hands
“Should’ve warned you, darling,” he murmured. “I can’t resist a challenge.” Then Tristan kissed her again, holding her helpless beneath him, but Kat wasn’t afraid.
Anxious, excited, aroused, but not afraid.
“Tell me to stop,” he ordered in between kisses. “Tell me to stop, and I will. I promised tonight would be just talking…not this.”
But she didn’t want him to stop.
“No, I want this…I want you.” Letting him take control made her feel so hot, a sheen of sweat coated her body. Being flush under Tristan as he overwhelmed her senses was beyond hot.
He seduced her with his mouth, through an erotic play of lips and tongue, torturing her with a promise of what was to come.
Her thighs quivered, and wet heat pooled between them. Panting, aching, she was wriggling against him in silent encouragement. Tristan’s hand slid down her side, teasing her sensitive waist before he flattened his palm on her stomach and slipped it under the loose band of her pajama bottoms and into her underwear. When he cupped her mound possessively, his fingers probing at her folds, she hissed against his lips.
Kat arched her back, pushing his fingers deeper into her.
She hadn’t known it could feel…powerful .
Being with Tristan was wild, out of control, searing hot. He seemed to know what to do, just what to say to make her lose her mind.
She didn’t want him to stop. Ever.
Chapter 10
F uck!” Tristan struggled to remain in control. He had Kat pinned beneath him, her wrists trapped under his hand as his other hand penetrated that sweet, tight little sheath, and he was about to lose his mind. All he wanted to do was be on top of her, skin-to-skin, as close as he could get. Having her under his control, letting him have the power to show her how good he could make her feel…it made him feel too damn good. If only he could be inside her, really fucking her, not just with his hand…he would be in nirvana. As it was, he was barely clinging to the shreds of his sanity.
One finger…that was all he could get inside her. Liquid heat burned his skin as his finger fucked her, slow and steady. He’d have to work on stretching her before he got inside her. She was too small, too unused to the type of wild and often rough sex he craved, but he could give her a release tonight, show her a taste of what he wanted, what she wanted, too.
“Oh, God, that feels—” Kat whimpered in pleasure as he curled his index finger inside her, finding that hidden spot that every woman had.
It was a tiny little place, feeling almost rough to his touch. Using the pad of his index finger, he curled it repeatedly over that spot. Kat’s legs spasmed around his hips, and she nearly crushed his arm between their bodies as she thrashed when the orgasm hit her hard. She moaned, the heavy, throaty purr tensing every muscle in his body.
Fuck . He needed to come. Needed to get inside her before his arousal killed him.
When she threw her head back, her long, dark brown hair felt like silk on his hand.
It was the last thing he needed. He came right then and there in his trousers, like a bloody schoolboy. The embarrassment over his lack of control would hit him later, but right then he didn’t care. Pleasure exploded through him, like volts of electricity, shocking everything inside him until he broke apart.
The intense pleasure faded, and an unfamiliar urge rapidly took its place. He stared at Kat, their noses brushing, his body jerking and trembling as he slowly drifted down from that glorious high. All he wanted was to stay right there in her bed, looking at her, holding her, feeling her close.
Never in his life had that ever been in his mind right after sex. Ever .
He cleared his throat. “Would you mind if I got up for a minute? I need to take care of a little matter.” For the first time since he was a lad, his cheeks burned as he rolled off her and waited for her to nod. He rubbed his wrist as he stood up, a red stripe circling it from where the belt had dug in when he’d tugged on it.
“Do you have a large pair of boxers? Or shorts?”
“Yes.” Kat stood and headed for the top drawer of her dresser, pulling out a pair of boxers.
They’d be snug, but they’d work for one