Getting impatient, I come up behind him, so that only inches separate us when he finally gets the temperature just right and turns back around to face me. He didn’t hear me approaching, so he lets out a grunt of surprise that shifts into a gasp as I reach out and grip his cock in my hand.
“Kaylee …”
The husky plea in his voice makes me ache for him, but I agree with his idea of taking our time. I stroke up and down his shaft while we stand in front of the shower, peppering kisses over his chest and neck, feeling the cords of muscle flex beneath my mouth.
Steam starts filling the bathroom, and Tristan places a hand on my wrist to stop my movements. I pout and he chuckles, then pulls me into the shower anddrops to his knees. Water beatsdown on his wide back as he shifts and moves me so my back is pressed against the tile wall.
My pulse is racing at the thought of what comes next. He lifts my leg over his shoulder and buries his face between my thighs, licking from my entrance to my clit, his gaze on mine, like heneedsto see my reaction. I cry out at the slick feel of his tongue and squirm as he sucks on the sensitive tight bud. Pinning my hips to the wall, he growls against my pussy, the vibrations sending an electric jolt up my spine.
Heat engulfs me, need and pleasure spiraling in a way I’ve never felt before. He knows his way around a woman’s body. No tentative moves, no hesitation. He ravages me and I grab a handful of his hair and rock myself against his face.
“So sweet,” Tristan mutters. “Come for me, sweetheart. I want to taste it all.”
His tongue flicks my clit and I moan as he slides two fingers inside me. Finally, I climax hard, a scream ripping from my throat and echoing in the shower stall. I should be embarrassed, but I can’t be. Not when he seems to enjoy this as much as I am.
When I finish trembling, he rises to his feet and kisses me, allowing me to taste myself on his tongue. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced. He slides a condom on, one that I didn’t notice him bring into the shower with us, and lifts one leg off the ground so it’s wrapped around his hip as he sinks into me, filling me so deep I’ll feel him for days.
Needing something to hold on to, I grip his arms hard. “Tristan!”
He pulls out and slams back into me. There’s nothing but pleasure and need between us now. He’s taking me hard and fast, panting as he buries his face in my neck. His hands grab my ass, kneading the flesh and guiding me up and down as he moves.
I don’t expect to come again so soon, but there’s something about the angle he hits that makes my entire body sing. I shake as I arch my back, rubbing my breasts against his chest.
“Come again for me, Kaylee,” Tristan commands. “I need to feel it. Your tight pussy drives me crazy.”
His dirty words do the trick, and a heady sensation envelops me as I fall apart again. This time, Tristan is right there with me, his body taut as he groans my name in my ear.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Kaylee
Iwake upwith body aches and a smile on my face, last night with Tristan fresh in my mind. He’s wrapped around me, his chest pressed to my back and his face buried in my hair. Each time he exhales, it tickles my neck, but he feels so warm and good I can’t bring myself to care.
I’mhappy.
I can’t remember feeling this good, this satisfied, this elated… ever.
Then, I remember what day it is.Sunday.The wedding weekend is almost over. The only event left is a thank-you brunch being hosted by Ashley and Eric. Then, we’ll all head back to our real lives, and my heart feels heavy at the thought. I’ve had the best weekend I could have imagined, which is incredible considering how it started with me dateless. Before Tristan stepped in.
That was kindness, but the rest of it? The snorkeling, hanging out on the beach, him helping with the centerpieces, the long talks… and the sex. That was something more, for me, at least, which is the problem. My emotions are involved, but I can’t let myself read too much into his actions. Not everyone is like me. I’m the type to seriously date the men I sleep with. I look for that spark and try to coax it into a flame. And I’ve never felt for any man what I feel for Tristan. But I warned myself going into this, it was a fun weekend only, and I plan to stick to that promise.
I can let myself dwell on the fact that I’ve developed real feelings for a man I knew wasn’t emotionally available, or I cantake the good memories from this weekend and remember them fondly without feeling sad about what could have been. The latter is the far better option. The one Tristan deserves.
I softly turn in Tristan’s arms until I’m facing him. He’s still asleep, and I brush my lips over his cheek before getting out of bed without waking him up. As much as I want more time, the best choice is to leave before he wakes up. No messy goodbyes. No forcing him to feel obligated to explain it was one weekend only.
I dress and quietly throw my things into my suitcase and walk to the door. Pausing just before I leave the room, I look at Tristan’s sleeping form and smile.
It really was a great weekend.
Heading down the hall, I stop by Ashley and Eric’s room and knock on the door. Ashley pulls it open, wearing a terrycloth robe with mascara smudged under her eyes. Her hair is a mess, but she looks purely happy, and I’m glad.
“Hey!” she says. “What’s up? Why do you have your suitcase with you?”
“I’m going to take off a little early,” I say.
“Why?” Ashley doesn’t look upset that I’ll be skipping the brunch, but she’s concerned.
“I’m just exhausted from the weekend, and I want to get back home a little early so I’m well-rested for work tomorrow.” It’s a lie, and not even a good one, but I don’t want to bring my fake relationship drama to my cousin on her first day as a happily married woman. She doesn’t need that today.
