huge inside her.Being trapped beneath his weight heightened the feeling of vulnerability, her inability to move.Him making her relinquish control sent a hot thrill through her.
His hips began to move.He thrust in and out of her, working her core expertly, hitting exactly the right spot with the perfect amount of force.
It didn’t take her long to get there.He had her so worked up, his angle and tempo so perfect as he stroked her, the wet sound of each thrust unbearably erotic.
She called his name on a plaintive cry, gripped the fitted sheet in her fists and started coming, her inner muscles clenching around him.Against the curve of her shoulder Tristan groaned low in his throat and followed, thrusting deep and burying his face in her neck.
Breathing hard, she moaned and went limp beneath him.“Good morning to you too.”
He nuzzled that soft, sensitive curve, his stubble rasping pleasantly over her skin, raising goosebumps.“Morning.You looked so sweet and sexy in your sleep, I couldn’t help myself.”
A smile curved her mouth.“You’re addicted to me.”
“Completely.”He kissed the side of her neck, eased off her and rolled her onto her side in front of him before tucking her firmly into the curve of his body.He wrapped his right arm around her ribs, the left one bound in a sling against her back.“Wanna get up now?”
“Not even a little.You?”
“Nope.”He snuggled in closer, yawned, and in a shockingly short amount of time was asleep again, his breathing deep and even.
She didn’t know how he did it.Actually resented him for it a little.He must have learned it while he was in the military.But the chaos of the weeks leading up to now was finally behind them, and they both deserved to rest.
