“I’ll be a good boy,” he says, “but oh God, Amy.” His eyes are fixed on my chest. “It’s not going to be easy.”
A surge of warmth cascades through my veins, akin to sunlight flooding a room.
Fuck. I need to harness this strange exhilaration to get me through the hardest part. Without giving myself a chance to back out, I grab the band of my underwear. Just before I pull them down, Tristan lifts a hand.
“Wait,” he commands. “Go to my…” His stern expression grows hesitant. “Would you mind sitting on my bed while you do that?”
I didn’t think it was possible for my cheeks to get any hotter. They might melt off my face if I do what he asks.
No. I can do this. I’m not the inexperienced virgin Tristan thinks I am. I write scenes that are much naughtier than what I’m doing now. With newfound determination, I walk over to the bed and sit on the edge.
“Face me,” Tristan says, and my tummy flutters at the command in his voice.
I scoot myself to the corner of the bed so that we’re sitting across from each other.
This is it. No backing out now.
Maybe it’s the mesmerized look on his face, but I’m somehow able to keep my eyes on him as I pull my underwear down my legs. Blood is pumping through my veins when I finally slip them off my feet.
“Can I have them?”
My head jerks up. “My underwear?”
“Yes.”
“They’re dirty.”
His hypnotized expression relaxes into a lazy smile. “That’s the point, Amelia.”
I shut my eyes. “Oh my God,” I mutter. Without looking, I toss my underwear in his general direction. My aim is off, because I hear his foot come down on the floor. When I open my eyes, he’s putting them in his pocket.
“That’s all you’re going to do with them?”
He grins. “For now.”
My insides turn into jelly. My boyfriend from freshman year was never this kinky. He probably never thought twice about my underwear.
“Spread them.” Tristan’s voice is full of command again.
I shut my eyes tightly. “Tristan…” It’s more of a whimper than a word.
“You can do it, beautiful girl. Don’t be shy. Show me heaven.”
I take a deep breath and slowly spread my thighs. His eyes grow impossibly wide, and the strangest feeling settles over me.
Is this empowerment? He’s staring in between my legs like he really is looking into the open gates of heaven. I never imagined any man looking at me this way.
“Can I…” He swallows, his eyes still wide and bright. “Would you let me…kiss you there?”
My belly catches fire. I shouldn’t be letting him do this. It’s dangerous.
As long as he doesn’t get his pleasure, I can separate this from my revenge. After he…kisses me down there, I’ll put these clothes back on and keep him from touching me for the rest of the night.
It’s a good thing. I’ll whet his appetite. Make him hungry for more.
Am I vain for thinking he’ll enjoy it?
No. There’s no doubting that mesmerized look in his eyes. Whatever he’s planning, no matter what he thought of me at the beginning of the game, he’s definitely attracted to me now. Like Nick has said, he has a strange kind of fixation with me. A tender loathing, somehow.
