But I’m in no hurry and make sure her other nipple enjoys the same attention before I settle back, my desperate cock pressed against her sex, eager to ride her to orgasm. “We’re going to do it like this?”
“Don’t you have condoms?” she asks.
“Didn’t exactly plan to have sex…so no.”Idiot.There could be some in my diving bag, but I don’t want to go dig now. That would give me time to think, and that’s the last thing I want.
“They sell some in the boutique.”
“We can put it on our tab tomorrow.”
Lexi giggles, and I kiss down her neck, ready with some alternative plans. “This little set of yours has been driving me wild since you burst into Evan’s bathroom.” I roll on my side and tug at the waist of her silk bottoms. She wriggles so I can pull them down.
“It has?” she whispers as she kicks them off, keeping one leg bent and the other straightened out.
She’s naked now and my eyes are thirsty to take in every inch of her. “Totally.” In the moonlight coming from outside, her skinis creamy and smooth, and I want to run my tongue and lips over all of it. I brush my hand up her thigh and my fingers trace the line of her sex. She’s wet, and I groan as I dip my finger into her flesh, into that sweet, tight opening of hers.
She opens her legs wider, and it’s like pouring a fucking tank of gasoline on an open fire. I watch her face as I fuck her with my fingers, hard and aching to be inside of her.
“Oh my God.” Her hand is in my hair, her breath a warm flow over my skin. “This is going to be so quick.”
Damn. I want everything but quick. I want days and hours. Weeks and months. I add a finger and up the pace. She’s eager, her hips an echo of my every move. I caress her cheek with my lips and run my tongue along her bottom lip. “Come for me, angel. I promise that as soon as we’re good to go, I’ll fuck you and make you come on my cock so many times you’ll forget what day it is.”
“Tris…” She inhales sharply and then seems to hold her breath. “Oh my God?—”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
LEXI
I’m coming hard, and Tristan’s words are only feeding my body’s orgasmic frenzy of fireworks and the shivers chasing though me. He stares into my eyes as he holds his fingers steady, pressing down with his palm right where I need it. I dig my nails into his biceps, having to hold onto something as I breathe through this moment.
“Tris…” If this is what he does to me with a simple finger fuck, I might lose track of months and years once things escalate.
He dips his head, and his mouth consumes mine in a slow, ardent kiss that keeps me floating on that high a moment longer.
His cock is so freaking hard as he presses into me, and I run my hand up his arm to cup his face as he gently retracts his hand.
“That was a pleasure if ever there was one,” he murmurs against my lips, as if I just saidthank you.
“A pleasure I should return,” I whisper back.But first… “Out with the truth, Tristan Martinelli. You let my vibrator run down and then hid the charger.”
“Guilty as charged.”
“It’s not charged at all!”
He chuckles against my cheek as he brushes his lips to my temple. “What are you going to do with me now?”
“Sounds like you want to be handcuffed. That can be arranged, you know.”
“Now there’s a thought.” He laughs, keeping me on my back with that magic hand on my stomach as he presses an innocent—innocent my ass! More like guilty—kiss to my shoulder.
“Oh, I have so much torture coming your way,” I mutter as I roll onto my side and run my hand down his chest. “You have the right to remain silent.” I nibble a path down his pec, straight to his nipple, which is clearly a hot spot on his body, given his reaction to my touch earlier. I lick and kiss and suck it, and then, when he moans for more, I give him a little bite.
“Agh! Fuck, Lexi?—”
“That’s for being so despicable as to hide my charger, knowing we’re in the middle of nowhere, and I can’t get a new one, and for letting my toy go dead.” I chuckle against his abs as I ghost my hand over his cock where it’s straining against his boxer briefs. He twitches in anticipation. There’s nothing small about Tristan, but I knew this. In some aspects, he isn’t exactly full of surprises. My fingers find their way into his underwear, and I lift the fabric over his cock, making sure I don’t touch him where his body is begging for it.
Until I shift and lick down the length of his shaft. He gasps, his abs flexing as he clutches my hair. “And this,” I whisper, “is for being such an auspicious replacement.”
“Babes, I solemnly promise to be at the ready whenever and as often as you need me.”
