I reached for the hem of my top, pulling it up and over my head. The cool air hit my skin, making my nipples pucker beneath my bra. Tristan's eyes darkened as they dropped to my breasts, and the tip of his tongue wet his bottom lip. Holding my top in one hand, I reached behind me to unclasp my bra, letting the straps fall down my arms before tossing them both onto a pile beside my hoodie.
His throat bobbed as he swallowed, his chest rising and falling with quick breaths as those dark eyes roved over my bare breasts. I shimmied out of my leggings next, peeling them downmy legs along with my panties and socks. Straightening, I added them to the pile of clothes and stood before him, completely naked.
Tristan licked his lips as his gaze traveled down my body, taking in every inch of my bare skin all the way to my toes. "You're fucking beautiful," he rasped. "So perfect."
God, he looked at me like he'd never evenseena woman before. Like I was a work of art to be cherished and admired, but not touched. He took his time, memorizing my body, making me feel both extremely vulnerable and wanted as I waited, that now familiar ache blossoming between my legs.
My blood raced and the muscles low in my belly clenched. My eyes locked on his. It took all I had not to look away from his possessive gaze.
"Turn around."
I did as he said, feeling more exposed than I ever had before, and that was saying a lot when I stripped in front of men for a living. But this…this was different. This time, I wasn't in control.
His knuckle slid down my spine and I shivered, but didn't pull away. He moved lower, tracing the curve of my ass. My long hair slid across my back as he gathered the mass of it and let it fall over one shoulder, the ends brushing my over-sensitive nipples. His lips touched my chilled skin, placing hot, open-mouthed kisses along the back of my shoulder.
"Keep your hands where they are."
I tightened them into fists and pressed them against the outside of my thighs.
Soft cotton brushed my naked back as he stepped into me. His arms came around mine and his hands cupped my breasts, thumbs brushing over my nipples. I bit my lip to hold in a moan as pleasure shot straight between my legs.
"I want to fuck you so bad," he growled in my ear. His erection pressed into the small of my back, emphasizing his words. My head fell back against his shoulder as one hand slipped lower, fingertips grazing through my damp curls. He stiffened behind me, but when I did nothing else, he relaxed again.
"Tell me you want me, too," he demanded, his voice a deep rasp in my ear. I whimpered when his fingers found my clit, rubbing it with slow, tight circles. I was already so wet for him.
His nose was in my hair, his breath tickling the back of my neck. "Tell me, Luna."
The combination of his demanding words and his hands on my body had me ready to burst into flames.
"I want you," I gasped. There was no use denying it. My body was already betraying me anyway. If I tried, he'd know I was lying.
He pulled me tighter against him, his body hard and insistent against mine as he pinched my nipple then squeezed my breast.
My fingernails dug into my palms as waves of pleasure shot through me, gradually building until I couldn't stop the pleading sounds coming from my throat. Inching my feet apart, I spread my legs wider, arching my back and pressing my breast into his hand and trying to increase the pressure of his fingers on my clit.
And then, suddenly, he was gone. The warmth of his body replaced by cool air.
"Lie down." His voice was low and urgent. "On your back."
I did as I was told, crawling onto the cold comforter, and then lying down on my back.
"Stay there. Don't move."
I watched him walk over to the dresser. He opened the top drawer and pulled something out.
Ties.
Then he turned off the lamp.
"Leave that on," I told him. I wanted to see him. All of him.
"No." That was it. I knew by his tone there'd be no point in arguing with him.
Coming back to the bed, he positioned me in the center and tied my wrists to the posts above my head. I let him do it, my body on fire for him to finish what he'd started. Then he restrained my ankles until I was spread out before him. When he was done, he straightened and studied his work. "Does that hurt?"
"No," I managed to reply. There wasn't much light, but it was enough for me to see his eyes drop to my breasts, and I couldn't help the way my nipples hardened, aching for his touch. His tongue. His teeth. "You'd be able to see me better with the light on."
He ignored me. Lifting one knee onto the bed, he trailed his fingertips down the underside of my arm. "So soft." His voice was so low I could barely hear him. "I want to touch you everywhere. Taste all of you."
