Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 86706 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86706 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
He sat against the headboard. “You can do that?” His eyes filled with hope.
“I keep a sewing kit in my purse.”
“Wow.”
“It’s come in handy a lot lately.”
I took out my kit and located the gray thread before I returned to the bed. Tristan watched my every move as I threaded the needle and positioned the eyeball to make sure it was even with the other eye. As I started sewing, I found myself a little nervous. I felt like I was performing surgery on his precious friend. Once I’d placed the final stitch, I handed Duffy back to him.
Tristan smiled at the bear. “This might be one of the sweetest things anyone’s ever done for me.”
To see this burly, tattooed god of a man looking down lovingly at an inanimate ball of matted fur warmed my heart and made my ovaries explode. “Well, I wouldn’t want anything to happen to something that means so much to you.”
“You mean a lot to me, Emily. I’m sorry if my saying that freaks you out, but it’s the truth.” He set the bear aside and moved closer. “I’m too old for you, and bad for you in every way, but I can’t help how I feel.”
My heart felt ready to burst. “Tristan—”
“I know I’ve been with a lot of women,” he continued. “Girlfriends. Flings. One-night stands. But you’re the first person in a very long time who makes me forget everything and everyone else. You’ve made me think it’s possible to want to be with one woman.”
His words stole the breath from my body. He’d echoed the way I felt about him. Tristan had become everything to me in such a short amount of time. And yet he knew nothing.
Nothing.
I’d gotten caught up in a way I’d never anticipated. I was having too much fun pretending. Forgetting. But while he didn’t know everything there was to know about me, he still knew me at my core. There was nothing deceitful about my feelings for this man.
When I remained silent, he said, “Now that I’ve totally freaked you out with my proclamation, let’s switch gears.” He jumped up and pinned me under him. “I want to do it again.”
“Do what?”
“Go down on you.”
“Now?”
“More specifically, I want you to sit on my face this time.”
Goose bumps covered my body. “Who needs sleep, I guess…”
I once again relished the feel of his heavy body over me, opening my legs to make room for him. Tristan’s eyes were hazy as he lowered his mouth to mine. As he kissed me, he slid his hand under my shirt, cupping my breast.
No one had ever paid attention to my body the way Tristan had worshipped it tonight. And to have this gorgeous man, whom millions of women fawned over, giving me a thousand percent of his attention? I felt completely unworthy. We were in our own world, where I wished we could stay forever.
He squeezed my breast almost to the point of pain. I loved the way it fit so perfectly in his palm. My clit was already humming in anticipation, and despite my lack of sleep tonight, my body was alive. Though I knew I’d pay for it tomorrow.
After a few minutes, I felt his hand move to slide my panties down.
I lifted my shirt over my head, exposing my bare breasts, since my bra was still lying on the floor.
Tristan’s stubble scratched my skin as he lowered his mouth to my breasts. My fingers raked through his hair as he pulled at one of my nipples with his teeth.
“I could eat you alive.”
His words sent shivers down my spine, which landed straight between my legs. That was exactly what I wanted, for him to eat me alive, consume me in a way that would make me forget myself. There was no end to the things I wished he’d do to me.
Tristan kissed his way down my stomach. Then lower. He licked a line over my clit before he spread my legs apart. I screamed in pleasure as his mouth bore down on me.
“I’m so addicted to you,” he mumbled over my flesh.
I raked my fingers through his lustrous hair as I closed my eyes.
Tristan broke my trance-like state when he moved back. “Get on top of me.”
He slid down and worked to position me so I was straddling his head.
“Ride my face,” he ordered, grabbing my waist and pulling me down onto his mouth.
I gripped the pillow in front of me as I bucked my hips, so sensitized from the power this position granted me. Gliding my clit along his mouth, I felt his groans vibrating through my core as he licked and sucked. I’d never done this before, and I wasn’t sure I’d ever get over how damn good it felt.
Tristan used his hands to guide my ass over him, his facial hair scratching against my thighs as he began to fuck me with his tongue. I thrust my pelvis in rhythm with his mouth.