Page 93 of Taken By the Fae

“Keep talking about work, and I’m going to take you to my room and give you something else to do with that mouth,” he warns, making the warmth in my belly spread to the pulsing between my thighs.

I arch a brow. “I might believe you if I didn’t know you have a meeting tonight,” I say with a sweet smile.

His eyes narrow. “You think I won’t cancel that to be inside you?”

“Do it,” I say in a defiant tone despite the race of my pulse.

He smirks. “You’re sexy when you’re feisty.”

I scowl, but it’s half-hearted. “You think I’m not serious?”

“Oh, I know you are.” The hand holding my hip slides down and grazes my thigh. I watch his fingers move lower before he tips my head back up. “You never miss the chance at a challenge.”

I sigh. “For someone who was complaining about me talking, you’re sure slow to shut up.”

He raises a brow. “Clever.”

I nudge him back far enough so I can slide off the table and straighten my shirt. “If you’re not going to follow through with your threats, you shouldn’t make them,” I say cheekily as I reach for my notes to get back to work.

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 nod before he shifts, transporting us from the boardroom to the main 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 seals over mine. As he presses me back against the closed door, he 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 admit. “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 saying,kiss 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. It pounds against my palm. “I need to hear you say it, Rory.”

A smile touches my lips. I lift my other 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 widen slightly, and he slides his hand up my neck, cradling my head as his lips capture 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 an additional part of me.

Tristan lifts his shirt over his head, dropping it on the floor before reaching for the buttons on my blouse. Undoing each button with care until he can push it off my shoulders, he 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 heat to my cheeks.

His eyes catch mine as he releases my wrists, and he smiles. “You are 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 down the length of my stomach until they reach the edge of my pants, then pulls them past my knees. I kick them the rest of the way off, and Tristan helps me slide back farther 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.

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