Page 90 of Heart to Heart
I wished I could see him better in the moonlight. His eyes always sparkled when he laughed.
“Okay, so you immediately liked me because of my stellar coordination and my mother’s baked goods. Go on.”
“A little pushy, aren’t we?” He squeezed my hand. “Okay. I knew I was starting to fall for you when we rode on horseback together. And I knew I was screwed when we were in the hot tub.”
“Albeit not literally,” I joked.
Even in the dark, I could feel the heat of his gaze as he paused. “Don’t tempt me, Avery.”
I gasped, a tickle in my stomach swiftly becoming an ache only Tristan was going to be able to cure. If he continued talking like that, all deep and growly, I simply might let him do just that, right here, right now.
“But I think,” he began again, “watching you interacting with the others in the house and genuinely caring about them, helping Bianca even though it meant sacrificing a spot on the group date. Along with your kindness without expecting anything in return, and you’re being the most beautiful woman in the house, yet not making it your entire personality, are what sent me over the edge.
I’d moved from hot and bothered to hot and bothered and crying in a matter of seconds. This man. This charismatic, kind-hearted, driven, chiseled-featured, hard-bodied, probably great-in-bed man saw me for who I was and loved me for it. Flaws and all. Before I could stop them, tears began to fall, until I was full-on ugly crying.
“Baby, don’t cry.” He leaned in, rubbing my tears away with his thumbs as he rested his forehead against mine. Even in the dark, he saw me.
“Then quit being so exceptional.”
“I’m not exceptional. That’s why I had to do the show in the first place. But if it means being with you, I’ll do everything possible to be the man you need me to be.”
“Tristan,” I whispered, my fingers swimming through wayward strands of his hair as I leaned in to kiss him.
“Sorry to interrupt,” Garry—not really sorry—interrupted us right as we were a breath away from crashing into each other. “But the car is here to take you back to the hotel.”
CHAPTER 52
AVERY
Tristan hiked my dress up,his fingertips lightly grazing my thigh.
“So. Damn. Beautiful,” he groaned between kisses down my neck.
I straddled him in the back of the limousine, having the best night of my life by leaps and bounds. His hair between my fingers, his lips making their way across my clavicle, he groaned as I thrusted against his erection, which was threatening to burst through the seam of his trousers.
“What are you doing to me, Avery?” He moaned as he pushed the strap of my dress down my arm, exposing my shoulder. His lips lightly brushed my skin, just enough to put every part of my body on high alert.
“Nothing compared to what I want to do to you.”
“Yeah?” he asked, his hand tracing the plunging neckline of my dress, stopping near my breasts. “And what do you want me to do to you?”
“Anything,” I panted.
He slipped his hand underneath the fabric of my dress, cupping my breast as he pushed the fabric aside and exposedthem to his ravenous eyes. His fingers danced around my nipple, rolling it between his thumb and index finger before greed got the best of him and he captured it in his mouth, his tongue playing with the hard nub.
“Is this what you meant?” he asked, pure onyx replacing the green and brown in his eyes. Tristan Tate desiring me as much as I desired him was singly the sexiest thing that had ever happened to me.
“It’s a start,” I answered, cheekily.
“That’s good because the night is long.”
“And so are you.”
He raised an eyebrow, an impish grin spreading on his face as his hand traveled further up my leg until he reached the junction of my thighs and paused at the hem of my panties.
“Please,” I moaned, grinding myself against him. No further permission needed, his fingers glided over the fabric, tracing my vulva with the hands of someone who knew exactly what they were doing. Someone who could bring immense pleasure and sweet torture at the same time.
“Touch me,” I pleaded shamelessly, wishing to all the gods my bikini briefs would dissolve into thin air under his skilled fingers.
