“Ok,” I whisper.
“Your word?” he growls deeply.
“Yes, I give you my word, I will stuff my face tonight,” I say trying not to laugh.
“It’s not funny,” he tells me sternly.
“No, it’s not!” I say shaking my head, still trying not to laugh.
He can't help it; his lips start to twitch as he fights to hide his smile. I bring my hands up to my mouth and try to hide the laugh bursts out of me.
He shakes his head in mock horror. “You are so frustrating,” he sighs, pulling me against the length of his body, holding me tight again. I close my eyes and breathe in his scent. “But you have enchanted me Coral Stevens,” he whispers. “I am under your spell, and I have missed you so.” Oh Tristan!
“I’m under your spell too Tristan,” I whisper.
He pulls back and gazes down adoringly at me. “Let’s go,” he softly says, taking my hand in his…
CHAPTER NINETEEN
TRISTAN PULLS THE CAR TO A STOP OUTSIDE HIS HOUSE. Stepping out of the car and walking around to my side, he leans down and gives me his hand. Taking hold of it, Tristan pulls me with such a force that I almost fall to the floor, I scream with delight as he catches me in time.
Shutting the car door and pushing me against it, he presses the length of his body against mine. I can feel his erection digging into my belly, the hard sinew of the muscles in his lean legs, his toned chest pushing against my breasts.
“I want you,” he growls huskily and kisses me hard. I have to fight the urge to wrap my legs around him, undo his zipper and have him take me there and then.
“Then take me, here…now,” I challenge.
“No,” he growls sexily.
Grasping my hand in his Tristan marches to the front door, unlocks it, pulls me inside, slams the door shut with his foot, punches in the code for the alarm, then turns to me with dark devilish eyes.
Butterflies start zooming around my stomach like spitfires in an air battle. Tristan walks over to the breakfast bar, removes his jacket and hangs it across the bar stool. Then, reaching into his jacket, he pulls out his wallet, opens it up and takes out a condom.
Then he slowly turns and smiles back at me with such a dirty, sexy smile, I feel a frisson of excitement tingle throughout my body. He starts waggling the condom in his hand as he slowly saunters towards me, his look heated and sexy as hell…holy crap!
I tremble inside, god I want him so badly. I throw my handbag on the floor, just as Tristan pulls me into his arms and his mouth swoops down on mine, kissing me hard, pushing me up against the wall with his one hand, whilst the other shoves the condom in his trouser pocket.
I kiss him back with all the burning passion that’s been building for the past five days, our tongues lashing against one another. I moan and whimper as he continues to kiss me, he growls in response, a low sexy sound. Then quickly stripping him of his shirt and tie, I lift my arms so he can get rid of my blouse, followed swiftly by my bra.
Taking my breasts in his hands he stares down at them in awe, sucking each of my nipples in turn, my head falls back as I cry out with longing – Has it only been five days?
“God I’ve missed you,” he breaths, echoing my thoughts.
Then falling to his knees, he opens the button on my trousers and gazing up at me, he slowly pulls down the zip.
“What do we have here?” he teases, pulling my trousers further down, past my pelvic bone, across my backside, revealing a pair of my new black lacy thongs.
He looks up at me, appreciation written all over his face. “Very nice,” he says his voice all deep and husky. Damn his voice is so fucking sexy!
My stomach flips and everything south of my waist clenches in delicious anticipation. My lips part, I am panting with delicious anticipation. Tristan suddenly stands up, and takes a step back, admiring me.
“Tristan!” I scold – You can't just stop like that!
He smiles a sexy smile at me, his eyes blazing then slowly, he sinks down and unties his shiny shoes, not taking his eyes off mine the whole time. Taking them off, he yanks off his socks, then stands. His eyes smolder as he drinks me in, then stepping towards me, he kneels in front of me again, and takes my wedges off, one at a time.
Then he quickly strips me of my work trousers and stands, we take a second to gaze at one another in appreciation. Stepping forward, I lean my forehead against his chest, inhaling his scent, then I snap open the belt on his trousers. Opening the top button and pulling down the zip, I plunge my hand inside his boxers.
