set her down and continued to kiss her ruthlessly. He was conquering every part of her body and soul with every wicked slant of his mouth, and she loved it. She tugged at his shirt, trying to lift it, needing to get closer.
“Darling, I want you…but we need an actual bed,” he moaned against her mouth.
His exploring hands and near-frantic kisses heightened the throb of desire between her legs. She was a live wire, and one touch in the right spot and would set her off. Her hands scrambled over his clothes, trying to find a way to get to his skin, remembering all too well how he looked in nothing but boxers.
“No bed,” she clawed at him. “Here, now—”
Chapter 15
M aybe I need to take the edge off you.”
His husky words were Kat’s only warning before he jerked her legs apart. He held onto the back of her neck with one hand, while his other slid up her inner thigh, pushing her dress up to her hips. Then he cupped her mound, the heat of his palm against her throbbing clit making her jerk and gasp.
“You like that?” Tristan rubbed her clit through her panties, swirling a fingertip over the nub. It was almost too sensitive.
Kat’s hands slipped beneath his shirt. She raked her nails down his back at the same moment he dipped a finger past her panties and stroked her opening.
God, his voice, he could say anything with that accent—like a dirty-talking Knight of the Round Table or something—and she’d explode. A desperate moan escaped her. How had she gone straight to Arthurian erotic fantasies with him?
“I need the words, darling. Be that naughty little kitty Kat for me.”
Another wonderful, wicked stroke of his thumb, a feather of his lips on her jaw, and a slight squeeze on her neck, all reminded her how helpless she was to resist anything he wanted to do to her. He was a true British bad boy, and it was turning on everything inside her.
“Tristan, please ,” she panted, her hips canting in the direction of his finger.
“Please what? Say it for me, Kat,” he ordered. His hand at the nape of her neck fisted in her hair, jerking slightly on the strands, giving her a hint of pain, which only made her skin flush with an unbearable heat.
She was too shy to demand he fuck her with his fingers, too embarrassed to be so bold. But she wanted to be able to tell him exactly what he should do to her to make her come, not that he needed any hints. It was like the man could read her mind. In silent begging, she shifted her body closer and finally pleaded with him, “Touch me, harder .”
With a gentle nip at her lips, he did exactly what she wanted and thrust one finger into her. The world seemed to blossom with new colors, and everything started to spin.
“Oh, God!” she hissed and writhed against his hand, so close to coming.
He nuzzled her neck, leaving hot, teasing kisses as he caged her body against his with one arm while his other hand began to slowly fuck her. Each slow, deliberate penetration of that one finger was devastating and perfect, like the night in her dorm room only a thousand times stronger.
“There’s so much I want to do to you, little kitty Kat,” he purred in that soft, velvety accent.
It was all she needed. A sudden explosion of pleasure overtook her, and she spasmed around his finger. Her teeth sank into his shirt-clad shoulder as she rode the intense orgasm.
“Bloody hell,” he muttered, panting against her ear. “You’re destroying my self-control.” He chuckled, before he nibbled her neck. “You’re going to unman me, at this rate.”
She laughed. Unman the sexiest guy she’d ever met? Unlikely.
He kissed her again, taking his time with leisurely licks and nips. His finger was still inside her, drawing out the trembling aftershocks of pleasure. Her muscles clamped down on him again and again, trying to keep him there.
A wave of shyness hit her, and she buried her face against his chest, her hands still stroking the hot muscles beneath his black shirt. Reality crept back bit by bit as the high of her orgasm faded, and she realized she was sitting on the edge of an antique desk in a fire-lit library with Tristan standing between her thighs. It was wanton, sexy, and Kat couldn’t help but feel strange because she’d never dreamed she’d be this kind