She moans as I kiss her, and the sound goes straight to my dick. As if my hands have a will of their own, they start slipping up the baggy jersey and onto her soft, warm skin.
“Tristan,” Amy breathes my name between kisses, her hands finding their way to the back of my neck, pulling me closer. Her heart races against my chest as our tongues dance together, and it makes my own pulse pound like a hammer against my throat.
Fuck, I’ve never loved kissing someone as much as I love kissing her.
“Is this okay?” I ask as I start slipping my fingers under her bra.
“Yes,” she whispers, her eyes glazed and dreamy.
“Oh fuck, Amy. I think I might die.”
And I really mean it. Her tits are big and plump and so, so soft. I’ve dreamed of getting my hands on them.
Our bodies press tightly together, and heat radiates between us. My thumbs rub over both of her nipples, and she whimpers.
Oh fuck, I need more of this. I’ll die if this is all I get.
“Amy,” I whisper. “Please—” I inhale a sharp breath. “Please come back with me. To my place.”
Her eyes grow wide, searching mine. I can see her mind racing, trying to figure out if she can trust me.
“I swear I’m not expecting anything,” I say in the gentlest voice I can. “We can just… cuddle or watch a movie or something. I just want to spend time with you.”
That vulnerable look fades, replaced by a cheeky smile. “Can we watch the 1995Pride and Prejudice?”
My heart soars with victory. Here I am grinning like a little kid because we’re going to watch that boring ass movie. I’m glad she chose it. It’s long.
Which means more time with her.
I kiss her softly. “Of course we can.”
CHAPTER 18
Amy
On Tristan’s giant TV, Mr. Darcy storms out of the parsonage with a brooding expression. I glance up at Tristan, who’s frowning.
“You’re into this,” I say. “Don’t lie.”
He squeezes me tightly as his eyelids flutter. We’ve been cuddled like this since the movie began. Tristan’s hands often wander, sometimes to my boobs, but I’ve been forcing him to concentrate on the movie. Each time I do, his irritated groans get louder.
It makes my stomach flutter to think he wants to touch me more than he wants to watch one of the greatest movies ever made.
I shouldn’t have indulged the whim to watch a movie with him. We’re on his bed, for Christ’s sake. It would be so easy to slip off my clothes and have sex with him now.
No sex tonight. I’m not ready for my revenge, but some kissing and heavy petting might be nice.
“Riveting,” he deadpans. “High budget too. Obviously. I can see the camera shaking.”
I burst into laughter, poking my index finger into his chest. “How dare you. It’s amazing how good it is for how little they had to work with.”
“I do like the Lizzy they picked. She’s curvy like you.” He tickles my stomach, and I squeal.
“Some of the best dialogue ever written,” I say. “Straight from Jane herself. And all you can talk about are tits and ass.”
“They are some nice tits.” His gaze is fixed on my chest, and he smiles slowly.
“Tristan!” I lightly smack his arm. “You agreed to watch all six episodes. If you keep?—”