His erection feels hot and heavy in my hand as I gently tease him, Tristan’s head falls back slightly, his mouth gapes open as his eyes close in response. It makes me want him instantly.
I yank his trousers down with his boxers, so they slide freely down his legs. Tristan steps back so he’s free of his clothing, then taking him by surprise, I fall to my knees and take him in my mouth.
“Coral!” he gasps. Oh I want this, I’ve missed this.
“No baby,” he protests. “I want to be in you, come on,” he hisses between his teeth as I take him deeper, sucking harder. “Coral!” He admonishes.
I take one last suck and stop, but keep him in my hand, teasing him still. I gaze up at him trying to look innocent and bat my lashes at him, then smile.
He shakes his head in frustration, or joy, I’m not sure which, leans down and pulls me to my feet. Then, reaching down he takes the condom out of his trouser pocket and taking me by the hand he silently walks me over to the large u shaped sofa.
“Take a seat,” he says. “On the edge,” he adds.
I smile up at him and slowly sit, with my knees pressed together, so that my backside is the only thing on the sofa. Then kneeling in front of me, he places his hands on my knees, leans forward and softly kisses me, he’s so seductive – I never had a prayer of avoiding this man, I realise that now!
His hands slide to the back of my knees and he yanks my legs apart, it makes me gasp aloud, he’s turning me on, big time. He starts a trail of soft, wet kisses along my inner right thigh, stopping when he reaches my sex…no, don’t stop!
Then he does the same with the other leg, teasing and taunting me until he’s right there again. He smiles up at me with his most sexy smile – I would walk over hot coals for that smile.
“I don’t think we’ll be needing these,” he croaks in that sexy voice. “Lie back baby,” he adds and I do so. He slowly peels my knickers off me. “Oh I do approve Miss Stevens,” he teases. “Very sexy choice.”
My heart leaps with joy…he likes them…oh I hope he likes everything else I bought. Then his mouth is on me, in me. I cry out in response, and hiss at the contact, it seems like it’s been so long…
“Tristan,” I moan breathlessly as he sucks and flicks his tongue across, and up and down my clitoris, and I’m building…so quickly…oh crap!
Then I feel him slip a finger inside me, pulling in and out…oh god…then another finger, as his tongue continues to do it’s dirty work, and I can't hold on any longer.
“Tristan!” I mewl. My eyes close, my head cranes back and my body bows as I erupt, like a volcano, hard and fast, squeezing relentlessly against his fingers that are still inside me as the most mind-blowing orgasm rips through me. I cry out a garbled version of his name as I try to reign in my shattered thoughts, I feel like I’ve left my body again.
“Oh baby,” I hear him rip the foil off the condom packet. Then I feel his erection there, against my sex. “Open your eyes baby,” he softly demands.
In my hazy state, I manage to blink both eyes open.
He’s leaning over me, his weight resting on his forearms. “Do you have any idea what you mean to me?” he questions. His eyes darkening, burning into mine with an intensity I haven’t seen before; it makes me catch my breath.
“No,” I whisper.
He leans his forehead against mine, his eyes boring into me. “You are everything to me…everything,” he breathes.
“Tristan,” I whisper and softly stroke his face. Then suddenly he moves again, leans down and plants a soft gentle kiss on my clitoris.
“Ah,” I cry out. I’m too sensitive there now.
Then he slowly traces soft kisses up my belly, along my torso, his hands are squeezing my breasts and teasing my nipples. Then he trails kisses up my neck, nibbles my earlobe, then sends soft kisses across my cheek until he reaches my lips, they part automatically for his tongue to reach mine, but Tristan hovers above me, staring down at me with that same intensity, like he can see right down to my dark, twisted soul.
I feel his hands leave my breasts, his eyes do not leave mine the whole time. Taking my face in his hands, he moves forward, and I feel his hot, heavy length enter me, inch by inch, slowly fill me up. His tongue softly licks my bottom lip as I gaze up at him in awestruck wonder.
