Page 22 of The Sweetest Risk

“Why are you looking at me like that, Lawson?”

He stands up and meets my gaze. “Like what?”

“Like I’m a fucking gazelle and you are a lion. Like you want to devour me.”

“I do want to devour you. And I am glad you took off that blindfold because I want to see your whole face when I make you come, Cupcake.”

Tristan lowers me down onto the counter and scoots me closer to the edge. He places my legs on top of his muscular shoulders and grasps my thighs even tighter. He’s taking his sweet time and it’s driving me crazy. He gently kisses slow trails down my inner thighs. He rubs his hand over my panties and my hips lift as I whimper.

“You like that, Cupcake?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” He slides my panties down my legs and throws them to the ground, alongside the rest of my clothes. I feel two of his fingers slide inside of me and I let out a moan. I rock my hips as he is fingering me. He touches my clit and continues to pound his fingers into me. “I feel your pussy getting tighter.”

All I can do is nod.

“Go ahead and come on my fingers like the good girl you are.”

I’ve never done anything like this before. I’ve really only had sex in a bed and it’s always been so calculated. So predictable.I’m always in my head during sex. Not now. My heart is racing and I feel my entire body getting flushed by what Tristan is saying and doing to me. Even though this is anything but predictable, I want to give in. I want to let go of control for once.

And I do just that.

“That was the best fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” Tristan whispers. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to see you come.”

My chest is heaving and I drape my arm over my eyes. That was hands-down the best orgasm of my life.

“Now stay right there and keep your legs open for me. It’s my turn to taste you.” Tristan gives me a devilish grin and before I can come back with some sort of snarky statement, I feel his tongue against my wet pussy. God, this man knows how to work his tongue. He pulls my thighs closer to him and my heels dig into his back. I can hear him let out a moan and it’s the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard in my life. It only fuels my need for him.

“Oh my god, Tristan. Don’t stop!”

“Not planning on it, Cupcake. You taste so fucking good.”

This man is going to be the death of me. I prop up on my forearms to see the man I’ve hated for so long go down on me and I love that he is practically on his knees for me and making sure that I am feeling good. He is treating me like a goddess and I’ve never had that in my life. So many thoughts are rolling around in my head. All the implications of this.What does this mean? Is this just a one-time thing? Am I okay with that if it is? What if all he wants is sex? I am not that kind of girl. Never have been and even though this man is the hottest thing to walk this earth, I am not about to change for him. I want more than just this.

“Stop.”

He pulls back, confusion knitting his brow. “What?”

“Overthinking.”

He growls, “I need you to come on my face, Cupcake, and you overthinking isn’t going to help that become a reality. Just relax.”

And just like that, his tongue is against me while his finger rubs my clit and my body releases for the second time tonight. Is he trying to recreate what he did on the ice tonight and execute a pure hat trick with me, too? I am not opposed to that at all. I collapse back onto the counter and try to slow my breathing.

“That’s my good girl,” Tristan says in a deep voice. God is this guy trying to ruin me with his mouth?

I exhale and lift myself up on my forearms again. Confused, I say, “You just saidmygood girl.” I’ve never heard Tristan talk about any girl beinghisgirl and he just uttered those words tome. Me. His sworn enemy.

Are we enemies with benefits now? Is that even a thing? Or are we more than that?

A dark grin takes over his mouth. His eyes are pitch black, consumed by hunger and passion and all the things I don’t expect to see in the eyes of my enemy. “That’s right, Cupcake. Because here on out, that’s what you are. Mine.”

Before I can even process what he said, there is a knock at my door that makes us both jump.

“Who the hell is at your door at eleven at night?”

I shake my head. I have no idea who is at my door. Then I hear Bradley’s voice: “Brooke? Are you awake?”

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