Page 93 of Heart to Heart
Without breaking our hold on each other, we became a flailing mass of limbs, struggling not to bump into furniture or trip over wayward ottomans on our way across the living room to the bedroom at the other end of the suite.
Tristan kicked open the door, and we stumbled inside the dark room, lit only by the light of the moon, which illuminated the king-sized bed in the middle of it. Not missing a beat, he made his way to the bed, with me still in his arms, and, resting one knee on the mattress, lowered me down onto the comforter.
“Avery,” he whispered, “are you sure you want this?”
“I think I made it pretty obvious in the limo how much I want this.”
“I’m not talking about sex. Me. Are you sure you want me?”
In a rare display of vulnerability, he lowered his head, resting it on my chest. This beautiful, kind, giant movie star of a man had the same insecurities I did, the same fears that I’d beenharboring this entire time. I didn’t think it was possible, but that made me want him even more.
“Look at me,” I said, lifting his head up. “Yes.” I nodded, running my hand along his coarse jawline. “I want you in every way you’ll give yourself to me and then some.”
He lifted himself to a sitting position, bringing me with him and setting me down on his lap. “You have me, Avery Martin. My heart is yours to break.”
“I won’t. I promise.”
“I know.”
His lips brushed mine, swiftly deepening the kiss as he parted my lips with his tongue while his hand danced over the skin of my neck, traveling down to my shoulder. He pushed the straps of my dress down, first one arm and then the other, pulling them off and exposing my breasts to him in the moonlight before laying me down on the bed and stripping me down to my heels and bikini briefs.
“My God.” He stared down at me in awe, admiring my nearly nude body. “You’re a damn goddess.”
“Why don’t you worship me, then?”
“Darling, I will pray to the altar of Avery every night if you’ll have me.”
To drive this fact home, his lips kissed down the length of my torso. His hands slid down my body, stopping at the lacy hem of my panties, where, using his teeth, he pulled them down, exposing the rest of me to him, while one-handed, he slid them the rest of the way down my legs, pulling my heels off with them.
“Open your legs for me.”
I shook my head. “Not until we level the playing field a little.”
“Are you going to make me beg?”
“No, but I am going to make you take off your shirt.”
More than willing to oblige, he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his ripped torso in the moonlight. Did he add evenmore muscles on top of the ones he already had? I would be happy to stare at him all night to figure that out if not for the fact I knew there was so much more in store for us.
“Okay, I’ve held up my end of the bargain. Now it’s your turn.” With a smug smile on my face, I opened my legs just wide enough to tease him. “Okay, we’ll do this fun way.” He gripped my feet, but instead of pulling them apart, he began massaging his way up the length of my legs, his fingers working their own kind of voodoo magic that sent intense waves of pleasure up my body. I arched my back, moaning as my legs spread involuntarily wider until he was on his knees between them, both hands on my hips, his head bowed.
“Take your mask off,” I panted. “I want to see your face when you take me.”
Wasting no time, Tristan ripped his mask off and threw it across the room, the hunger on his face sending a surge of need through my body.
“Now take off your pants,” I begged, my breathing ragged.
“Not yet. Not until I make you come so hard you forget your name.” Before I could protest, he hooked his arms under my thighs, lowering himself down, his breath hot on my clit.
“Tristan,” I moaned as his tongue caressed my sensitive bud, lightly at first but then growing more insatiable. My breathing labored, I threw my head back, eyes closed, my body awash in fire and ice at the same time. Tristan tightened his hold on me, pulling me in closer to him, groaning as though I were the one providing him pleasure and not the other way around.
“You even taste beautiful.”
His sexy mouth worked its magic on me, the pressure beginning to build with every flick of his tongue and every pull of his lips on my clit. He was bringing me to the precipice, to the point of no return, and all I could do was let him as I gripped the comforter tightly in my hands, my hips moving to meet him.
“Please,” I whimpered. “I need you.”
“And you’ll have me. But first, you have to let go for me, baby.”
