Tristan lowered me to the floor and as I turned to grab the lingerie from the bed, yanked me back until I was pressed hard against him. In my ear, he whispered heavily, "Don't make me wait long."
I raced to the bathroom and changed, wanting to make a real entrance for him. I wanted so much to make him happy, to be the woman who drove him mad with desire. He had such power over me that with just a word or a glance, he could make me forget all my fears to be what would please him.
As I dressed, I glanced at the mirror, not entirely happy with what I saw. I pushed up my brea**sts to look more like the woman who'd served us at his club, but the effect wasn't the same. No matter. I was the woman he lived with, the woman he said he loved, I told myself.
When I came out of the bathroom, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, still fully dressed. Confused, I walked toward him. "Is something wrong? You're still dressed."
His brown eyes seemed to dance as he looked at me. "Not a thing. Turn around for me, Nina."
I did as he commanded, twirling the babydoll so the panties beneath showed. When I faced him again, he was staring at me, his eyes focused on mine. He sat there silently while I waited for him to speak, each moment that ticked by making me uncomfortable as his gaze never wavered.
"Tristan?"
He shook his head. "Shhh. Come here."
Taking my hand, he pulled me onto his lap so I straddled him. I pressed my hands to his chest as he slid his finger under the strap on my right shoulder, teasing my skin with his touch. He leaned in to lightly pepper kisses across my collarbone, and I shivered from a chill that ran down my spine.
I wanted him so badly. How he could be so calm and controlled when I could barely contain my need to have him touch every inch of me drove me wild. It was enthralling, sexy, and maddening all at the same time.
My body ached for him to do anything, yet he seemed content to simply watch me as he lightly traced the outline of my babydoll across the top of my breasts. Breathing became next to impossible as I waited for him to do something to ease my need for him.
His co**ck pressed hard against my excited pussy, and I began grinding slowly against him, wanting so much to feel a sense of release from everything building up inside me. Leaning forward, I tried to kiss him, but he backed away, leaving me lost and frustrated.
Staring up at me, his brown eyes heavy with desire, he pushed down on my hips until our bodies met. Holding me there, he whispered, "I want nothing to come between us, Nina. When I think of you, you're mine. Every inch of you, mine. I want every man who sees you to know you belong to me."
As he spoke, he lifted his hips ever so slightly off the bed to slide his hard co**ck over my needy clit. His words created a desperation to have him inside me that I found hard to control.
"Yes," I whispered. "I'm yours. Please..."
"Patience, baby. You'll get what you want soon."
I didn't want to be patient. I wanted him to f**k me hard as I rode him until he made my body shake from my release and my limbs felt boneless.
Tugging his shirt, I tried to pull it over his head, but he stopped me and took my hands in his. Holding them above my head with his right hand, he trailed the fingers of his other hand over my breast, lingering on my excited nipple until he squeezed it hard between his thumb and forefinger. I cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, unsure of which I felt more.
"Tell me what you want and it's yours. Jewelry, clothes, trips—name it and it's yours," he said with a sexy smile. "I'll give you anything you want."
I didn't care about any of that. For the first time in my life, things I could buy with money didn't matter. I could have anything my heart desired, and none of it meant a damn thing. All that mattered was him. I loved him. I needed him. I couldn't deny him. In just weeks, he'd become everything to me and I wanted to make him see that.
"I want you. I want to feel you inside me as we make love. I want to taste your lips and feel your tongue in my mouth when you kiss me like you can't live without me. I want to hear you moan when I make you come. I don't care about things. It's you I want."
He closed his eyes and spoke in a voice that sounded strained. "I'd give you anything to make you happy. Just the thought of you visiting your ex-boyfriend makes me crazy, Nina. You live here in my house, just feet away from me each night as I lay in bed alone and wanting you so bad it hurts."
When he stopped talking, he opened his eyes and I saw all the need he hid so often. He yearned for the Nina who'd loved him and I could finally give him that. I loved him. I adored him. His happiness was in my hands, and I wanted to be what he loved.
"No more waiting. I want to be yours. Heart and soul. I love you. You're everything to me, Tristan."