Taking both my hands in one of his, he pushes them up above my head…whoa that feels sexy…then he starts to move, slow at first, in and out, quickening everything inside me, his other hand is skimming up and down my body, sending tingles in every direction.
Then he really starts to move, faster and faster, and I feel it build so quickly, that there’s nothing I can do to stop it, to slow it down. I feel like my insides are exploding as I come hard.
“Tristan!” I screech as the most amazing orgasm ripples through me.
“Oh baby,” he pants. “You fit me like a glove.” He thrusts into me, twice, three times, then stills as his orgasm ripples through him.
He sinks down on top of me, his head buried in my neck. I wrap my one arm around his shoulders, while my other hand runs through his soft hair, and I drift, basking in the glorious feeling spreading through me…
AS I LAY ACROSS TRISTAN’S TOROSE, catching my breath from round two on the sofa, I can't help wondering to myself if it’s really possible to love somebody this much?
Sighing blissfully, I stare at my fingers tracing soft circles across his chest.
“Coral?” he croaks.
“Hmm,” I murmur.
“You wanna tell me what happened at yours?” Tristan asks huskily. Shit!
I close my eyes. What the hell am I meant to say? I open them up, lean my chin on his chest and look up at his face. He’s staring up at the ceiling, his eyes are dark and wide with worry.
“It was nothing Tristan,” I lie.
“I wish you wouldn’t do that,” he gripes.
“Do what?” I ask innocently.
“Lie to me. I know you’re trying to keep me from worrying about you, but you’re fighting a losing battle there.” Tristan moves us so we are facing one another. I avoid eye contact and stare at his chest. “Look, I get that you have this self-protecting thing down to a t, but you can’t be that strong and courageous all the time, surely?” he softly scolds.
I laugh nervously at him. Tristan takes my chin and lifts it, so I have to make eye contact with him. His look says it all – he wants to know.
“Fine!” I huff and start blurting it all out. “It was Monday night. I’d fallen asleep on the sofa when a strange noise woke me up. I looked up at the patio door, I thought for a split second it might be Bob in trouble, you know…then…well, I could see a shadow coming in from the window of the front door, when I turned round someone was stood there’ – “Male or female?” he interrupts.
“I...I’m not sure,” I answer, hoping he can't see through me and my own suspicions.
“Go on,” he urges.
I take a deep breath. “I didn’t think much of it...then they tried the door handle’ – Tristan’s sharp intake of breath is not a good sign – ‘obviously it was locked, a second later they disappeared.” I break off shivering slightly and sit up.
Tristan pulls the throw off the side and wraps it around me. “I'm not cold,” I tell him.
He cocks his head to the side and gives me a ‘don't argue look’ I take another breath and look out through the window.
“Has anything like that ever happened before?” he asks.
“No.” I run my hands through my hair. Tristan nods once, then drifts off, trying to figure it out – Maybe he has some suspicions of his own?
“What did you do?” he asks me. “Please tell me you didn’t open the door and follow them?” he says in horror. I glare down at him, although, I do remember thinking about seeing who it was? I quickly quash that line of thinking.
“Do you think I have a death wish?” I gush. “Jesus Tristan, give me a little more credit that that!” I scold.
“So what did you do?” he asks.
“I called the police and they said there wasn’t anything they could do. I hadn’t been attacked and they hadn’t broken in. The woman on the line made a point of saying it could have been someone who was drunk, you know got the wrong door.” Tristan frowns as I tell him this, but I keep going. “And she was right Tristan, I wasn’t going to freak myself out about it,” I say pulling the throw tighter around me as a shiver runs down my spine.
“Of course not,” he spits sarcastically. “That’s why you bought some alarms, a baseball bat and some kind of freaky weapons!” Shit, he saw the baseball bat in my bedroom!
