What to Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection (WTRAFSOG Book 4)

by Selena Kitt

  “What’s the matter, Cami? Did you want me to go back to what I was doing?”

  “Yyyessss,” she breathes, and I smile.

  But at this point we’re nearly to the deck at the back of the bar. As much as I don’t want to let her go, I put her down so she can walk into the hotel on her own two legs. I’m more than a little satisfied to see how shaky those legs are. I’m glad I’m not the only one.

  We cross the lobby to the elevators. I reach out and push the call button. She groans.

  “The elevator.” Looking up at me she continues, “You know what they say about elevators?” I grin wickedly at her. Her eyes widen and she says, “I have a feeling I am getting myself into trouble already.”

  “Yes, I think you are, considering this elevator opens right up into my suite. If we are alone in there, there will be absolutely nothing stopping me from tearing off your clothes.”

  She moans quietly at me again. Apparently that idea really appeals to her.

  I finally let myself imagine what it’ll be like to be inside of her, to feel her bare skin against mine, to have her surrounding me.

  And then I remember the other reason I wanted to wait. Dammit.

  “Cami?”

  “Hmm?” she says lazily, no doubt thinking about the same thing I was.

  “There was another reason I wanted to wait.” I watch as a look of disappointment colors her face at my words, but I try hard to ignore it. Leaning into her ear I whisper, “It’s because I don’t have any condoms.”

  She stiffens slightly. “I use birth control and I know that I’m clean. I don’t usually have sex without a condom. It’s my number one rule.” Her voice gets quiet at the end. Contemplative.

  “It’s my number one rule, too. However, I can tell you that I too am clean. But…” God it’s hard for me to say this; I want her so bad right now. But I’d hate myself later if I didn’t give her the option. “Cami, we don’t have to do anything tonight.”

  “I trust you,” she whispers and looks deep into my eyes, into my soul. Her expression reiterates the words she’s just spoken.

  Stepping into the elevator, I wonder if there is any way to keep it empty all the way up.

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Cami

  The elevator arrives and we step in. We’re alone. He swipes his room key and punches number eight.

  Looking into his eyes, I see fear, although that’s not the dominant emotion. He’s hungry for me, wants me and only me. I have no doubt that my face and eyes are showing that same emotion because it is all I can think about.

  My feelings for him have grown so quickly, and I know that if we sleep together now, that feeling will only intensify. And frankly, it scares the hell out of me.

  “I don’t know if I am ready for this, Tristan,” I whisper. I can see in his eyes that he’s not going to disagree with me.

  He says, “Would it be okay if we just spent the night together? No expectations?” There is slight disappointment in his voice, but the smile on his face tells me another story.

  Each night, being taken to my room and left alone has been painful. I hate to be away from him, and now he is giving me the chance to stay with him.

  Smiling back at him, I tell him, “I can live with that.”

  His lips meet mine. The kiss is strong and passionate but extremely gentle. Loving, really. He pulls back a little and then kisses me along my jaw to my ear where he kisses that tender spot just below my lobe. Then he licks my earlobe, pulling it toward his mouth.

  “I’ve had a marvelous time tonight,” he whispers softly. His hot breath caresses my skin and sends shivers down my spine.

  In the short time I’ve known him, he has managed to incite feelings I never knew I was capable of, and I would do anything to keep feeling this way.

  “Tristan, today and tonight have been amazing. Thank you,” I whisper as I reach up and cup his face. With a little bit of pressure against his cheek I coerce his mouth toward mine and kiss him.

  I faintly hear the ding of the elevator over the sound of the blood rushing and pulsing through my ears. I realize I’m not breathing. His hand on my jaw exerts gentle pressure to lead me forward. Not until the elevator closes mere inches behind me do I realize that we’ve entered the foyer of his suite.

  I reach up and grip his hair, pulling his mouth to mine in an aggressive kiss. I feel his hands on my back, seeking a zipper. In contrast to mine, his motions are slow and calculated. Like he is trying to make sure that this is what I really want. “Want” is no longer a word in my vocabulary. I need him.

