Saving Amber - Zoe Dawson Page 0,81

she couldn’t encompass because it was too large, too full, too overwhelming.

It was amazing and it hurt, but she was going to take what he could give because love was about giving, not receiving. If she had to leave here after feeling all that she was feeling, it would be enough.

She had to make it enough.

“Tristan, oh my God, I thought I had lost you,” she said between heavy kisses, lingering kisses, rapid kisses.

He was broad shoulders and lean hips. Taut muscle on graceful limbs. He was the man who had against all the odds come back for her. Risked his life to save her. A man who was completely and beautifully aroused, his thick erection jutting out from his body.

He had given her a good fight, and she had wrestled with her own feelings for him, but not anymore. She was done in by hot blue eyes, integrity as tough as granite, a heart both strong and tender, and a character that was rare and special.

Sure that going back to the corps and active combat was what was right for him, he held her at bay because he didn’t want to hurt her. All these years, he’d been fighting that consulate battle, was still fighting it, and until he realized that, he wouldn’t…couldn’t let go and make a commitment to her.

She still offered him everything she was, everything her heart could hold. Without words. Without strings.

Her gasp was audible when he moved and covered her. His eyes locked on hers as he kneed her legs apart with a raw, aching need, settled himself between her thighs with a very gruff, sexy male sound of his own.

Amber’s breath fluttered in her throat in anticipation. He was all hot, hard male above her, his dark expression a mask of need. She offered herself totally, opened herself, wound her legs around his hips.

And he filled her. Slowly. Inch by inch. His eyes never left her, taking in every expression on her face, sliding all that hard thickness into her. Pressing deeper, deeper until she gasped his name. When the joining was complete, he pulled out and plunged into her again and again until they were moving in tandem, fused and hot and desperate.

He rocked into her, pumping deep, and everything released on a hot, tight ball of pleasure that made her hips undulate, and she cried out as Tristan took his own pleasure, riding the crest of hers.

He braced himself, his head back, his body bowed, then he collapsed and rolled to his side, pulling her against him.

Imperceptibly he tightened his hold, committing every single sensation to memory. Sensations to call up and remember after she was gone.

The wind whipped through the mouth of the cave but barely touched him as the heater kept them warm. Amber stirred at the sound, her head looking to the cave mouth, her body tensing. “It’s okay, babe, just the wind.”

Releasing a long sigh, she flattened her hand against his back and shifted her head. And just as imperceptibly she tightened her hold. “You feel so safe,” she whispered unevenly. “It feels good to have someone to hold on to for just a little while.”

Her honesty made his heart roll over and his chest clog up. Feeling as if he might turn inside out at any minute, Tristan closed his eyes and rubbed her back. His throat was so tight he couldn’t have spoken if he’d wanted to. He had never expected this to happen, this chance to simply hold her like that. And he had never let himself even think about it because it had always been so far out of his reach. Until now.

Aware of every curve and hollow of her body, he continued to hold her, wishing this moment could last forever.

After a long silence, Amber sighed and pulled away, then looked up at him. With so much gratitude in her eyes that it nearly broke his heart, she met his gaze. Her expression remained very sober, and she continued to stare at him. She had the same quiet tone in her voice when she spoke. “You are an amazing man, Tristan. Smart, tough, decisive and brave. So, so brave.”

His gut knotted and he found it suddenly hard to breathe. It was as if she had just reached inside his chest and grabbed his heart, and he had a hard time keeping it together. Everything he’d done up until now, all his medals, all his service, everything paled in comparison to having this