Page 70 of Racking Up Penalties
“Three guys who are crazy about you,” Emma corrects with a knowing look. “Because you’re you.”
“Right.” I take a deep breath, pushing down the nerves that threaten to bubble up again. Emma’s right. I can do this.
We leave in the morning and I still need to get some sleep which might be impossible if I am this nervous.
A series of knocks reach us.
“Expecting someone?” Emma asks, her eyebrow arching as she slips past me.
“Nope. It could be any of them,” I reply.
We both go to the door to see who is there.
Emma opens the door and there is Tristan with his sandy-brown hair tousled just so and those deep blue eyes that always seem to see right through me.
“Hey sis,” he greets, slipping inside effortlessly and pulling Emma into a hug.
“Good timing. Our girl needs your help,” Emma tells him.
“Well then I’m glad I’m here.” Tristan pulls me to him and presses a kiss to my lips, pulling a giggle out of me.
“Take it to Tessa’s room!” Emma says and we do.
His gaze quickly sweeps over the disarray that is my room. “Looks like a clothing bomb went off in here. Nervous about this weekend?”
“So nervous, Tristan.”
Tristan’s touch is tentative at first, a whisper of fingertips against my forearm that sends a shiver down my spine. His deep blue eyes search mine, and there’s a question in them, a silent offer to ease the whirlwind of nerves inside me.
“You don’t need to be,” he murmurs, and the words are wrapped in warmth. He steps closer, his presence enveloping me like a blanket. The chaos of the room fades away, leaving just us in this bubble of anticipation. My heart races, not from anxiety now, but from his proximity. “She is going to love you.”
It’s then that his lips find mine, gentle yet insistent, and it feels like the most natural thing in the world. Tristan kisses me, and the tension begins to melt away. Each brush of his lips is a stroke of calm, erasing the worry lines from my forehead, soothing the rapid beat of my heart. His hands cradle my face, thumbs stroking my cheeks with such care, such tenderness.
I let myself get lost in the sensation, in the taste of him—mint and something uniquely Tristan. It’s intoxicating, the way he makes me feel wanted and cherished. My thoughts become foggy, centered only on the here and now, on the soft pressure of his mouth moving with mine.
But he doesn’t stop there. Tristan guides me backward until the backs of my knees hit the bed, and we tumble down together. He hovers over me, our breaths mingling, his gaze never leaving mine as if asking for permission.
“Relax,” he whispers against my skin, trailing kisses down my neck, sending tingles racing along my spine. “Let me take care of you.”
I nod, unable to form words, my body humming with need. He continues his descent, his mouth worshiping every inch of exposed skin, each kiss a promise.
I want the clothes between us gone. Now.
I lean up and strip Tristan’s clothes. His bright smile is blinding and perfect as he helps remove mine too until we are both naked with each other.
My breath catches in my throat as he parts my thighs with a reverence that makes my heart swell. The first touch of his tongue is a shock wave of pleasure that arcs through my body, igniting every nerve ending.
“Tristan,” I gasp, fingers tangling in his sandy-brown hair, grounding me to this moment. He looks up at me, blue eyes intense and full of purpose.
“Shh,” he soothes, before his attention returns to the task at hand. His movements are deliberate, skilled, and focused entirely on my pleasure. The world narrows down to the exquisite feeling of his tongue exploring, tasting, teasing. He’s drawing moans from deep within me.
The buildup is slow and torturous in its intensity. With each flick and swirl, the pressure inside me mounts, threatening to spill over. Tristan’s name becomes a mantra on my lips, a plea, a declaration as I ride the waves of pleasure he’s so expertly conjuring.
He wraps his lips around my clit and sucks hard while flicking his tongue against me.
“Tristan, I—” The rest of the sentence dissolves into a breathless sigh as he brings me to the brink, my entire being centered on the relentless, loving attention he lavishes upon me.
I need to taste this man.
