Page 91 of Heart to Heart
“Not yet,” he crooned, though I heard the hitch in his voice just as prominently as I felt his desire for me between my legs.
His fingers parted my folds just enough to reach my clit. “Tristan,” I gasped as he ran gentle circles over it with his fingers.
“You’re already so wet,” he panted. His breath, hot against my neck, his other hand still cupping my breast.
“Only for you.” I was on sensory overload in the best way.
“Only ever for me?” he asked, his question coming out as more of a demand than a plea.
“Only ever for you!” I moaned as his fingers continued working their magic.
“That’s my good girl,” he growled in my ear. His lips sliding down my neck, kissing and lightly sucking the delicate skin.
My breathing grew heavy, my release building to a crescendo in his hands. “Tristan,” I moan-panted his name so animalistically I didn’t even recognize my own voice, “I need you inside me.”
“So impatient.” I could feel his smile against my skin. In that moment, I wanted to murder him just as much as I wanted him to fuck me.
Sensing I was close to unraveling before him, he intensified his pressure on my clit, building it more and more, bringing me closer and closer to the brink. “Come undone for me,” he pleaded with me as though making me orgasm were on his bucket list and he were dying tomorrow.
Pressure building, I threw my head back, moaning as I moved my hips against him.
“Look at me, Avery,” he commanded, “I want to look into your eyes when I make you come.”
That was all it took to send me tumbling over the edge. As the world around me exploded into delicious spasms, I looked at Tristan, who stared at me with so much wonder and so much lust that I never wanted the night to end.
After coming down from my high, he cradled my head in his hand while my body stilled in his arms, completely sated. “You’re exquisite,” he whispered, winding his hand around my waist.
“But what about you?”
“We’ll take care of me later,” he said, with all the confidence of a man who knew he was, in fact, going to be taken care of later. “But for now, we need to get inside the hotel. We’ve been parked outside for the last ten minutes.”
“Avery and Tristan,welcome to L’Albergo del Mulino a Vento in beautiful Napa,” Kamila greeted us when we stepped inside the lobby.
“The Windmill Hotel?” I asked, trying to recall some of the Italian I’d learned back in high school. Hanging above us, as if telling me,No shit, Sherlock, was a chandelier made from weathered windmill blades.
“That’s right. Good job, Avery,” Kamila praised me. Somehow, their ‘Good job’ didn’t hit the same way as Tristan’s ‘Good girl’. Tristan had unlocked Mask kink and praise kink, all in a matter of weeks—or maybe it was just all part of a Tristan Tate kink I’d been harboring for years.
Tristan’s jaw clenched, clearly not expecting to be assaulted with cameras when we walked through the door.
“I noticed you were out in that limo for a while, and Avery’s hair looks a little mussed,” Kamila began, waggling their eyebrows. “Want to tell us what was going on in there?”
“We were just talking,” Tristan said, a bitterness in his voice.
“Talking. Right.” Kamila clearly was not buying any of it and gave a pointed look at the camera to further punctuate that fact. “A little limo action aside, you two seemed to have had quite the time at the zoo.”
“Yeah, until we had an unexpected visitor,” Tristan said, glaring at Kamila.
“Oh, yeah. Guy contacted the show, and we thought we’d give him and Avery a little closure to allow them both to move on.”
“Closure?” I scoffed. “If you really wanted to do that, you could have given me his call so I could tell him not to bother coming at all.”
“Yeah, but what fun would that have been?” Kamila shrugged.
I glanced at Tristan, who looked at me apologetically.
“So,” Kamila clapped their hands, “you know what night it is. It’s Den of Desire night. Tonight, the two of you, if you so choose, can spend the night together, giving in to all the angst and sexual tension the audience has felt from you all season. Or, if you’d rather keep the night family-friendly, you can choose to spend it in your separate rooms, watching reruns ofThe Golden Girls.”
“What do you have againstThe Golden Girls?” I only half-joked.
