Tristan chuckles as I offer him a glass, and we clink our glasses together. We each take a sip, our eyes locking onto each other before his eyes coast lower. He’s totally undressing me with his eyes right now, so I lower my glass and give him a better view.
His eyes darken as they fall on my breasts and stick there. We’re not young and stupid. We know exactly where tonight’s headed. My body’s humming with anticipation. His multi-colored eyes lock onto mine, and I’m stuck.
His stare has me frozen to the floor, unable to move. I can barely breathe. The tension and electricity are so intense.
Tristan closes the gap between us until his chest touches mine. Thumping fills the air, and I can’t distinguish between his heartbeat and mine. His cologne pushes the oxygen out of the room until I’m dizzy and drunk on him.
He sets his glass on the bar cart and takes mine from my hand, settling it back down.
“I don’t want you drunk tonight.” His thumb tucks under my chin, forcing my head to tilt upward. I can’t escape him. Not those brilliant eyes or the cologne, or the warmth of his touch as his thumb skates across my jaw. The intensity between us sizzles like silent lightning.
“Tristan?” It’s a question and a plea. If he doesn’t do something to me, I might spontaneously combust.
But he kisses me. His kiss uncorks the bottle of lightning swirling in my belly, releasing it into the wild. Before my brain comprehends anything more than his lips on mine.
Tristan leans low and scoops me up, my dress adding another ten pounds, but he doesn’t seem to notice the extra weight as he bounds up my stairs two at a time. I bounce with each harsh step until we’re in my bedroom and Tristan kicks the door shut, blocking out everything but Hawkeye’s sad whine at being left alone.
“Sorry, boy,” Tristan calls out over his shoulder as he sits me on the edge of the bed. “I’ll spend extra time with him tomorrow,” he promises me as he presses a kiss to my lips again. “But first, I need to take care of my girlfriend.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
TRISTAN
Girlfriend isthe best word in the English language. I press kisses along my girlfriend’s jaw, slowly coasting kisses down the gentle curve of her neck. The vanilla smell of her perfume is strong around her collarbone, and I pause to inhale her. I’m so gone for this woman.
A gasp emits from Daphne as I nip at a peak on her collarbone. My fingers grip the scratchy, glittery fabric of her dress and tug it higher up her legs. I’ve been waiting to do this all night.
I sink onto my knees, ready to absolutely worship what’s hidden under the piles of fabric. My hands skim up her thighs, pushing the material as it bunches around her waist, a glittery mess to frame those luscious thighs. Her soft skin is like velvet under my hands, and finally, her dress is pushed up.
“Jesus Christ,” I groan. “You spent all night naked under this dress?”
Daphne nods as she parts her legs wider to give me a better view.
Her shaved pussy glistens in the soft light slipping intothe room. Arousal coats her lips, and without waiting another goddamn second, I lean in and swipe my tongue over her.
I groan as she whimpers. Her taste coats my tongue, and I lick her again, the tip of my tongue parting those lips to devour her fully. The salty honey taste of her coats my lips, and I lap. I lick. I consume her.
My fists ball in her dress, because if I let go, I’ll float away into oblivion. Daphne’s pussy is the sweetest thing I have ever tasted. Every drop of her is addicting, bringing me back for more. Her whimpers morph into moans.
I glance up between her heavenly thighs.
What. The Fuck.
Daphne’s eyes are shut, though her fingers find my hair, weaving through the strands and trying to find grip.
Absolutely not.
“Eyes on me, Princess. Don’t you dare look away.”
Daphne’s eyes flutter open, her face visibly straining to keep watching me against her instinct to shut her eyes and relax into the feeling. No relaxing. No, I want her—need her—to come undone. No toys. No knives. No barriers.
Just me. And my tongue. And my fingers. And my cock. My body will worship hers and break apart any resolve that might be hovering in the back of her mind. I will make sure my girlfriend never forgets tonight.
I dive back between her legs, licking her arousal and sucking on her clit until Daphne’s gasping and shaking over me. Her fingers scratch my scalp, and she holds on for dear life.
And I’m only getting started.
“Tristan,” she moans over me. “I’m so close.”
