Page 36 of Tristan’s Temptation

“He said you were crazy about me. Is that true?”

She stilled. Shuddered. Her breath caught in her throat. “What?”

Heartlessly, he dabbed at her again and then hovered, just out of reach. “Is it true?”

“Yes!” she cried.

His fingers returned to their tormenting rhythm. “You’re crazy about me?”

“Yes, Tristan. Yes.”

“How long?”

“What?”

“How long have you been crazy about me?”

Mortification washed through her. She couldn’t tell him. Couldn’t possibly admit the truth. Not now. Not like this.

She didn’t answer. Instead she rubbed against his erection, attempting to tease him, to distract him. He hissed in response and pressed up against her as well. But the delightful sensation between her legs stopped. She groaned.

“Touch me, Tristan. Please.”

“You like it when I stroke your clit?” he asked, teasing her gently.

“Yes. Yes.” She arched into him and knew bliss for a heartbeat before he cruelly pulled it away.

“Then answer my question.”

“I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“It’s too embarrassing.”

The harsh smack on her ass caught her at unawares and she cried out with a jerk.

“It’s not embarrassing to writhe on my lap begging for my touch? You know you want it. I can tell you’re close. So answer my question.” His voice was desperate. The words grated out.

“Forever!”

He stilled. “Forever?”

“Yes!” she yelled. “For-fucking-ever. Since the first time I saw you, you ass. Now touch me!”

He didn’t touch her, at least not the way she craved. Instead he grasped her shoulders and lifted her off his lap, turning her to face him. His eyes were damp, his expression tight. A muscle throbbed in his cheek. “Since the first time you saw me?” he rasped.

“Yes. Yes, damn you.” But there was no anger in her tone. How could there be?

“Jesus.” He sucked in a deep, hitched breath. “Jesus.”

And then he was on her.

It happened quickly. He tipped her gently but forcefully onto the floor and was on top of her, his pants unzipped, his rampant cock bounding free and slipping past her tender lips. Nudging in. The tightness was exquisite. He pressed deeper. Her flesh tightened and resisted his onward press, tugging at her clit.

The fullness stretched her unbearably but it was what she wanted, what she needed, and she hissed in pleasure as he entered her relentlessly, until he stroked her womb.

She clenched around him and he lost all pretense of gentility. He yanked himself from her and slammed in again, as though driven by a wild urge to claim her, to possess her utterly. He repeated the exquisite movement, fucking her hard and hot as his breath huffed in her ear and small groans emanated from the base of his throat.