She arched against his hand, desperately wanting more.
“So goddamn beautiful,” he muttered in that low voice that seemed to sing straight to the center of her.
“You are,” she replied, falling back against the couch as she reached up to stroke his chest.
Tristan watched her, then flushed, pushing himself off the couch to pace for a minute. He looked down at her, frowned, and furrowed his brows.
Then, to her shock, he picked up the entire couch.
She gasped as it rocked as he held it by the back and the bottom, walking with it toward the hallway that led to the bedrooms.
He kicked open a pair of double doors and set the couch down inside a huge master suite that was unlike anything she’d ever imagined.
Beautiful art hung on every wall tastefully. The outer wall was all windows, floor to ceiling, looking out on the bay beyond the industrial complex where waves and little boats shimmered in the moonlight.
She shivered slightly as she looked around, noting a canopy bed with full drapes that were drawn up and held by old-fashioned velvet ropes with oversized tassels.
The covers and drapes were midnight velvet with silver sparkles.
The carpet was gray like the living room but much plusher and embroidered with little swirls.
The whole room embodied luxury.
She stared at the man who had just moved an entire couch with her on top of it.
“I know,” he said. “I’m not quite normal. I want you to at least know that much.”
She sighed, looking up his magnificent body as her muscles slowly relaxed from her orgasm. “I guess I did know, with the way you dispatched those guys in the alley. It’s okay, though.”
She got up from the couch and walked over to him, pressing her body into his. She noticed the windows again and tried to hide, but he shook his head.
“One-way glass,” he said softly. “So I can see the world, but they can’t see me.”
She cupped his cheek, stroking softly. “I wish they could see you. Not now, I mean.” She blushed. “But I mean how amazing you are. I wish you didn’t feel like you had to hide. It’s so lonely.”
“Not now,” he said, putting his hand over hers. Then he leaned down to kiss her again, and she was lost, instantly aware of how wet and aching she was.
If she didn’t get to feel more of him…
He kept one hand around her waist, kissing her as he backed them both up to the bed together. When they reached the bed, he sat down on it, and he was so tall that even sitting, she could stand between his legs and almost be his height.
He trapped her possessively with a hand on each side of her hips as he looked her over. If she wasn’t crazy, his eyes were so blue that in the dark, they really did seem to glow. But they were shaded with long, curled lashes.
She moved down his perfect nose to appraise his full, curved lips.
His dimpled chin. His hard jaw.
Then she looked back up into his eyes, and beyond the glowing blue, she saw so much waiting there.
Some people felt like they looked at you or through you. It felt like he looked into her.
She kissed him, wanting to feel them meld again. His lips opened, and he let her tongue swipe inside, meeting it with his own and twisting together in a way that made her knees weak.
When they buckled, he caught her, rolling her onto the bed with him until she was on the bottom.
She bit her lip as she appraised him, tugging on his shirt. “This should be off by now.”
“My apologies,” he said gently, but there was fierceness in his eyes as he slowly undid the buttons and shrugged off the shirt. He pulled off the white tee shirt he’d been wearing underneath as well, tugging it over his head.
She finally got to take him in shirtless, and it was everything she’d wanted and more. Hard, square pecs that rose proudly. Rippling abs that made her mouth literally water as she ran her hands down them.
A V shape that dipped on either side of his pelvis, which she explored slowly as well as he merely watched patiently.
She loved that he could wait for her. Let her enjoy this. Let her explore him. Let the passion build up between them instead of rushing for the end.
He let out a little growl when she reached for his belt buckle, and he rolled off her to get off the bed.
“I’m sorry,” she said, sitting up quickly in case she’d offended them.
“No,” he said, undoing the belt and dropping it before working on the button and zipper on his pants. “I just didn’t want you to cut yourself.”
He stepped out of his pants, only hesitating a moment before coming back over to her. Her eyes fell to his package and widened.
She could see him pressing eagerly against his black boxer briefs. Oh God, would that really fit inside?
He flushed as he straddled her, grabbing her hands and pinning them by her head as he pushed her down into the bed. He kissed her, and it felt so right every time that it was like their lips were made for each other.
She thrust up against him, and her wet panties made her feel extra sensitive as her pussy made contact with his hard length.
He groaned and thrust back against her, using his long, thick cock to stimulate her clit through her folds, even with both of them still barely clothed.
She mewled and thrust back, wetter than she’d ever been, just picturing what it would feel like inside her.
He was patient but intense, stroking in a way that was filling her up with pleasure, with tension, making her body feel so hot she could barely stand it.
With one long, slow stroke that pressed up against her clit, she came again, cursing herself for being so easy.
She wanted this to last forever.
As she went over the edge and floated on waves of ecstasy too strong to think straight, her hand moved to grasp him through his underwear.
Then she growled because it wasn’t enough. She reached her hand into his underwear, needing to feel his silky hardness. Her hand brushed over his tip, wet with pre-cum, and her pussy clenched with want.
