“What?” Tristan’s forehead crinkles in confusion.
“The night you brought me home, you put clothes on me before you slept naked behind me.”
“Yeah, because I needed the barrier to keep from slamming inside you.” He rocks against me, letting me feel his erection against my belly.
“I would’ve let you that morning,” I admit quietly. “Before I really woke up…”
Closing his eyes, he groans and grinds down on me.
“I think the reason I was so mad at you wasn’t because of the videos you used to blackmail me, but because I thought it was all an act to set me up.”
His dark eyes open and peer down at me. “You thought what was all an act?”
“The way you touched me in the club, everything you did on the video. I thought you were pretending to want me just to get the blackmail you needed.”
“Are you kidding?” he mutters. “I didn’t get what I needed. What Ineededwas to be inside you, and I knew you would never let me. If I had pushed that far at the club, I think you would’ve pulled the trigger the next morning.”
“You emptied my gun.”
“And I’m sorry about that. If you hadn’t realized it before tonight…” he trails off.
“He would’ve killed me.”
Tristan releases my wrists. His lips crash down on mine, and his tongue forces its way into my mouth as his body grows heavier, as if he’s trying to prevent me from leaving.
Reaching up, I slide my fingers into his dark hair, tugging on it the way he’s tugged on mine. The way I wanted to do the first time he went down on me, but I couldn’t with my arms restrained over my head in that damn swing.
Tristan groans like he approves while I part my legs, allowing his body to align in the perfect way with mine.
“You’re playing a dangerous game tonight, sweetheart,” he warns against my lips. Reaching down, he tugs my shirt out of my pants to get his big, warm hand on my bare skin. His palm cups my breast through my satin bra a second later, squeezing as his hips roll, teasing me.
“No more games,” I tell him. “I need you inside me too.”
Our kiss deepens for a moment before Tristan draws back and rips my shirt down the middle, shredding the buttons to reveal all that’s underneath. “I want you naked and screaming my name tonight, not God’s.”
“If you think you can give me something to scream about,” I joke. “And I want you…”
Tristan’s roaming hands freeze as he stares down at my face, waiting for me to finish my thought. “I want you to wake me up screaming in the morning.”
“God, yes.”
My pants are his next victims, as he destroys the button and zipper. I fight to remove my coat, suit jacket, and shirt while he tugs my pants and panties down my legs, stopping only long enough to remove my shoes and hose.
I can’t believe I’m getting naked in his bed, that I’m going to have sex with the criminal while half a dozen women sleep below us.
But I’m tired of denying myself.
And I want Tristan to fuck me so good those women hear me scream his name over and over again.
19
Tristan
Before I have Kirsten for the first time, I want to hear her beg.
Sliding down her body, I part her folds with my tongue, then attack her clit with fervor, making her squirm and gasp.
“Fuck, how are you so…so good at that?” Her fingers thread through my hair, tugging my face closer to her body. “Never mind. More…please don’t stop…oh yeah…right there!”
