Page 95 of Twisted Fate

Tristan grabs my wrist and pulls me back against him. His lips are quick to find my neck, and his teeth graze my skin, sending shivers down my spine. “Upstairs,” he breathes.

I manage to nod before he shifts, transporting us from the boardroom to the master bedroom of his penthouse. I lean up on my tiptoes and brush my lips over his bottom one. His arms come around me, sweeping me off my feet as his mouth closes over mine. He presses me back against the closed door and nips my lower lip, making me suck in a breath. He chuckles as I wrap my legs around his waist. I bury my fingers in his hair, tugging at the ends as my lips move against his. Our mouths are frantic, losing coordination in our desperation for more.

His lips leave mine for a second, and I drag air into my lungs while he trails his mouth along my jaw, kissing and nipping gently. His hands grip my hips, his thumbs moving in slow, sensual circles.

“Aurora,” he breathes.

“Kiss me,” I demand.

“This isn’t the slow pace you mentioned before.”

I lean back enough to look at him. “I don’t want slow,” I say. “I wantyou.”

The hue of his eyes darkens into a look so filled with desire, heat floods through me. My entire body is tingling with a wicked sensation, a need to be touched.

“You’re saying—?”

“I’m sayingkiss me, Tristan.”

I don’t have to ask again. His lips are on mine in an instant, pulling soft whimpers and moans from me with ease. He spins us around and walks across the room, setting me on my feet when we reach the side of his bed. My heart surges forward, and my eyes snap to his.

“Are you sure?”

I nod, reaching for him.

He catches my hand and presses it flat against his chest, over his heart. I can feel it pounding against my palm. “I need to hear you say it, sweetheart.”

A smile touches my lips. I lift my free hand to his face and cup his cheek. “I want you, Tristan Westbrook, so much it terrifies me. I want you so badly it hurts.”

His eyes go wide. “You can’t possibly understand how long I’ve waited for this moment.”

My breath catches. “Then stop talking and kiss me.”

He slides his hand up my neck, cradling my head as his lips seal over mine. He lays me on his bed and leans over me, planting short, soft kisses along my jaw, down the side of my neck, across my collarbone. My skin heats at his touch, pulsing between my legs each time his lips brush across a new part of me.

He lifts his shirt over his head, dropping it on the floor before reaching for the buttons on my blouse. “I need to know you’ll tell me to stop if this gets to be too much,” he says.

“I will,” I assure him.

He undoes each button with care until he can push it off my shoulders, then tosses it on the floor with his shirt. He dips his head and licks along the top swell of my breasts, making me gasp. I grip the waistband of his pants, tugging on his belt until I can get it to unbuckle. He steals my hands and pins them above my head with one hand, using the other to unclasp my strapless bra. It falls away, leaving my upper half bare and bringing a new heat to my cheeks.

His eyes catch mine as he releases my wrists, and he smiles. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs and brings his lips back to mine in a sweet, slow kiss. He drops his mouth to my chest and kisses around my breast, flicking his tongue across it, hardening the nipple before he sucks it into his mouth. I groan as he circles his tongue around it while tweaking the other with his fingers. I arch my back, and he answers by switching sides and delivering the ministrations all over again. The heat between my thighs pulses with need, and almost as though he senses it, he presses his knee higher, and my hips jerk in response.

He trails his lips the length of my stomach until they reach the edge of my pants. His eyes flick to mine, and I nod. He smirks and pulls them past my knees. I kick them the rest of the way off, and Tristan helps me slide back further so my head rests against the pillows. He hovers over me, kissing each of my cheeks, my forehead, my nose, before his lips return to mine. His hand presses against my stomach and slides lower. My hips buck when his fingers brush over my panties, making me gasp against his lips.

“You like that?” he murmurs.

“Yes,” I breathe.

My head spins when he slips his hand into my panties, and I grip the black silk sheets on either side of me as he slides a finger inside. His thumb circles my bundle of nerves while his finger thrusts in and out, making me writhe against the sheets.

He takes his time stroking me, stealing my moans as his lips move against mine in a feverish kiss.

Shifting his body, he trails his lips down my neck and across my collarbone. My pulse kicks up when I realize where his mouth is heading. His free hand slides down my side as he moves his lips lower to my stomach while his fingers still move slowly inside of me, eliciting small, soft moans from me. He kisses just below my navel, then lifts his eyes to mine. The sight of him before me almost does me in, and when a smirk touches his lips, my heart races.

He pulls my panties off and tosses them behind him, then lifts my leg over his shoulder, and raises a brow at me. An invitation.

I take the cue, and lift my other leg. He lowers his gaze to my core, his dark lashes fanning his cheeks. His fingers slow and slide out, making me sigh, but before I can protest, his tongue replaces them. I press my lips together so I don’t make a sound, and my eyes shut on their own accord as he flicks it against my bundle of nerves.

---