“Tristan’ – “Don't,” he warns. “Do not sit there and try to convince me that it didn’t scare you!” I go to argue then change my mind. He sighs heavily then looks up at me. “Coral,” he softly says, moving closer to me as he does. “You know you don't have to be strong all the time. You should have told me’ –“And what would you have done?” I snap, interrupting him. Tristan goes to answer but I butt in. “You’d have come straight down to me, I know you would have, which meant you would have had to cancel all your meetings, and end up going back next week.” I add, thinking about what I’ve just said. “You’re not going back next week are you?” I question.
“No, but’ – “I'm right aren’t I?” I interrupt.
Tristan shakes his head in exasperation, runs his hand through his hair and falls back onto the sofa. As he stares up at the ceiling, I silently wait for him to say something, but it doesn’t come. Climbing on top of him, so we’re face to face, I pull on his chin so he has to look at me.
“You would have come back,” I repeat, knowing I'm right.
He closes his eyes and sighs heavily. “Yes,” he breathes. “I most certainly would have.”
“Then I'm glad I didn’t tell you,” I say and lean my head against his chest.
“That’s not the point Coral,” he argues.
“I know it’s not. But how could I have assured you that I was ok, without you being the hero and coming down to rescue me, when I didn’t need rescuing?” I say.
“I’d have asked you to stay here, at least it’s safer,” he tells me sternly. “I don't like the fact that you kept it from me,” he snaps.
I roll my eyes in exasperation. “But I’ve proved my point,” I snap back.
“Not necessarily,” he bites. Grrrrrr!
Sitting back up, I stare down at him in all his naked glory. “You know, we could argue about this till the cows come home!” As he looks up at me, I can’t help the grin that starts to form. I don't know why I'm starting to find it all very funny.
“This is not funny Coral!” he barks.
“No!” I laugh sarcastically, shaking my head as I do.
“Coral!” Tristan snaps as I try to hide my tittering. I glance across at him and see his lips are twitching too.
“Oh come on! If we can’t see the funny side’ –“Don't make me laugh,” he smiles. “I'm still mad at you!” But I know I have him, so I let the laughter burst out of me. He leaps up grabs hold of me and pulls me onto his lap.
“You are one frustrating woman you know that!” he growls, trying not to laugh.
“Yes!” I say, giggling uncontrollably.
Tristan shakes his head at me and starts to laugh. I feel it vibrating through me, warming my very soul, I love his laugh…and his smile…well, all his different smiles. Wrapping my arms around his neck, he rocks
me gently as we both chuckle away and I hope that Tristan doesn’t really feel mad at me, I couldn’t stand that.
“Hey.” He pulls back to look at me sternly, all traces of humor gone. “Next time’ – “Next time?” I squeak interrupting him. “I really hope there isn’t a next time,” I shudder.
“Point is,” he scolds, his eyebrow raised sardonically at me.
“I know, I’ll tell you,” I answer. Thank heavens for that, we’ve reached a compromise!
“Good girl.” He says kissing my forehead. I freeze in his arms – Oh no! He’s said it, one of my worst triggers - This is what I was afraid off!
All the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and my stomach rolls.
“What?” he says, his stature freezing with me.
I bring my hand to my mouth trying to stop the sickly feeling, but I know it’s too late, I can feel the swishing of saliva that comes right before you throw up.
“Coral? What’s wrong?” He says, looking extremely worried.
I scramble out of his arms, run full pelt to the kitchen sink, and I'm violently sick. Tristan is next to me in no time at all, holding my hair back for me and turning on the tap. When my stomach is empty and I'm dry-retching. I cough and spit trying to get some air into my lungs so I can speak to him, he needs to know – He can't ever say those words to me!
“Would you like some water?” he asks his voice low and somber.
I nod vigorously as I rinse my mouth out. In my peripheral vision, I see him trying to hand me a towel. “Here baby.” I take it off him and dry my mouth.
Standing up tall, I take the glass of water from him and glug it all back – Yuck, my stomach feels like it’s full of battery acid.
“Baby, you didn’t have to tell me if it was going to upset you this much,” Tristan softly says.
“Stop,” I whisper, my hand in the air and take a deep steadying breath. “Tristan, you can't ever say that to me,” I say hoarsely, my throat feeling burned.
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