body like a live wire threatening to explode.
Keeping one hand in her hair, I dropped my other hand to cup her ass, while I rubbed my aching cock against her belly.
She gasped in my mouth. Then she bit down lightly on my bottom lip, nibbling on it like I wanted to nibble, bite, and taste every part of her.
I lifted her up and she immediately wrapped her legs around my waist, her hands twining around my neck and scraping along the base of my hairline. Fuck, that felt amazing.
She broke the kiss and looked over my shoulder.
“Wow. It looks great in here. Do I get a tour?” she asked, with a smirk.
“Tomorrow morning you can look all you want. The only tour you’re getting tonight is of my bedroom. Unless you wanted to go for round one in here?” I asked, quirking a brow. I’d never been one to tease before, but the things this woman managed to pull out of me were unexpected and amazing.
“Bedroom, please,” she said, pressing her lips to mine again for a quick hard kiss as I walked up the stairs with her still in my arms.
“First of all, it’s ridiculously hot that you can carry me like this,” she said.
“You’re tiny,” I interjected, and she huffed. “And second?” I asked.
“Oh. The kitchen looks amazing,” she said, before she leaned in and kissed me again.
“You have a hot guy carrying you upstairs to ravish you and you have the brainpower to mention my kitchen renovations?” I teased.
“You carrying me was the first point.”
“I’m going to feast on you on that kitchen island in the morning,” I said.
Her breath caught and I almost reversed course to devour her on said island immediately, but I wanted her in my bed first.
Tonight had turned out better than I ever could’ve imagined.
Chapter 17
EVIE
As Tristan carried me into his room, I couldn’t think about anything but him. This was what I’d wanted for so long. It’d been forever since the last time I’d had sex.
Good god, the last time had been with Jamie. I definitely wasn’t going to share that with Tristan. We’d said no secrets, but he wouldn’t want to hear that now or ever.
As he strode down the hall to his room, my belly was a fluttering mess. I wanted this more than anything, and I was nervous and excited with no idea what I wanted to do first. Stripping him down to nothing was a good place to start.
He hit the wall with his elbow and the room was flooded with a bright overhead light. Yikes. There was no need for that brightness. I took care of myself, but I’d had a baby and my body wasn’t model perfect.
I hated thinking about that now, about how I probably wasn’t what he was used to. Aside from his horrible ex, we’d never discussed his other relationships and a cursory Google search hadn’t shown too many results of him with a woman on his arm.
Before I could think any further, he stopped at the edge of the bed and my legs slid from his hips to stand in front of him.
He tilted my head up to meet his gaze.
“You okay? What’s going on in that head of yours?” he asked.
“What? No,” I said. He shouldn’t be able to read me this quickly. “Just a little nervous, I guess. Before tonight, you weren’t even speaking to me.”
He wrapped his arms around me, drawing me against his chest, and I looked up at him again.
“I let my head get in the way of my heart. I can be a stubborn bastard, as you’ve probably figured out by now, but I want this. I want you. I know we’ve got baggage, but I want to get through this together.”
If I could’ve melted into a puddle at his feet, I would have. Instead, I sighed and lifted my head to brush my lips across his. It was a light kiss, but I hoped he could feel my intentions.
“I want that, too,” I said, having no other words.
Then I was on the bed and he was leaning over me. I had no clue how that had happened so quickly, but as I pulled him down into a kiss, I didn’t care. This was exactly where I needed to be.
I trailed my hand down the front of his shirt, fisting the material in my fingers and dragging it up.
“Off, please,” I said, and he grinned at me before he sat up and whipped his shirt