I let out a long sigh. It’s a fair question, and I won’t hide from it. Not if we’re going to start something after this is over. As much as I care about Harper, I’ve used her. I’ve used her because I was lonely and pining for someone else.
“I haven’t…” I shut my eyes and take a deep breath. “I shouldn’t have been with Harper. I really did care about her at one time, but…I realized I was only going back to her because it was easy, and that wasn’t fair to her. But I promise you that the last time we broke up—which was months ago—it was for good. I told her we’ll never get back together again. Never sleep together again just because one of us is bored. And I meant it.”
She lifts her chin. “Then why were you trying to make her jealous?”
I flinch. Fuck, I almost forgot about that. I was an idiot for making that shit up. But there’s no hiding from it now. She needs to know the truth.
I grab her by the chin. “I made that up to get close to you. It was a dirty move, but I was desperate. Can you forgive me?”
“Yes, Tristan.” She smiles brightly, and something about her flashing eyes makes the back of my neck prickle.
She doesn’t believe me, let alone forgive me, and I can’t blame her.
I cup her face and lean down to press my forehead against hers. “Just give me a chance, little one. Let me prove to you that I won’t ever lie to you again.”
She answers me with a kiss. It’s not exactly the reassurance I crave, but I’ll take it. Our lips move together with renewed urgency. This time, though, she lets me move slowly and savor her mouth like dessert.
We have all night.
Our tongues dance as we explore one another’s mouths. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, and she gasps and moans and presses her body into mine.
Fuck, I knew she’d be like this. I knew all her intensity would be heaven once I finally taste her.
“God, Amy,” I whisper into her ear between kisses, “I’ve wanted you for so long. You’re perfect.”
“Of course I am,” she says, and I smile.
“Tristan,” she whispers, her fingers gripping my hair. “Take me to bed.”
As if my body has a will of its own, I lift her into my arms and cradle her against my chest. Our lips meet as I make my way to the bed. Every touch, every gasp, every sweet little moan is like a secret that I’ve craved to uncover since the moment I laid eyes on her. I knew she’d be passionate, but I never knew she’d be my sustenance when I finally got my hands on her. Wanting her left me ravenous for years.
“Years, Amy,” I murmur in her ear as I lay her down on the bed. “Years of watching you, craving you.”
Her eyes shimmer with something unspoken, and she pulls me in for another searing kiss. She traces her fingertips along my jawline, making my skin tingle.
“Tristan,” she says, her voice trembling, “make love to me.”
My heart grows full and heavy. Fuck, this is a big deal. I can’t let my hunger for her make me careless and greedy. I grab her chin and look into her eyes. “I will, Amy. I promise.”
And I mean it, because goddamn it, this feels just like love.
I can’t worry what it will mean for my future. Tonight, I’m going to let myselffeel. I’ll worship her with my body like I’ve always wanted to.
I take my time undressing her, savoring every inch of her as I gently remove each piece of clothing. Her skin is soft and warm under my fingertips, and I can’t help but trace patterns on her exposed skin.
“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” I say, my voice thick with emotion.
Her cheeks grow pink, and she turns her head away. “You don’t mean that.”
I rub my hand on her belly, so deliciously round and soft under my palm. “I do. You look like you were made just for me.”
Her swallow is audible. “That’s nice.”
My throat grows tight. Fuck, she’s sweet.
“I want to feel every part of you,” I say as I take off my shirt. When I pull off my pants and underwear, my rock-hard cock bounces around. “But we have to go extremely slow.” I laugh as I stand up to grab a condom from my desk drawer. “Just take one look at my dick, and you’ll know why.”
When she looks up at me, her eyes grow huge. My chest grows heavy. “Amy…are you a virgin? You don’t have to be… You can tell me.”