  I pull away from the kiss and bring my hands slowly down his neck to the top button of his shirt. Slowly, one by one, I start to undo his shirt.

  As I slowly undo each button, little visual pleasures come into view. His chest is cut to perfection. His abs are chiseled. As I unhook the last button, his shirt starts to fall away from his shoulders. A good portion of the dragon on his chest comes into view and I take a moment to breathe in his scent His scent is like heaven, and my body heats. He is gorgeous.

  Opening his shirt brings out the sexy, well-defined V that accents his hips. My breathing spikes and my mouth goes dry. His pants are hung low on his hips in such a way that I would be surprised if he was wearing anything underneath.

  Reaching up, I push his shirt off, drinking in his nakedness. I’d seen him shirtless before, but not like this. Not with the eyes of knowing that tonight everything changes between us. Once we start, it is going to be impossible to stop going forward.

  I continue pushing his shirt down his arms. His biceps are beautiful, toned, and tight. Perfectly contoured, thick and strong. His skin is very warm to the touch with a slight hint of a tan. When the arms of his shirt reach his wrists, they stop and go no further.

  “Cufflinks,” he whispers against my lips, ready to kiss at a moment’s notice, his breath hot. I stare into his eyes as my fingers go to work releasing the cufflinks from his shirt. I could be faster, but my eyes are lost in his. Finally I hear the cufflinks clatter to the floor.

  He chuckles briefly, then just like that his lips are on me. I let out a breathy laugh since his kiss has interrupted my undressing of him. His fingers move up my sides, feather light and warm, causing strange tingling sensations to radiate through my body. The motion sends chills across my skin, the shiver of anticipation heats my already hot sex further, and my now painful nipples swell even more. The pain is such that only his warm, wet tongue can soothe. I feel the wetness of my sex starting to seep down my leg.

  His hands continue their ministrations against my skin, moving up to the fine sheer strap that covers the back of the bra I’m wearing. I feel his fingers move from my arm across the back of my neck, sweeping my hair to the side. Trailing fingers slide down my back, right along the nape of my neck, down between my shoulder blades, and a new wave of desire surges through my body as his hands seek the hooks holding my top together.

  He’s leaning closer to me, and I nip his jaw, and in an instant his lips are back on mine. The tingle of contact opens the flood gates in my body and I sway as he steals my breath away. My lips are becoming raw, and the pleasure of his mouth on mine drives my desire even higher.

  My head is swimming with his scent: fresh air, salt water, Armani, and a scent all his own – musty, warm and sweet, almost like chocolate.

  “How do I get this dress off of you?” he growls against my lips.

  I giggle, trying hard to catch a breath; he keeps stealing them from me with every touch. “The right side of the back strap.” I pause to take the deep breath I so desperately need, subconsciously noting that his breathing is just as ragged as mine. Something tells me that his desire is quickly becoming necessity, just like mine. “It unhoo—”

  Before I can finish I feel my dress and bra start to fall away. Tristan takes a deep, sharp, quick breath as my breasts and fully erect nipples come into view.

  “Now the zipper. Top of the skirt,” I breathe.

 
His hands move down and find the top of my skirt. He unhooks the small clasp, and his touch brushing along my back sends a shiver through me. His mouth roams my jaw, neck, shoulder, and back again, each pass getting lower and closer to my breasts. Each kiss a big, open-mouthed, sensual kiss. His tongue caressing my skin.

  I arch my back, hoping that he takes the hint. He does, but chooses very quickly to ignore it.

  With the zipper undone and nothing to hold up the dress it slips down to the floor in a hushed rush. It pools silently around my heels and I’m momentarily trapped. Tristan seizes the opportunity and takes a half step back. His eyes rake over my body from top to bottom and back again, settling on the garter, thong, and thigh high combination. Air audibly rushes into his lungs and his mouth falls open. His tongue peeks out, hungrily licking his lower lip.

  He stares through hooded eyes for more than a minute. I want to unhook my garter straps so that I can slowly remove my thong, but his expression changes. A huge smile lights up his face. Giggling at the expression, I start to imagine what it will be like to have Tristan devouring me, licking and biting along my body.

