Page 37 of The Sweetest Risk

“I only get tattoos that mean something to me, Cupcake. You mean everything to me.”

I graze my fingertips over the small black letters. I just fell harder for this man. Since the first night we met, I’ve spent so much time and energy refusing to let myself fall for him. But now. Everything is different.

Tristan pulls his belt out of the pant loops and throws it on the ground. I hook my fingers into his belt loops and draw him closer to me, repeating the words he said to me downstairs: “Turn around.”

He raises an eyebrow and does what he is told. I reach around his waist to find his pants’ button and undo it slowly. I can feel his muscular back tighten with my touch. I decide to tease him a little and plant small kisses all over his back as I unzip his pants. I hear him groan which fuels my need for him even more. I reach back around and slightly graze his cock with my hand. He grunts and turns around to face me. He loops his thumbs around my panties and pulls them down, getting on his knees again in the process. He lifts my feet one by one and tosses my panties over by his discarded clothes. I hold onto his hair, hoping that he will place that mouth where I want him to.

Instead he stands and takes off his underwear. My jaw drops as I take him in fully. No wonder he has so much confidence. Before I pass out, I distract my thoughts and deflect into another subject: “Why are we going to shower? I thought we were going to the bed.” If he is going to make me flustered, I am going to do the same to him. I boldly grab his ass and he chuckles at my candor. I don’t know what has come over me. All I know is I want this man more than anything I’ve ever wanted.

He releases my hands from his perfect ass and leads me into the steaming shower. The glass walls look like the car window inTitanic.We step into the middle of the shower and let the water fall over both of us. Tristan takes a loofa and lathers it in body wash, which smells deliciously like him: mint and cedar. It’s intoxicating. Like him. After it gets sudsy, he starts to rub it against my body. His body glistens and each droplet of water looks like a diamond against his protruding muscles. “You asked why we were in the shower.”

“Yes, I did,” I let out breathlessly.

Tristan takes hold of my torso and pins me against the shower wall. His eyes are so intense they make my pulse quicken. Soap and water are dripping down our bodies. Tristan’s face suddenly twists into a painful expression as he says,“Hastings had his hands on you tonight. Before I touch you any further, we need to wash off any trace of that prick.”

He kisses the side of my neck and sticks two fingers inside of me, making me squeal. I clutch onto his broad shoulders and dig my fingers into him. My other hand grabs his wet hair and pulls hard. He stops kissing the side of my neck and gives me his signature playful smile that I’ve seen him flash on and off the ice way too many times to count. I spread my legs more while he fingers me. His mouth finds mine and he kisses me. No, not just kisses me. Full-on makes out with me. I have no defenses left against this man. His tongue is exploring my mouth in ways that make my body ache even more for him. He wants this as much as I want this. And it’s definitely not out of hate.

I break our kiss because I can’t take it anymore. “I need younow, Tristan.”

“I want to make you come first. So come for me and then I will take you to my bed, Cupcake.” He presses his thumb over my clit and continues to finger me. He lifts one of my legs up and wraps it around his torso. My breathing is erratic as I move my hips to match the movement of his hand against me. I want more than just his fingers and tongue inside of me. Just that thought alone makes my body finally release and I collapse into him.

“Good girl,” he whispers to me. He steps away from me momentarily so he can turn off the water. Then he lifts me in his strong arms and slowly walks out of the bathroom. “Did that feel good, Cupcake?”

“You know it did, Hot Shot.”

He pauses at the foot of the bed. As he places me down onto the softest sheets ever, he suddenly looks worried. It’s a rare sight – Tristan Lawson having a look of trepidation about something. Hell will definitely freeze over in a matter of seconds.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, praying he isn’t getting second thoughts.

“The problem is, once we do this, I know that I won’t be able to stop wanting you. I am going to keep wanting you more and more. I have wanted this for so long. You are completely going to undo me, Brooke Beckett.”

I stand up so our bodies are right up against each other. I love seeing Tristan like this. Unfiltered. No bullshit. No games. Not putting on a damn show for fans. I cradle his face and make him look me in the eyes. Wet tendrils are falling into his face and I attempt to push them back, but fail. Small droplets are still falling slowly down each ridge of his body, every curvature of each muscle. “Well it’s a good thing that you have already undone me, Tristan Lawson. The moment you walked into my parents’ kitchen. And I’ve wanted this for so long, too. I was just too stubborn to let my guard down with you.”

“Mmmm, so you admit that you are stubborn.” Tristan smiles as he brushes a piece of damp hair behind my ear. There it is. My favorite smile in the whole world.

I shake my head, smile back and say, “Shut up and fuck me, Tristan.”

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Fucking finally.

I grab her face and crush my mouth onto hers. I take hold of her dark hair and pull and she moans–a sound that I want her to keep repeating over and over again. I want to explore every inch of her tonight. She is so goddamn beautiful and sexy and everything I’ve ever wanted and thought I would never have. And yet, she is here, kissing me, digging her fingers into my back, wanting me too.

I need Brooke more than I need air to breathe. Always have.

I hoist her up and carry her onto my bed as our mouths move in sync and out of sync all at once. It’s a give-and-take kind of kiss and it’s a dance I am all too familiar with when it comes to Brooke. We are trying to one-up each other with licks andnibbles and kisses. I am determined to lead this dance with her tonight, though.

“Put your weight on me, Tristan,” she begs in between kisses. She is now tugging my hair and for a second I think I am going to explode. She is a force to be reckoned with. Luckily for me, I have been preparing to withstand her force for a while now. I just wasn’t prepared for how undeniably hot she is in bed. She fucking knows what she is doing and a tinge of jealousy traverses through my veins, thinking of all the men who have touched her and made her groan like she is right now. Who made her beg for them to be on top of her. I am determined to give her everything she wants. I’m just afraid I might hurt her.

“Cupcake, I won’t put all of my body weight on you. I will probably crush you.”

“Eh, you’re not that big.” Her eyes scan all the way down my body and stop at my dick. “I wouldn’t worry about it.” She smirks.

She is trying to get a rise out of me, and it’s working. Combined with the jealousy about other men sleeping with her and her playfully commenting on my size, it fuels me to take full control. I have a feeling she wants me to. I look into her eyes and she definitely has sex eyes. They are hungry and craving. I fully intend on giving her anything she wants.

“Is that so?” I turn her hips to the side and spank her. She whimpers, but then her beautiful smile spreads across her face.She likes that? Noted.“Does my girl like that?”

She nods.

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