her. “Just need to use the facilities.”
“Good.” His hot blue gaze slid past her to the door. His face was stark, his expression deadly serious, as he watched the emotions play across her face.
It gave her pause. It unnerved her. She knew what he was doing—searching for a threat in her and in his surroundings, which sent a small shiver through her. The thought that she could hurt him wasn’t something that sat well with her. Because, eventually, she had to go.
He looked at her for a second, an unreadable expression on his face before his gaze slid away again.
“Amber, I…” He started to say something but then didn’t, and suddenly she felt a little tongue-tied herself.
Oh, yeah, she thought, they were getting off to a great start. The silence drew out between them, then it extended until she couldn’t quite bear it.
She pulled out of his grasp and ducked into his bathroom, shutting the door and doing what needed to be done.
After taking care of business, she came back out. He was still on his stomach, lying on the pillows and looking sexy—better than any man had a right to look. Propped up on those pillows, his arms over his head, the tantalizing curve of his biceps, his torso bare and heavily muscled, he made her completely weak in the knees.
Only half of his face was visible as he lay against the linens, his dark hair such a contrast to the white pillowcase, the heavy stubble on his face and his one eye was enough to melt her bones. God, the way the man looked at her.
His arm flexed and he reached out his hand. There was no way to resist, no way to tell him that this was going to hurt them both when it was over, no way to avoid the damage that was coming.
She knew he could see it, too.
She stepped closer and slipped her hand into his. The warmth of him shivered over her.
“Are you cold?” His whole demeanor heightened.
She closed her eyes and swallowed. “No.”
He drew her against the bed, and she folded down. Bringing her hand to his mouth, he pressed a kiss to her palm, his velvet lips brushing up over the heel of her hand to her wrist, everything just going liquid.
He rose up and pressed his face into the center of her body, his arm sliding around her back. She ran the palm of her hand over his silky hair.
“Tristan,” she whispered as he kissed her stomach, licking her skin, drawing her nipples into hard, aching knots.
He bit her rib cage, drew his teeth up to the underside of her breast and she gasped, her fingers tightening in his thick hair. As he turned his body to better feast on her, she saw that he was completely hard, completely erect. He was a well-endowed man and she covered his smooth, hard erection from the base of his balls all the way to the tip.
With a growl, he thrust into her hand and clamped his mouth over her breast, sucking hard. She cried out and he dragged her down with a powerful thickening of his biceps until she was beneath him.
Then his mouth was all over her.
Tristan couldn’t think. The taste of Amber was in his bloodstream, a powerful pressure in his chest, his dick, his heart.
And, damn, it wasn’t supposed to be this way.
She should have been like any other woman he’d bedded. The act was what was good, not the woman he held in his arms. But it was the opposite here and maybe that’s why he’d resisted so hard—because he’d known she would blow his mind, blow him out of the water.
She was soft and wet as his fingers slipped over her core and when she arched, her nipple popped out of his mouth.
“Geezus, Amber.” He rocked against her, then lifted her hips and pressed against the heat of her, his dick throbbing. “Wrap your legs around me, babe,” he said, watching the way her face absorbed all the sensations he was stirring in her.
Then he was pushing inside her—and everything slowed down, way down.
It was incredible, the sensations intensely sweet, the rush of the emotion overwhelming.
He swore softly. She felt amazingly good. He nuzzled her neck, thrusting into her, and felt himself die a little from the pleasure—and the pain.
There was no way on earth for him to stop.
How was he supposed to let her go?
His hand fisted in her hair and he pulled her head back,