  “Enjoying the view?” I settle my giggles. His brilliant smile turns into a toothy grin. “I will take that as a yes. But you should ask me to turn around so you can enjoy the view from the back.”

  “Turn around, Cami.”

  In response to the command my blood surges through my veins and I smile. For a moment the sound of my pulse is all I can hear.

  I start to turn slowly to my right, keeping my eyes on Tristan as I do. I’m desperate to see his reaction as he takes in the full effect. After a quarter turn, I can no longer see him, but when my backside comes into view, sans bra and other hindering objects, he lets out a gasp of pleasure.

  His reaction doesn’t disappoint. I feel his hands slowly gliding along the curves of my wings, my shoulder blades, and down my sides. Looking over my right shoulder I watch as his eyes go from lustful need to a bright ice blue, and then he laughs.

  Touching the dimple of my right butt cheek, he asks, “Who the hell kissed your ass?” And his voice is so light and carefree that I nearly forget that I am, for all intents and purposes, naked.

  Laughing, I ask him, “Are you sure you want to know?” He nods. “Are. You. Sure?” I say, emphasizing each word. He smiles, laughs, and nods, this time with gusto. “Beau.”

  Suddenly the room is filled with nothing but the echoes of Tristan’s laughter, and I can’t help but join in.

  I reach out my hand to his and he takes it, bringing it to his lips and planting gentle kisses on each knuckle. A gesture that I’m quickly finding is highly enjoyable.

  “How about a drink?” he asks.

  “I would love one.” The moment is broken, for now.

  He steadies my elbow and points to the dress at my feet. “Step.” I step out of the dress, careful not to catch my heels, and bend to pick it up. “Leave it,” he says. “We can get it later.”

  I stand up, and as I reach my own full height, I catch a sparkle coming off his chest, a reflection coming from the eyes of the dragon. Reaching my hand out as if to touch them, I ask, “Dermals?”

  “Yeah, they’re about five weeks old.”

  “I’ve thought about those. Even replacing the corset hoops with dermal piercings. I just can’t find the right attachments.”

  He cringes slightly. “I would rather have my tattoos done a hundred times over than have more dermal piercings done. They are positively the most painful thing I have ever felt.” Then he smiles an I-have-a-secret smile. “Well, almost the most painful.”

  Oh my. I wonder if he is referring to the piercings in his cock and nipples, or if it is something else entirely.

  Tristan

  I can’t get over how beautiful Cami is. And so uninhibited, standing here talking to me, completely topless and with only a few scraps of material covering her most intimate parts. Those eyes, the blue of the South Pacific sky, are sharp and miss nothing. Her facial features are soft, round, and inviting. Her lips are beautiful, luscious, a small natural upward curve at the corners giving off the impression that she is always smiling. The smooth lines of her neck and shoulders. The curve of her collarbone. Obviously she works out because her arms are trim and lean, and she has a four pack in the abs department. Strong but also sensual. Ardor is running hot and ramped to the point that I can barely keep my feet from pulling me in her direction.

  Shaking myself mentally, I remember that I asked her if she wanted a drink. “What would you like to drink? I have a pretty full mini bar, or we can order up some room service.”

  She blinks a couple times. Is she trying to clear her head, too? Looking up and into my eyes, she says, “Wine would be great.”

  “Red or white?”

  “White, please.”

  “Coming right up.” Walking over to the bar, I fish a bottle of white wine out of the fridge, pop the cork, and pour her a glass. Returning the wine, I grab a Blue Moon off the shelf and head back to her. “I don’t know anything about wine, other than this is white.”

  She giggles and takes the glass from me. “It is probably the same sauvignon blanc that I have in my room. Great stuff. You should try it sometime.”

  I let out a low chuckle. “Yeah, maybe. I am a beer and whiskey kind of guy usually, but I’ll consider it.”

  “Fair enough.”

  She starts to wander the room, seeming to forget that she’s topless. I can’t take my eyes off her. The curve of her backside as she walks away is almost like Aphrodite in the flesh. Her hair is falling down her back, almost to the top of her corset, in long loose waves. Her supple curves are on display. My cock twitches and lust burns hot and bright through my body.