For a moment, he sat there perfectly still, like he was frozen in time, but then those gorgeous brown eyes that had haunted me from the first time I saw him gazing down at me as I lay in that hospital bed softened and in them I saw all the emotion he kept hidden inside. I leaned in and kissed him deeply, wanting him to give me those feelings he so rarely showed.
Releasing his hold on my wrists, he slid his hands over my back and pulled me to him. His voice was ragged as he whispered hoarsely, "I love you, Nina. No more distance between us."
"No more," I promised as he let me slide his shirt over his head.
I filled my eyes with the view of his muscular body as he lifted me off him to take off his jeans. Every inch of his body looked hard, like he was in total control of every muscle's movement. My gaze slipped from his broad shoulders, down over his chest with that unusual double snake tattoo, to his rock hard abs. He stepped out of his clothes and as I stood there enthralled with how beautiful he looked, he knelt before me.
"I want to see you," he rasped as he slid his hands up underneath my babydoll. He made quick work of my panties and then moved to pull the straps of the lingerie down as the entire silk and lace top dropped to the floor around my feet.
Tristan licked his lips and looked up at me as I stood naked before him. His hands caressed my hips, and he placed a tiny kiss just below my navel, making my legs go weak from desire. So good at drawing out our lovemaking, he was always in control while I craved him so much I would have raced to the part where he was deep inside me. He was pure seduction, and he drove me wild.
He knew it too.
He drew his fingertip down through my wet slit until he reached my opening. Quickly, he thrust two fingers inside me, and I almost fell to the floor at how incredible my pus**sy felt filled with any part of him, even if fingers weren't what I wanted.
"So tight," he groaned. "I love how your cunt feels. So wet for me. Do you hear how wet you are?"
"Yessss..." I mewed as he fucked me with his fingers and the pad of his thumb drew delicious circles on my clit.
"Do you know how sexy you look right now?" he asked while his eyes searched my face for how good he made me feel.
It was all too raw, and I closed my eyes to save some part of me from those eyes staring up at me. But he wouldn't let me escape.
"Keep your eyes open, Nina. I want to see every sensation through them. I want to see your soul through them."
I opened them and looked down his body to see his co**ck standing thick against his stomach. It touched the bottom of his navel, and I yearned to be filled with it instead of his fingers. To feel him push deep into me and retreat, leaving me empty and wanting more, before he filled me again, taking my breath away in the most sublime way.
"Tristan, don't make me wait," I whimpered as he continued thrusting two fingers in and out of me.
"What does my Nina want?" he asked in a voice laced with sex and just a touch of sharpness.
"You. More than just fingers. All of you."
In one swift movement, he slid them out of me and stood to his full height. "I promised you slow and easy the other night."
I palmed his thick cock, wrapping my fingers around it as far as I could, and looked up at him. "Give me slow and easy the second time. Now I want to feel you inside me fucking my brains out, like you promised."
"That I can do," he said in that deep voice I loved as he took me in his arms and pushed me onto the bed.
He held his body over mine and ran his co**ck through my wet folds, skimming its full length over the tiny bundle of nerves at the top. The feeling was exquisite, a mixture of aching desire and pure pleasure like nothing else in the world.
I reached up to wrap my arms around his neck as he rammed deep into me, nearly taking my breath away. His co**ck stretched me, forcing me to accept him, as he fucked me just as I'd asked. I wanted to see him stripped of the control that ruled him. I wanted to see the real Tristan Stone.
He groaned next to my ear as his hips flexed back and forth, pistoning his co**ck into me as I grasped at him to hold on. Our sex was animalistic, but I loved watching him shed the veneer of civility he wore around everyone, including me.
My body was his to do with as he pleased with no fight from me. Even if I wanted to resist, I couldn't. I craved his touch, the feel of his body invading mine as he made me his completely.
"God, you feel so fucking good," he moaned into my ear as he buried his head in the pillow next to me.
"Don't stop," I cried out when he slid out of me and didn't return. "Please, Tristan."
"Roll over, baby. I want to watch your face as I f**k you this way."