Page 59 of The Sweetest Risk

“Who said I wanted to play fair, Cupcake? What if I love being in control?” He stands up, slowly caressing my body again. This man doesn’t even have to touch me and I am so turned onby him – so when he does have his hands on me, my body goes into full blown overdrive.

“I know you do. But I do, too,” I tease back.

Tristan bites my bottom lip as he unties my hands. His hands grab the back of my head and I follow suit. I have been wanting to run my hands through his hair and tug and never let go. I take off his hat and throw it off to the side. My self control is out the window. I wrap my arms around his neck and practically climb onto him and he groans. He squeezes my ass and tightens his grip on my hair. I let out a little squeal.

“Shhh, Brooke. We are definitely going to get caught if you continue making those sounds.”

“So?” I crush my lips onto his lips and let my tongue get entangled in his. It is a fierce and demanding kiss. He holds me up with ease and carries me over toward his bed, which looks identical to his bed back home. He matches my kiss with every movement and I hook my legs tighter around his strong back. Tristan makes me feel safe in the midst of being wild and vulnerable. He holds space for me to enjoy every aspect of sex and not feel ashamed for wanting what I want. It is never rushed with him and he always takes care of me first. Every. Single. Time. I feel flushed and my mouth falls open in anticipation for what Tristan said he is going to do with me. So I decide to teasingly remind him, “I thought you were going to pin me down, Hot Shot.”

He licks his swollen, perfect lips. “You’re right, Cupcake. Just let me hold you in my arms for a minute.”

I hungrily look at him. He is everything I want and could ever ask for.

He brushes his thumb against my bottom lip. My body is pulsing from what he just did to me against that door and with the anticipation for whatever else he is going to do with me tonight. He starts kissing my neck and I take out my hair tie tolet my tresses fall along my back. I move my hands along his tattoos on his bulky arms. I smile as I reach each ridge, each muscle of his biceps and triceps. He tugs on my hair and it almost sends me over the edge again.

Tristan finally looks me in the eyes. There is something different in this look–it is loaded with something important he wants to say and I realize that this is what love feels like. Being completely lost in the moment with the person who, despite all your flaws, looks at you like you are the best thing life has to offer.

I don’t care if I am going to be the first one to say it. It’s how I really feel. “Tristan…”

“I love you, Brooke.”

I smile, pressing my forehead to his. “God, I was hoping you would say that, because I love you, too.”

He places his hands firmly behind my neck and on top of my head and pulls me in close. I am in his little cocoon and that’s where I am planning on staying for the foreseeable future. My breathing becomes uneven again, as does Tristan’s. Everything from this point on will have a different kind of weight attached to it, but I’ve waited long enough for that truth to be present in my life. Especially with this god of a man holding me in his arms right now.

Tristan leans in slowly, as if this is our very first kiss, and I meet him halfway. This kiss is sweet, but laced with uninhibited passion. Our bodies become pliant against each other. I want him on top of me right now.

“Pin me down, Tristan.”

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Ismile wickedly at her and lay her down onto my bed. I can tell she is wet again and I can’t wait to get inside her. I part her thighs with my knee and decide to taste her again before pinning her wrists down and having my way with her. I can’t help myself. I love the way she tastes and I wanted her as wet as possible before fucking her.

Brooke’s eyes are closed and her perfect lips are parted. She breathes erratically as I run my tongue inside her. She reaches down and clasps my hair. Her head falls back deeper into the pillow and she keeps repeating softly, “Yes. Yes. Yes.” Soon I can tell she is close again, so I stop and pull away.

She raises her head up from the pillow and gives me a cute frustrated look. “What the hell? Why did you stop?”

I just give her a devilish smile.

“Please, Tristan,” she begs.

I am so desperate to get inside her, but I love seeing her like this. Completely wanting me. Yearning for me. Begging me to satisfy her. She’s mine and I am going to remind her of that every chance I get. “Put your arms above your head, Cupcake.”

She does as told. She wants this as much as I do. I pin down her wrists with one of my hands again and lift up one of her legs so it wraps around my hip. Her eyes are filled with lust and love and trust all at once. I am not going to mess up that trust and it’s not something I take for granted.

I’ve barely entered her and she is already gasping. I thrust into her fully and her groans match each of my movements. She is so wet that I have to distract myself by naming off baseball teams in my head so I won’t come right away. I want this to last as long as possible.

Brooke bites her bottom lip to stop herself from screaming and that fucking drives me crazy. I thrust faster and harder. Her pussy clamps around my dick. God I wish we were back home so I could hear my name escape her mouth. To stop myself from screaming her name, I lean down and suck on her breasts. Brooke groans the sexiest groan I’ve ever heard and I think I might orgasm right then and there.

How is this real life? How is this incredible, gorgeous, completely out-of-my-league woman underneath me right now? How did I get this fucking lucky that, by some miracle, she fell in love with me?

“Tristan,” Brooke whimpers and I slow down, wanting this moment to last as long as possible. Then she says something that nearly breaks me: “Let me get on top.”

Before I can even respond, Brooke takes advantage of me being thrown off guard to break free of my grip on her wrists and roll on top of me. Her hair is wild, her dark honey eyes are ravenous, and she is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.Every curve on her body is perfect. Her drunkenness has worn off and she looks down at me with such clarity it is a little intimidating. And I rarely get intimidated by anyone. She is destroying pieces of me that I needed to be destroyed, but now I want so desperately to construct walls all around the two of us so that no one can infiltrate what we have. Because what we have is electric. This moment, with this woman on top of me, rocking her body back and forth and pressing her hand against my chest–this is fucking electric and worth protecting.

I grab her hips on both sides and hold her in place. She bucks harder again, so I slap her ass. She gasps and her torso becomes flush with mine. She covers my body with hers as she continues to ride me. I love feeling her body on top of mine. She lifts her torso off mine, holds onto the headboard and begins riding me harder and faster.

“Jesus, Brooke.”

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