Page 58 of The Sweetest Risk

I start to stroke him and he lets out a moan and utters “fuck” under his breath. His mouth lands on my collarbone, sending a jolt throughout my body, similar to the one that I felt earlier tonight when his hand squeezed my thigh under the dinner table. I tighten my grip and stroke harder.

His hand grips my wrist to stop my progress.“If you continue doing that, Brooke, I’m gonna…”

“You're gonna what?” I keep my hand on his dick and bite my bottom lip. I like playing with him and I love that he lets me.

“You know what. And I’d much rather come inside of you.”

I love teasing this man. I also want him inside of me more. I reluctantly let go and slide my hand back up around his neck. His eyes turn dark and his hands move along my outer thighs and hips. He growls, “I fucking love your curves, Cupcake. They definitely make my favorite things list.”

“There’s a whole list?” I nibble his ear. “What’s at the top?”

He leans back and looks at me intently. “Your eyes. Sometimes they are like honey. Sometimes they are the prettiest shade of green. I love not knowing what they are going to looklike on any given day. I look forward to what version I am going to get whenever I see you.” He brushes some hair behind my ear, then presses his thumb on my bottom lip. “They are unpredictable. Just like you.”

That’s probably the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. My lips cover his again and pull him closer with my legs. I rock my body against his and I can tell that he is about to unravel and I love that I am the one doing this to him.

I press my forehead to his as my fingers gently brush the base of his neck. “No one has ever called me unpredictable. I am usually pretty measured.”

He pushes his body against mine so my back is pressed firmly into the sidewall of the hot tub. His massive hands cradle my face. “Not with me.”

He’s right. He’s always pushed me to my breaking point. Any stability I had, he would disrupt it. He met me when I was a mess. Flour in my hair and on my face. No makeup. No facade. He has always liked me, even when I was at my worst. Isn’t that when you know you have found your person? Despite all my best efforts to stay away from the notion that I could ever fall for Tristan Lawson, it happened anyway. I am not measured with him, yet I feel like everything is going to work out and be okay. Monarch butterflies take flight in my stomach, and I realize from this moment on, no one else will ever live up to Tristan. He sees me for who I am, and I am finally seeing him for who he is. And he is everything.

“I want you, Hot Shot.”

“You already have me, Cupcake. I’m not going anywhere.” He grabs the back of my neck and kisses me. “But I think we do need to take this back to my bedroom, because I can’t take it anymore.”

“What do you want to do to me that we can’t do in this hot tub?” I playfully raise my eyebrow and smirk at him.

“Pin you down.”

I purse my lips and nod. “Hmm.” I push against his chest and he gives in, allowing space between us. I step out of the hot tub and wrap a towel around me.

“Where are you going?” He rests his forearms on the edge of the hot tub. I glimpse defeat in his eyes. I grab his hat from the ledge and place it back on his head. I barely touch his lips with mine, and when he tries to grab the back of my neck to pull me closer, I quickly move away and begin walking toward the house, giggling in the process.

He pops out of the hot tub, practically creating a deluge on the deck. “You better be going to my bedroom.”

I decide to tease him more. I pick up the pace and reach the sliding glass door handle. “What are you going to do about it if I’m not?” I slide the door open and step onto the hardwood floor. The living room is empty, so either Tess went to her room alone or with Oakley. Either way, I’m glad no one can see me as I quickly tiptoe toward the staircase. I hear the door close and lock and know that Tristan is not too far behind.

I giggle on my way upstairs and run as quickly as I can on my tiptoes down the hallway to Tristan’s bedroom. I run in and attempt to shut the door, but Tristan reaches the door before I can fully close it. He steps into his bedroom and closes the door behind him and locks it. He rips the towel off my body, sweeps me off my feet and pins me against the door, just like he did at my parents’ house a few weeks ago. But this time is different. Tristan isn’t going to hold back, and I don’t want him to.

“Did you think you could outrun me, Cupcake?” His hands lock my wrists above my head, firmly against the door.

“Kinda,” I say playfully.

His mouth crashes into mine and he lowers my feet to the ground, holding my hands in place with one hand while his other hand travels down the length of my body. Teasing me. Takinghis time with me. Payback for me teasing him outside. I like this game. I could play this game all night. His free hand reaches behind my back and unties my hot pink bikini top and lifts it up toward my wrists. He ties a knot with the bikini top while looking me straight in the eyes.

“Hmmm. You’re adorable for thinking that,” he whispers along my jaw as he runs his fingers back down my arms and torso, tracing the hem of my bikini. I desperately want to grab onto his hair and pull him toward me, but his other hand is still pinning my tied hands to the door. He is entirely in control now. But I want him to be. “Keep your hands up there, Cupcake.”

He finally lets go of my wrists and slowly slides off my bikini. He lifts each leg to take it completely off. He stays on his knees and props one of my legs onto his shoulder. “Stay quiet for me like a good girl.”

Tristan’s tongue glides into me and my hips rock toward him. This is the type of “I missed you” sex that is so worth the wait. Tristan holds onto my hips and digs his fingers into my skin as his tongue goes deeper inside of me.

“Oh my God!” I breathe out, trying to stay as quiet as I can, but Tristan is making it almost impossible.

He pauses for a split second and looks up at me with devilish eyes. “Is this what you wanted?” He licks me again.

My core is tightening more and more. He is not letting up, and my body finally releases. I try to catch my breath. Tristan is lucky that I didn’t scream out his name with what he just did to me. Now, it is my turn.

“I want you to untie me so I can touch you, Hot Shot. It’s not fair that you put your hands and mouth all over me, and I can’t do the same.”

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