Her pulse thudded hard in her throat.He was so big.So close.So insanely sexy, she couldn’t think straight.Her life was in tatters, her ex was trying to kill her, and she was falling way too hard and fast for this man in front of her.Tristan had snuck into her heart when she hadn’t been looking, and every day he took more of it.
He drew her to him and lowered his mouth to hers.Cassie met him eagerly, a hot surge of desire flooding her system.He was addictive.She wanted more of him.So much more, wanted to lose herself in him and forget everything else.
His hand slid up the back of her bare thigh and over the curve of her rear, waking millions of sensitive nerve endings.At her little sigh, he ended the kiss, gave her a knee-melting grin before turning her around to face the mirror and pulling her back flush against the front of his body.
He bent his head.Nudged the edge of the open collar aside to nuzzle a sensitive spot on the side of her neck.Meanwhile, one hand remained on her hip, the heat of it sinking through the hem of the shirt.
The other slid down to curve around the front of her bare thigh.He moved it up slowly to disappear beneath the hem of the shirt, curling around the inside of her thigh to stop inches from where she was already wet and throbbing.
Cassie caught her breath, her focus narrowing to the erotic image of them in the mirror.The dim lighting spilling from the shower behind them illuminated the side of his face.The edge of his hand, his fingers as they stroked over the soft, hypersensitive skin of her inner thigh.Her clit throbbed, her core squeezing around the empty ache inside her.
He raised his head.Met her eyes in the mirror.
Her throat went dry.“Your family,” she managed to whisper.If they didn’t come out of the bedroom soon together, everyone would know what they were doing in here.“They’re waiting for us.We can’t—”
“We can.And we’re going to.At least...you are.”The hand on her inner thigh eased a fraction higher.His other one reached up to undo the top button of the shirt.
At the feel of his big, warm hand cupping her breast, she lost the will to protest.It was impossible to think at all as he teased her nipple, dragging a gasp from her and making her come up on her toes.
His other hand shifted to cup between her legs.She pressed her lips together, stifling a moan.
“You’re so wet.”His low tone was full of approval as he dragged his tongue up the side of her neck, making her shiver.
She was.Couldn’t help it.Her body was starving for his touch, and everything was heightened with him.His quiet, controlled power was an aphrodisiac she had never experienced before.
He continued to play with her nipple as he teased her.“Cass.”
“Y-yes?”
“How turned on do you need to be to come from penetration?”
Oh, shit, he couldn’t be a dirty talker too.Her brain couldn’t handle it.“Very.”
“Hmm.”His fingers slid up her wet folds to tease her clit, wrenching a gasp from her.“How much more do you think it would take right now?”His hand shifted.Fingers teased her opening.Light strokes.Too light to give her what she craved.
“I...”
“This much more?”He teased her opening again, the heated look in his eyes telling her he knew her body’s secret and was looking forward to exploiting it here and now.
She started to shake her head.Or nod, she wasn’t sure.
“No?”he murmured, staring hungrily back at her in the mirror as his teasing fingers drove her to the edge of madness.A slick caress along the edge of her clit.A bit more pressure below.
She reached one arm up to hook around the back of his neck and gripped the edge of the counter with her free hand, her body clamoring for release.“Yes,” she whispered, praying he wouldn’t stop.
Her stare locked on the hand between her thighs.She watched him push two fingers into her, the pads sliding over exactly the right spot with firm, devastating precision.
Her inner walls tightened around him, pure pleasure streaking through her.And it only amplified with every deliberate, knowing stroke, the occasional glide of his thumb along her aching clit.
“Oh God, don’t stop,” she demanded breathlessly, past caring whether Bristol and his family knew what they were doing in here.She needed more.Needed the release he was pushing her toward.
Her eyes squeezed shut, the exquisite pleasure too sharp to bear.
She could feel him watching her as the tension built and built.She dug her fingers into the back of his neck, bit down on her lips just in time to silence a whimper.The fingers playing with her nipple tightened slightly, rolling it, the rhythm of his other hand reducing her to mindless need.
Jesus.
She pressed her lips together to muffle the cry as her orgasm started.It rolled through her in powerful waves that brought her up onto her toes and made her legs quiver.Tristan’s arms held her upright, his hands prolonging the pleasure, dragging it out while she trembled and fought for breath.