  “I’m curious about something,” I say.

  “Oh? Ask me anything.”

  “If I asked you to be completely naked right now, would you?” I smile at her, hooding my eyes to show her a small taste of the desire I’m feeling.

  She doesn’t miss a beat. “With or without the heels?”

  I smile bigger. “Without,” I whisper. Though I love the heels, I want her completely naked.

  She doesn’t hesitate. After she sets her wine glass down on the nearby table, she reaches for one of the hooks on her garter. When she has released the three straps, her hands go to the top of her thong and she begins to slowly but deliberately move the material down her thighs. She pauses when the top of her thong is flush with the top of her pubic bone and spreads her legs so that the panties are stretched tight.

  I know where this is going. She is going to tease the living hell out of me with a strip tease. I reach for my iPhone, pulling up the Bluetooth, and hit play on “Porn Star Dancing” by My Darkest Days.

  She smiles wide and starts to move her hips from left to right while rubbing her hands up her body, across her stomach, up to cup the bottoms of her beautiful, full tits. She pulls her nipples between her thumb and forefinger and rolls them between her fingers. Her nipples, which are a beautiful, deep pink, get even harder with each roll.

  I’m ready to come undone right now. My knees are going weak and I’m pretty sure I’m going to fall over. I back up into a chair and plop down in a very ungraceful move. My eyes never leave her body.

  Her hands, spread wide, make their way back down her stomach to the top of her garter belt, and she slides it down her hips and thighs, leaving her thong in place. When the garter belt hits the top of her thigh highs, she turns around, moving it further down her legs, and she bends over to remove it. Her beautiful, round ass becomes the center of my attention, the view interrupted only by the small triangle of her thong. As she pulls her right leg free from the garter belt, she spreads her legs wide and I can see her between her legs.

  Her eyes are closed and I can see the small red flush across her cheeks. But she is smiling, so I’m not concerned that she’s embarrassed by my brazen request to be naked for me. God, she is practically naked. Biting my lip to hold back the groan that’s t
hreatening, I watch as she raises her head, smoothing back her hair, and she rises slowly, the muscles in her ass tightening and smoothing in the most delicious way.

  My breathing is uneven, and I’m sure my mouth is hanging open. At this point I wouldn’t mind if the song lasted all night.

  Cami stands up straight, turns back around, and starts stalking toward me in nothing but a thong, thigh highs and heels, crossing one foot in front of the other in a slow, seductive walk. The chair I’m sitting in is an oversized club chair, big enough for two, so I spread my own legs wide in invitation. She turns around again, slowly lowering her sex to mine. I bite my lip again as she slowly starts to grind against my swollen and aching cock.

  She stands up again and goes to work pulling her thong slowly down her thighs, repeating the earlier show. This time there’s nothing left to the imagination. I clearly see her sex, glistening with arousal and aching to be touched. I moan.

  She finishes removing her panties and turns toward me again. This time she straddles my lap. Reaching up, she runs her hands through my hair. Gripping hard, she pulls my head toward her. I’m fully prepared to kiss her, but it turns out that is not on her agenda. Instead she brings my head to her left nipple and rubs the hard tight bud against my lips.

  As the song comes to an end, she lets up on the grip she has on my hair. Afraid she might break the moment and get up, I place my hands on her back and release a hot breath across her nipple.

  “Ahh!” she moans, arching her back. I take full advantage, dragging a hot, thick, languid tongue across her nipple. She moans out a semi-coherent “please.” At the realization that she wants more, my cock lets go of the pre-cum it’s been holding as I flick my tongue hard against her nipple. Her hands move from my hair down my neck to my shoulders as I slowly lick and kiss my way across her chest, over to her right nipple, which I pull into my mouth. The barbell piercing her skin is cold against my hot tongue.

  Her fingertips find my nipples, and I let out a grunting moan against her breast. As I suck harder and faster she starts to squirm, and my own hips start to move with her. Lost to the sensation of my sex against hers, desperate to repeat her earlier orgasm, I note that her fingertips are lightly stroking across my chest and stomach, and then she reaches the button on my pants.