Tristan nodded, and crawled over her, reaching his hand toward the nightstand. “Let me suitup.”
“Why?”
She shocked him into silence. His hand froze in midair, he blinked, and stared down ather.
Izzie added, “I mean, you’ve been tested every which way and have gotten a clean bill of health. I haven’t had sex in years, but I get tested regularly as a recovering drug addict. I promise I’m clean.” She waited for his remarks. He blinked some more. She grinned, filling her mind with wicked thoughts, so he would read them in her eyes. She moaned, “I want to feel your bare skin onmine.”
A deep crease formed between Tristan’s eyebrows as he briefly closed his eyes. When he reopened them, Izzie wanted to drown in the sea of passion she spied in his dark blue gaze in the split second before he swooped down and clamped his lips on hers. She tasted her pleasure as she sucked his tongue. The moist tip of his cock nudged her folds when Tristan nestled his hips between her thighs. She welcomed him inside her, giddy with the sensation of their slick flesh rubbing against eachother.
Tristan buried his face in the crook of her neck, nudging her ear with his nose, inhaling herscent.
Hot.
She melted under histouch.
Gasping for air and moaning, she raked her fingers on his broad back as he thrust in and out of her. Her hips chased his, her thighs pressed his body. She arched her back when her sex squeezed him tight. She bit her lower lip,grunting.
“Give it to me, gorgeous. Don’t holdback.”
Staring into his eyes, heart clawing up her throat, Izzie didn’t think she had any energy left inher.
“Not holding. Too weak,” shemumbled.
Tristan’s cock nudged her womb as he plunged his hips into hers, her sex gripped him, and his fingers tweaked her nipple. Feeling faint, her chest constricted by the overwhelming explosion of sensations, Izzie dug her nails into his shoulders and wailed a string of incoherentwords.
Except forone.
“Tristan!” she repeated that single word as if it were a mantra, the sexiest mantra imaginable, until her voice gothoarse.
Her soul soared when his hot jets warmed her insides, his moans filled her ears, and his wet lips covered her nipple. He sucked at the hard nub just as his stabbing cock slowed down and the waves of pleasure ebbed in her lowerbody.
“God. I can’t. It’s toomuch.”
The wicked man chuckled, his mouth full of her breast, his stare trapping hers. Her relaxed muscles made her move in slow motion, but she speared her fingers through his hair, smiled her satisfaction, then dropped her head on thepillows.
Caught in the twilight between consciousness and unconsciousness, Izzie whispered,I love you,not sure if the words ever made out of hermouth.
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Tristan
Izzie didn’t hearhim muttering, “Love youmore.”
She passed out in hisarms.
She freaking passed out from the pleasure he had givenher.
Torn between exhilaration and worry, he gazed at her relaxed features, tracing her swollen lips with the tip of his indexfinger.
“Fuck! I do love you,” hecroaked.
He had never stopped loving Izzie. He got that now. Everyone was right. He had hurt so badly, for so long, because he had never gotten over her. Sorting out a future together presented challenges, no doubt about it. The logistics would be complex, but if Izzie loved him, like she confessed just now, nothing would stop him from getting herback.
And theirson.
Hisson.
He inhaled deeply, and let the air out in a slow sigh, doing his best to calm down the flapping wings of the butterflies that had made their home inside him since he found out Arthur was hisson.