“I need you,” she rasped against his ear, keeping him close as her body jerked with the last waves of orgasm. “Here.” She touched her slit with her free hand as she stroked down to his base and then back up.
“We shouldn’t,” he said, voice hoarse. “Not yet.”
She mewled helplessly, writhing against her hand as she stroked his cock. At least she could imagine it if he wouldn’t give it to her. Even if it would feel so good, so thick, so—
“Fine,” he said, sounding a mix of irritated and pleased. “If you want me that much—”
“I do,” she whispered against his ear, flicking out her tongue to lick at the inner shell. Pleasure had made her bold, and she could barely breathe at the thought of having all of him. “I want you more than you could imagine.”
He let out a curse under his breath and reached down. With a little ripping sound, he pulled something out from between them and tossed it away.
She looked down to see it was his underwear. She reached down to pull off her own, but he yanked it down her legs, leaving her bared before him.
She felt suddenly shy as he watched her, knowing her slit glistened with moisture from what he’d done. She rubbed her legs together and arched back, letting her breasts bounce slightly in the air in front of him.
She loved the look of hunger in his eyes. And the satisfaction on his face whenever he touched her.
“Please,” she said, spreading her legs slowly in front of him.
“Fuck,” he said, coming over her again, moving one leg between hers and pushing his hard thigh up against her sex.
It was hot and firm, and she ground against it, moaning at the pleasurable sensations that coursed through her.
He pulled back, and his hand moved down to her folds, exploring and teasing before he slowly slid one finger, then another, inside. “So tight. So wet.”
She let out a mew, squirming against him.
/> His hand found his cock, stroking it. “Are you sure?”
She nodded fiercely, reaching up to put her hands around his neck and pull him close. He moved so he was between her legs completely. “Tristan, I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. I really like you. And I’m not going to hold it against you that you don’t want more. Just give me tonight, and—”
His gaze darkened, and he pulled away from her, shaking his head. When he met her eyes again, his glowed with unspoken emotion. “That would never be enough, sweetheart.”
She blinked, unsure what to say to that, but he simply came back down over her, kissing her deeply before nipping at her lips and then trailing down to her jaw and neck.
Meanwhile, she felt his tip at her entrance.
“Wait,” she gasped out. “Protection.”
“Shit, I forgot,” he said. “I—”
“It’s okay. I’m on the pill,” she said. She could risk it.
He nodded. “I’m clean.”
She was too horny to care. She’d wanted him from the moment she’d seen him in the alley. She’d wanted him every moment they’d been together since then.
She just hadn’t known he wanted her back just as much.
He kissed her neck, sucking gently, then harder as she gasped and arched, pushing her sex against his thick tip, trying to take him inside her.
He breathed out as he slowly began to push inward, inch by agonizingly slow inch. She’d never known there would be such a full sensation, the feeling of being stretched, even as pleasure was blooming inside her, stronger than ever before.
Even nicer was feeling connected to him, looking up into his blue eyes, which were watching her like she was the reason he breathed.
Like the last thing he wanted was to hurt her.
When he was finally seated inside her, she bit her lip, writhing and trying to find a way to not feel quite so full.
“Relax,” he said, brushing her hair back gently, then stroking his thumb over her lower lip. “We can wait until you’re comfortable.”
And then all at once, she adjusted, and all she could feel was the pleasure of his girth pushing against her most sensitive inner parts.
She let out a pent-up breath and relaxed herself around him. It was still so tight.
Then he began to stroke. When he pulled out, she gasped, holding on to his neck for dear life at the friction between them. Then he slid back in, warm and hard and perfectly shaped, and she moaned, lost in pleasure.
She felt as if she was leaving her body. The feelings were so strong as he continued to gently pull out and then enter her.
His strong arms flexed as he moved, and all the while, those blue eyes watched her.
She closed her eyes and arched back, trying to just focus on the feeling, but she had to see him. That handsome face. That crooked, shy smile she was desperate to see when he was happy.
When she opened her eyes and looked up at him, that smile appeared.
“You feel amazing,” he said, thrusting in again, slowly picking up the pace.
Oh God, she wasn’t going to last long. She’d already come twice, and he filled her so completely she couldn’t escape the sensation.
“You make me feel… complete,” she said, looking up at him as he came back in again. She loved the way she stretched to take him, how wet she got the more he stroked, the way his big body began to tremble as the tension began to build inside him also.
Distant, quiet Tristan was flushed and clearly close to the edge.
She moved one hand over to stroke his shoulder, feeling the hard, defined muscle there. Then she gently moved down to his bicep, his arm, until she found his hand propped next to her face. She held on to it.
She was so close she was shaking, her whole body perched on the edge. Even her clit was stimulated by his position, the way he liked to stroke.
“Tristan, I—”
“Come for me,” he ordered, and she did, falling over in waves of such exquisite pleasure that she forgot how to think or breathe.
Oh God, how could anything feel so strong? It felt endless, her sex clenching around him, making the feeling rise higher and higher still.
