see them. I want to get you home as soon as possible. Your place, right?” he asked.
“Um.”
“I don’t want you to rush out in the morning. James is with your mom and I may have stashed a clean shirt at your place last week.” He shrugged, but I knew he wasn’t as blasé as he appeared.
I also knew about the shirt. I may have worn it to bed more than once. It was super soft and comfy.
“Yes. Let’s go,” I said. “But, where are we?”
“We’re going out the back. There’s a car waiting for us. I didn’t want to walk through that crowd after playing.”
“You were extra hot on stage. Not sure if I’ve mentioned that yet,” I said as he swung a door open and the humid air hit us. New York summers.
The car was already waiting for us, so we quickly slipped inside.
“How about we get back to how hot I made you when I was on stage?” he said, leaning in and nuzzling my neck. Heat barreled through my body.
“You know what you do to me,” I whispered, and then I gasped when he pulled my earlobe into his mouth and bit down gently.
“But I love hearing the words come out of your mouth,” he said.
I turned my head, cupped his jaw in my hands, and planted my lips on his. Talking was overrated.
Within no time, we were in front of my building. Tristan and I rushed out of the car and up my front steps. I fumbled with my keys—something that always seemed to happen when he was around—before he took them from me and opened the outer door. He tugged me up the stairs to my apartment, opening that door for me as well.
“What’s your rush?” I whispered.
He grinned, shut the door behind us, and then lifted me into his arms. My legs instinctually wrapped around his waist. I arched into him, feeling his hard cock pressing against his jeans between my legs, and my need for him grew.
I was on fire in his arms and my head fell back against the door with a thud as he trailed kisses down my throat and across my collarbone. His tongue darted out to taste the dip in my throat and I squeezed my legs around him.
I shifted my body so I could grasp the hem of his shirt. I pushed it up his body, my fingers skimming over his muscles, which clenched as I went. He pressed me against the door, holding me with one hand, while he used the other to pull his shirt over his head. He tossed it aside and his hair fell over his shoulders in a tangled, delectable mess.
Good god, was there anything that he could do that wasn’t sexy as hell?
“Are you drooling?” he teased, a glint in his eyes that made my nipples harden.
Lethal.
“Maybe?” I said, trying to act relaxed, when I was strung up so tightly I thought I might burst.
“You’re so goddamn adorable, you know that?”
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I said, leaning in to kiss along his jaw.
“I need you now, Evie. I swear, every time I want to go slow with you, you destroy my best intentions and all I can think about is getting both of us naked in a hurry.”
I looked up at him, under lowered lashes. “You won’t hear any complaints from me.” Then I pulled off my own shirt—not nearly as smoothly as he had—and tossed it aside.
He groaned, lowered his head, and licked along the top edge of my bra. I arched against him again. I needed more.
So. Much. More.
I couldn’t wait to strip him down and get him in my bed, but when he picked me up, he didn’t head down the hall. Instead, I found myself dropped down on the couch.
“Um. I have a perfectly good bedroom,” I said, swallowing audibly when he sank down to his knees between my parted thighs.
“We’ll get there eventually. I just couldn’t wait,” he said, popping the button on my jeans and slowly—painstakingly slowly—lowering the zipper as he stared at me.
Every part of me tingled, my breathing labored under the intensity of his gaze. He reached up, unclasping my bra, and I held out my arms as he pulled the fabric from my chest.
“Fuck,” he groaned, and he sunk down and took one of my pebbled nipples into his hot mouth while he plucked at my other nipple with his deft fingers.
I quivered. Tristan was the only man who had ever coaxed