over his head with one hand. His hair fell around his shoulders, and his eyes were piercing in their intensity. I’d traced my hands over his chest before, but never skin to skin.
“You are ridiculously hot,” I murmured as I leaned up to kiss along his ribs.
His laugh hitched in his throat when my tongue darted out to taste his nipple.
“Fuck. Evie,” he groaned, and I smiled against his chest. His beautiful, faintly dusted with hair, chest. It was a work of art, with every lean sinewy muscle on display and that V that made women lose their minds, me especially. His arms were full of tattoos, but his chest was pretty bare. I wanted to trace every spot of ink with my tongue.
“You should never wear a shirt,” I whispered against his skin, and he chuckled, his body vibrating above me.
“Your turn,” he said, and I sat up before the words were entirely out of his mouth and yanked my shirt off. He was way more graceful than I was, since I ended up with tangled limbs and tangled hair.
“You would think I hadn’t done this in a while,” I joked, wishing I’d kept my mouth shut.
Way to make it awkward.
“Evie, it’s fine,” he said, helping me out of my shirt. “You slept with Jamie. Maybe he was the last guy. Maybe he wasn’t. But right now, it’s just you and me, and that’s all I care about.”
“You’re amazing, you know that?” I said softly, and he chuckled.
“We haven’t even gotten started yet,” he said.
I hoped he wasn’t deflecting.
“And thanks. You’re pretty amazing, too.”
Instantly, my insides were fluttering again, and not just because of nerves.
He reached under my back and popped the clasp on my bra, slowly removing the scrap of soft cotton from my body. My nipples pebbled under his gaze, and when his tongue darted out to lick his lips like he was getting ready to indulge, I swear I almost came.
Yes. Please.
“Gorgeous,” he said as he lowered his head and trailed kisses along my collarbone. One hand cupped my breast, his thumb scraping over my hard nipple.
“Yes. Oh, Tristan.” I moaned when he repeated the same torment with the other breast.
His mouth moved to the one he’d just abandoned, his tongue twirling over my nipple, and my clit hummed in excitement. Fuck. I clenched my thighs to assuage the need pulsing between them.
He kissed down my body, his fingers slipping under my waistband, and I gripped his hair in one hand, holding him to me, while I clenched the sheets with my other. He popped the button on my jeans and lowered the zipper, and my anticipation threatened to boil over and explode.
“Please. Tristan.” I moaned, lifting my hips. He pulled my jeans and panties off and I released my grip in his hair as he moved lower.
I propped myself up on my elbows and watched him kneel on the floor to finish stripping me. My tummy wasn’t as firm as it used to be, but I couldn’t give much thought to my imperfections with the way his gaze was raking over my entire body.
He licked his lips again, and my mouth and thighs parted with a sigh.
“Fucking hell, Evie. The things I want—no need—to do to you right now. You’re stunning.”
His words went straight to my heart—and to all points south. Good god, he was potent. His gaze. His mouth. The words coming out of his mouth. He needed a warning label.
Then he lowered his head and kissed along my inner thighs, avoiding the area that begged for him. I shifted, opening my legs even more, and his fingers finally traced along my lower lips. When his thumb pressed down on my clit, I arched my back and sank my fingers into his hair with one hand and into mine with the other.
“Yes. Oh fuck, Tristan. Don’t stop.”
“I’m just getting started,” he murmured against my skin, before his tongue replaced his thumb. I willed myself not to come right then and there. He was torturing me, but it was the best kind of torment.
He sank one finger inside me while his tongue did unworldly things to my clit. I had never been devoured like this before. If he was this magical with his tongue, what the hell was his cock going to do to me when he was finally inside me? My body shuddered at the thought.
He added another finger, stretching me, and I whispered my encouragement as his tongue switched between tracing circles around