Forbidden Bride - Page 16

His body is hard in every place that I can reach, and we’re locked together so tightly that I can feel just how hard his cock is through his clothes. There’s absolutely no doubt that he wants this just as much as I do. I find the hem of his shirt with my fingers and pull it out of his pants. My fingers are shaking as I try to undo the buttons down his chest, because I’m desperate to feel him closer. Hotter.

One of them gets stuck, and I have to pull my mouth away from his to try to undo it. But Tristan is already a step ahead of me, and the fabric between my hands is torn apart. I hear the buttons bounce across the floor, and his chest is suddenly bare in front of me. Holy shit.

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Dash without a shirt. I remember him in the summertime, either doing yard work or by the pool, showing off his perfect, incredible body. And now it’s mine. The strength in those arms that can just tear open a shirt. Fuck, I’m wet for him. “Do that again,” I say.

“I’m all out of shirts,” he says, voice rough with the lust we’re both feeling.

“But I’m not.”

Tristan’s gaze falls to my chest, and he goes still. Like he’s suddenly realizing the magnitude of this moment too. And then his hands are on my shirt and he tears down the buttons like he’s ripping a piece of paper. He pushes the shirt off my shoulders and all that’s left is my lacy bra. Until he reaches around and deftly unhooks that too.

I let my bra drop to the floor, and then I realize what that means. I look down and away from him. This is a line we’ve never crossed, and even though his mouth was on my clit just yesterday, the idea of him seeing this part of me feels scary. More intimate.

He tilts my chin up so that I’m looking at him again, and kisses me softly. “You are beautiful,” he says. “And I hope you know how much I want you. But if you have any hesitation at all, I need you to tell me.”

“No,” I say. “I want this. It’s just…”

“I know.”

I step out of my shoes, and I’m a little shorter now. But I don’t mind. I’m the one who pushes my skirt off my hips so I’m standing there in just my panties. I need to do this for myself. And the look on Tristan’s face—awe and raw need—is just the reward that I’m looking for. He sweeps me into his arms again and lays me out on the luxurious bed, hovering over me. “I’ve dreamt about this,” he says.

“Me too.” Too many times. But dreams can’t match the reality of him above me, taking in my naked body.

Peeling his shirt off his shoulders, he tosses it to the side before stretching his body over mine. Our lips are close, and he’s lined up with me perfectly. I can feel the length of him pressing into me through his pants and I nearly moan. “Tell me what you imagined,” he whispers. “I want your first time to be everything you dreamed of.”

My face goes up in flames, entirely caught off guard. “I can’t tell you that.”

Tristan smirks. “Now I have to hear it.” He leans down and presses a kiss to the skin of my chest, eliciting goosebumps. “I want to hear all your fantasies.”

“Why?”

“Because I have a lot of time to make up for,” he says. “And because I have a lifetime to look forward to of making them come true.”

“Oh.” It’s all that comes out of me. This is so much. I want everything but it’s so overwhelming that I can’t breathe. Covering my face with my hands, I try to breathe.

Tristan lets me, and I’m so happy that he does, but he doesn’t let me go. Finally, when I’m calmer, and my breath is coming easier, he speaks again. “Was it fast or slow?”

My hands are still covering my face. “Slow.”

“That, I can do.” Gently, Tristan takes my hands in his and guides them away from my face. He’s smiling. Just the kind of smile that makes you feel warm inside. Like he’s happy to see me even though he hasn’t left my side. “There you are.”

“Here I am.”

A soft kiss, questioning, seeking. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’m sure,” I say. I never changed my mind. “I’m still nervous, but I’m sure.”

One side of his mouth tips up. “Okay. If you suddenly feel unsure, tell me.”

“Mhmm.” I’m distracted by the feeling of his lips on my jaw, and the way he’s sliding them down my skin. It’s a sudden and thorough exploration. Delicious. All the way down my neck and across my collarbone and to the edge of my shoulder. Holy shit. I didn’t know my collarbone could send sparks through the rest of my body.

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