Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Tristan had his mouth near my collarbone, and I pressed his head against me, liking the way it felt. I was on the bottom, but he shared control instead of hogging it. In past experiences, the man would’ve had me pinned down or against the wall by now, not giving me any options.
He nipped his way up the delicate skin of my throat, and shivers flicked through me. I moaned and wondered if he felt the vibrations on his lips. Then his face was level with mine again. He stared into my eyes in a way that should’ve felt too intense, but it didn’t. It was as if we were having a conversation from a very close distance. I wasn’t sure what his exact words were, but I knew they formed a question.
I nodded, giving him my answer. His eyes closed as he lowered his mouth to mine. This time, he did more than just press against me. He used his tongue and lips to caress my mouth the same way he had my throat and neck.
It was strange, seeing him from up close, so I closed my eyes. Maybe I was following the expected playbook, too, but it felt better with them closed. With one sense shut off, the others felt more powerful.
My heart beat faster as he sucked my upper lip between his. Involuntarily, my hips rose, seeking out friction. I felt Tristan smile against my lips, which I hadn’t known was possible. I’d thought smiles could only be seen.
I rubbed the back of his t-shirt as he explored my lips. The way he held himself up made the muscles in his back more prominent, and they felt good under my hands. My tongue darted out, just wetting my lips, but his was there, bumping against mine, just for an instant.
Muscle memory kicked in, and I almost heard a director’s voice telling me I was supposed to open my mouth and welcome him in. Except right here, right now, was my choice, not someone else’s. I chose what happened. I set the pace. Or, we set it together. I wasn’t ready for that just yet, and Tristan accepted that.
Except my hips seemed several steps ahead of my mouth. They raised up again, but there was nothing to grind against. Tristan lifted himself up and nudged his knee between my legs. Feeling pressure down there released a wave of pleasure, and without thinking about it, I spread my legs.
Then worry came. Would Tristan read into it too much? But he just nibbled at the corner of my mouth as he eased his knee down between mine. I spread my legs, putting my feet flat on the cushions with my knees hugging his hips.
God, it felt right. The bulge in his jeans fit perfectly between my legs, like a puzzle piece sliding home. I ground myself up against him. It felt good even though I knew it wasn’t what I wanted. At least, not right now.
I moaned, my mouth opening, and Tristan’s tongue stroked my lips more fully, delving inside one gentle foray at a time. Then he tilted his head to the side and our mouths locked together. Just like in the script. Just like in the movies.
Only it felt amazing.
Groaning, I locked my legs around his hips and pressed him against me. His powerful chest smashed against my breasts, but he was careful not to crush me—with his body, at least. His mouth pressed firmly against mine and there wasn’t anything tentative about his movements anymore. His kiss was thorough and insistent. Not to prove a point. Not to show me I was wrong. But because he wanted to kiss me.
And I wanted to kiss him, too.
I squeezed his hair again and moaned into his mouth. He touched every part of me, or vice versa. It was like we completed a circuit. His mouth explored mine, and my excitement rose. My blood pumped harder, and tension built in my lower body. I ground my core against the hardness in his pants. Then he groaned and held me tighter as he ravished my mouth.
This was what it was supposed to be like. When it was real. When it was with someone special.
But it was hard to hold onto that thought because it all just felt so damn good. It wasn’t the time to think. It was the time to experience.
It was the time to feel.
And it felt amazing.
I had no idea how much time passed. Hours? Minutes? I just knew I didn’t care. I wasn’t counting the seconds until someone yelled cut. I was just enjoying myself and glad that he was, too.
Then, at long last, a sound broke through the haze of my contentment. A sound that brought immediate panic—someone was coming down the stairs.
I tried to sit up, but Tristan didn’t move off of me. Instead, he pulled his head back and smiled down at me. “It’s okay,” he said. “Trust me.”