Page 67 of Breaking Free

She returned his gaze steadily. “I told you once I’m a big girl, and I’m going into this with my eyes wide open.”

“You’re certain?”

Leaning into him, she whispered, “Completely.”

His desire for her overrode his skepticism, and he accepted her answer.Thank fuck, because he wasn’t sure how he would walk away. His hands roamed her body, reveling in the heat and softness of her skin beneath his fingertips. Her breath hitched as he trailed kisses down her neck, his lips leaving a wet trail in their wake. They moved together, their bodies fitting perfectly like two puzzle pieces.

Tristan lifted her up against the wall, his knee slipping between her legs, prompting her to wrap them around his waist. His hand slipped between them, finding her heat and wetness, but her shorts were in the way.

With a frustrated growl, he spun with her in his arms and planted her ass on the kitchen counter, the cool surface a startling contrast to the heat between them.

“Hands up,” he ordered and whisked her tank over her head when she complied.

He planned to strip her shorts from her next, but her full pink-tipped breasts were too tempting. Curling his hands beneath both, he plumped them up, licking then sucking one hard peak into his mouth. Her hands slid up his back, fingers clutching his shoulders as whimpers of pleasure rose from her throat.

He moved to the other breast, murmuring, “You’re so damn beautiful,” before he took the other nipple into his mouth. As he greedily tasted and nibbled, his thumbs slipped into the waistband of her shorts. She lifted her hips, eager to help, when he pulled them down.

Tristan remembered protection and reached for his wallet, only to bite out in frustration, “fucking hell,” when he realized he was standing there in nothing but his boxers.

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

“No condom. I wasn’t expecting to do this when I rushed out of my house in my underwear.”

“I have some.”

“I’ll go get them. Where are they? Upstairs?”

“Actually,” she said, blushing. “They’re on the end table in the living room.”

He stared down at her, surprised, because that was a damn unusual place to store them, but he really didn’t care at this point. Scooping her up once again, he swiftly made his way to the couch, where he set her on her feet. She reached for a black and gold gift bag on the table and poured out a collection of business cards, foil-wrapped packets, and candy. Amongst the pile, he spotted a penis-shaped lollipop. Holding it up, he raised an eyebrow.

She snatched it from his hand and exchanged it for a red foil packet. “They were giving out samples and goodies at the vendor fair.”

He spotted a sticker for Leather and Lace and Josie’s website on the packet. “What a stroke of luck for us.”

Tristan shucked his boxers, ripped the wrapper open with his teeth, and rolled it on. “Now then, where were we?”

Piper didn’t answer, her gaze fixed on the red latex-covered length that extended between them.

“Never mind. I remember,” he said, lifting her and lying her back on the couch.

He spread her thighs, and like when he’d first glimpsed her breasts, he couldn’t taste her glistening, pink pussy fast enough. But he forced himself to go slow as he parted her with his thumbs and licked through her folds to her clit. She let out a cry, half moan, half whimper, as he sucked and flicked it with his tongue. That small taste was all he allowed them, needing to be inside her.

Tracing kisses up her body until he reached her mouth, he sealed his lips over hers as he slowly and purposefully entered her. Piper gripped his shoulders, arching her back and surrendering fully, as, inch by slow inch, he sank into her.

Once he bottomed out, her heat, tightness, and glorious wetness surrounding him, slow went out the window. Their movements became urgent, the need they had for each other driving their passion. The sound of skin on skin filled the room, mixing with their ragged breathing and whispered moans. Tristan’s hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements as they found a rhythm both wild and intoxicating.

Piper came first, her ecstatic cries reaching a crescendo. He swiftly followed suit, his own sounds of pleasure blending with hers.

In the aftermath, as their bodies cooled and their breathing returned to normal, they lay entwined on the couch. The heady scent of sex permeated the air.

When had he wanted a woman so badly, he let his body rule his head? Piper was dangerous to his quiet, orderly life, but now that he’d had her, he had to have more of her in his ropes, in his arms, and in his bed. But he had to shield his heart because it would end. It had to. He couldn’t go through the pain of losing her like he had everyone else in his life, especially Nolan.

But as she stirred beside him, the soft sound of her contented sigh evoked in him a bittersweet blend of longing and regret. For all his experience, he was defenseless to her innocent allure, and he feared it was much too late for protective barriers.

PIPER WALKED HIM TOthe door just before sunrise. He could tell she wasn’t ready for him to go.

“Are you sure you can’t stay for coffee? I’m not a big breakfast eater, but I could make you eggs and toast.”

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