Page 44 of About Last Night
He slammed against her, forcing her back against the wall, sending what sounded like brooms crashing to the floor.
The mood changed in the space of a second.
This wasn’t playful any more, it was hot and heavy and serious.
Inevitable.
It was what she wanted. What she’dneededsince he was last inside her.
In a shocking moment of clarity, she realised that this was always going to happen.
She’d been kidding herself this whole time.
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Tristan groaned with relief as Lula wrenched his trousers open and slid a hot hand down his stomach and into his boxers, freeing him from the confines of his clothes. He was hard and so ready for her touch as she ran her fingers possessively over him.
He’d been dying to drag her away and keep her all to himself all evening and when she’d told him she washere for himhe’d totally lost his grip on control.
He’d needed to hear that. That he wasn’t on his own. That someone cared about him. Thatshecared about him.
This growing need for her had been driving him crazy for the last couple of weeks and all his frustration came flooding out as he pressed himself into her, kissing her so hard he worried for a second he might be hurting her.
Drawing back, he cupped her face again and felt her ragged breath on his skin.
‘Don’t stop,’ she murmured, in that taunting, husky voice of hers.
He was lost. Totally and utterly gone.
Dropping his hands from her face, he found the hem of herdress and pushed it roughly up her body then located the top of her skimpy knickers, which he skimmed down her legs, exposing her fully to his roving fingers.
She let out a gasp of pleasure as he pressed his index finger between her folds, catching the swollen nub of her clitoris with his fingertip and stroking her there for a few beats, before sliding it into her slick waiting heat.
His body gave a throb of pleasure as he realised she was as ready for this as he was.
And this was no time for finesse; he just needed to be inside her.
Right now.
‘Please tell me you have a condom,’ she muttered.
He stilled as the terrible truth hit him.
He didn’t have one on him.
‘I was hopingyoumight have brought some. Maybe hidden them about your person?’ he said, his voice ragged with hope.
Despite the intensity of the moment, she giggled. ‘In this dress? I can barely fit my body into it.’
He groaned, low in his throat. ‘I noticed. And stop talking about your body, I’m going crazy here.’
She laughed again, and he felt the tremor of the movement against his other hand, which was pressed to the bottom of her ribcage.
Leaning his forehead against hers, he slipped his hands away from her and she moaned in protest.
‘Let’s get out of here and go back to my apartment,’ he said, taking a step backwards so he could stoop down and locate her knickers on the floor.
Don’t say no, Lula, please don’t say no.