He jerked inside her, his whole body going rigid as his head fell forward, his eyes closed in pleasure. “Kelsie,” he gasped out, opening his eyes to look at her.
She could barely see through the haze of her pleasure. “Tristan.”
“You’re mine,” he said through clenched teeth, his body still jerking from pleasure. “Mine forever.”
She knew he probably didn’t mean it, that he was just caught up in the most amazing feelings ever, as she was, but she liked hearing it all the same. “Yes,” she gasped out. “Forever.”
Then it was finally over, and she fell back, limp and exhausted and sated. God, she didn’t want to let his cock out, ever. It felt so good inside her.
But he did pull out, gently and carefully, and when he did, he flopped down next to her and curled around her, turning them both so they could spoon facing the window.
He pulled the covers over them and grabbed a remote from the bedside table, clicking some button that turned the lights out.
Then it was just them, totally naked and still sweaty and hot from orgasm, watching the boats on the bay while the afterglow hovered over them.
Kelsie didn’t know what would happen tomorrow when they had to face what they’d done in broad daylight.
She just knew, no matter what, that she’d never forget Tristan or the amazing night they spent together.
Chapter 11
Tristan woke before Kelsie and tucked her in gently before going off to make breakfast.
Cooking always helped him settle his thoughts.
Xander must have gotten in late, because Tristan didn’t see any sign of him being up yet.
Tristan wished he could blame his recklessness last night on being drunk, but he didn’t have even a hint of a hangover. No, it had been his dragon taking over, finally breaking free to be with Kelsie.
And he had no idea what to do about it now.
He finished making French toast, grabbed the syrup, and put everything on a tray, along with a glass of orange juice. Then he carried the tray back to Kelsie.
He turned on the light as he entered, though daylight was already pouring through the windows.
At night, the bay had been magical. During the day, gray industrial buildings and sludge on the docks and harbor ruined the view a bit.
Tristan set the tray on his dresser and moved to close the drapes, but then he heard rustling from the bed.
“No, wait, I’m up,” Kelsie said, stretching. She’d slept in one of his shirts last night, and it looked adorable on her, falling over one tawny shoulder.
Her curls were mussed and fuzzy and her eyes slightly glazed, but she was still the most beautiful sight he’d ever seen.
No art could compare to her.
She was truly dragon treasure.
He brought the tray over and set it in front of her.
“Wow, that looks amazing,” she said, picking up her fork. “No one’s ever made breakfast for me before.”
“No?” He screwed up his brows. “How is that possible?”
She flushed. “I didn’t want to say this the other night because I didn’t want to be awkward, but… I haven’t really done this before.”
His stomach tightened. “Done what?”
She ducked her head as she took a bite of French toast, chewing furiously before washing it down with her orange juice. “Dang, that’s amazing. Where’s yours?”
“I ate while cooking,” he said. “Done what?”
She laughed nervously. “I was sort of… a virgin.”
Tristan felt his throat go tight. It shouldn’t mean anything to him. He couldn’t even mate her most likely. But a part of him was thrilled that they had only ever been with each other.
“Me too,” he said in a low voice, perching on the edge of the bed.
“What? No way,�
�� she said, taking another bite of toast. “You’re gorgeous.”
“So are you.”
She chewed a bit slower, looking out the window to the dock. Then her eyes darted back to him shyly. “You don’t regret it, do you?”
“No,” he said firmly. The images from last night, the memory of the feelings, the sensation of holding her, all of it would be locked in his mind like the most precious of treasures. “It was amazing.”
She smiled. “Good. So what are we doing today?”
Wasn’t she going to ask him his intentions? Wasn’t she going to question where they were going from there? Didn’t sex really mean something to her?
He listened for her thoughts, but they were quiet. Then he was suddenly ashamed of himself since he usually tried to avoid human thoughts. They didn’t know he could read them.
He closed up his mind again. “Are you okay with it?”
She grinned, cheeks glowing and full of food. “Oh yeah. Super bonus.”
“Bonus?”
“Yeah. Staying here with an awesome guy, seeing beautiful art. Getting to photograph an exclusive collection… and then getting to have fun with a hottie like you? It’s a dream.”
He hadn’t thought of it like that. He’d just felt lucky that she’d come into his life.
“I already showered,” he said. “Your bag is in my bathroom, in case you’d rather use my shower.”
“Is it better?” Her tone was playful.
“I don’t know,” he said. “Bigger maybe.”
Her brown eyes narrowed. “We should give it try together sometime.”
He nearly choked at the thought of it. “I… I’ll see you in the gallery. We can start taking photos today.”
She nodded. “That sounds good too.”
Then Tristan went out, closing the door behind him.
As much as he wanted to stay next to her, to flirt with her, he kept finding himself overwhelmed and losing touch with reality.
He needed to stay focused on what they were meant to do together. Get her to Astray’s work and then get her out of this dangerous part of town once and for all.
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