I pick up his foot and kiss it and then put it back down between my breasts. “No, Tristan, I didn’t.”
He stares at me for a moment, as if processing a thought. He massages my breast with his foot. “Are you lying?”
“Why would I?”
“I don’t know.” He thinks on it for a moment. “You’re a very different species of woman to what I’m used to, Claire.”
“How so?”
“It didn’t bother you one bit that I went out with three women tonight?”
I smile. If we were different, I would no doubt be raging mad, but knowing that Tristan is just for fun and that it could never be like that between us, I’m surprisingly good. “No. Why?” I lift his foot and kiss it again. “Should it?”
“I don’t know.” He frowns as he contemplates his response.
“Do you want me to act jealous?” I ask.
He gives me a lopsided smile. “Perhaps a little. Couldn’t hurt, could it?”
“Tristan,” I whisper as I fall into role-play.
“Yes.”
“I thought we had something special. How could you do this to me?”
He bites his lip to hide his smile. “That’s more like it.”
“After all we’ve been through, I thought I was the one,” I whisper.
He smiles broadly. He likes this game.
I slide across and lie on top of him. His big arms come around me, and my lips take his.
“I kind of like you being jealous,” he whispers.
I smile against his lips as I circle my sex over his hardened erection. “Did you go to the pharmacy today?”
He chuckles. “I bought in bulk.”
The glimmer of perspiration dusts his skin, and he looks up at me with dark eyes.
Tristan.
Tristan fucking Miles.
Sex-god extraordinaire.
I don’t know if this is the same man I slept with last night. The man with me tonight is an absolute rock star between the sheets. I’m in awe.
We’ve been fucking for hours. Like animals, we can’t get enough. We finish and talk for a little while, and then he kisses me, and the entire process begins again.
It’s like the ultimate marathon.
We’re both wet with perspiration, and I’ve never had sex like this before. “Come on,” he whispers. He wants it harder and tighter. I close my eyes and clench. He has my two hip bones in his hands, and he’s guiding me over his cock and positioning me where he wants me.
His pumps get harder . . . deeper.
“Yes,” he moans. “Fuck yes.” His grip becomes tighter.
I close my eyes as I begin to moan. Fuck . . . how many times can the female body come in one night? This is insane.
“Anderson,” he growls as I lose focus. “Fuck me.”
“Ohh,” I murmur as I stare down at the gorgeous man beneath me. His hair is hanging messily over his forehead, his eyes are dark, and his face is alive with satisfaction. This is his element.
Sex is his thing.
There’s a reason the name Tristan fucking Miles came to me. It was a premonition.
The fucking wasn’t silent; it was a verb.
He flips us so that I am on my back. He lifts my legs and puts them over his shoulders and then comes face to face with me.
And we stop still as we stare at each other.
His body is deep inside of mine; the burn of his rough possession holds me captive.
He smiles softly, and my stomach flutters.
Don’t look at me like that.
“Kiss me,” he breathes. “I need you to kiss me.”
I close my eyes to block him out, because damn. This isn’t what this is about.
I need some distance between us—this is too much. Too intense, too personal.
Too . . . intimate.
“Open your eyes,” he commands.
I drag them open.
“Kiss me,” he whispers.
“Tris,” I whisper, close to the edge of insanity.
“It’s all right, baby.” He pushes the hair back from my forehead. “I’ve got you.”
My eyes search his. I feel my resistance leave, and as if he senses the exact moment that I hand over my power, his lips take mine.
We kiss for a long time. His tongue swipes through my mouth, mirroring the thrusts of his hips.
He begins to moan—long, satisfied deep breaths—and my head is thrown back into the pillow. “Fuck, Claire . . . this is so fucking good.”
My mouth falls open, and I shudder hard as a freight train of an orgasm rips through me.
His eyes roll back in his head, and then he straightens his arms and widens his legs and slams in deep. He tips his head back and cries out. I feel the