Chapter 20

CHAPTER 20

EMILY

I lay limp on the mattress, sated from that mind-blowing orgasm. Most of the tension in my body had been released, and I felt almost high.

Tristan had escaped to the bathroom shortly after I'd finished. He was taking longer than normal, and it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what he was doing in there.

Once he returned to the bed, he rested his chin on his hand and observed me a moment. "Am I dreaming, or are you really spending the night here with me?"

"I haven't decided yet." I smiled.

"Considering it's nearly morning, I think you've officially spent the night."

Shifting my body, I felt something underneath the pillow. I pulled out the rattiest gray teddy bear. My mouth fell open. "Oh my God." I held it up. "Is this Duffy?"

"The one and only." Tristan grinned sheepishly.

"You bring him into the hotel with you?"

"I can't risk someone breaking into the bus and taking him."

"Who in their right mind would steal this?"

"You never know. He's the only thing I own that I care about. They could take my Rolex, and I'd be fine with it. But this little guy is irreplaceable."

Oh my God.

There was a little tag sewn onto the side of the bear that read, Property of Tristan Daltrey. Please return if lost.

My cheeks hurt from smiling. "You realize how freaking precious that is, right? But it could damage your bad-boy reputation if people get wind of this."

He rolled his eyes. "The guys have threatened to out us plenty of times."

" Us …meaning you and Duffy." I laughed.

"Yes." He nodded. "He's in bad shape, but he's with me for life. Incidentally, even though he looks like death, I do keep him clean, which is why his fur has been compromised-from washing. His eye is starting to fall off, though, so I have to do something about that before it's gone for good."

My shoulders shook with laughter. Then I looked closer at the plastic eyeball starting to separate from the fabric. I hopped off the bed. "You just gave me the best orgasm of my life. The least I can do is sew your teddy bear's eye back on."

He sat against the headboard. "You can do that?" His eyes filled with hope.

"I keep a sewing kit in my purse."

"Wow."

"It's come in handy a lot lately."

I took out my kit and located the gray thread before I returned to the bed. Tristan watched my every move as I threaded the needle and positioned the eyeball to make sure it was even with the other eye. As I started sewing, I found myself a little nervous. I felt like I was performing surgery on his precious friend. Once I'd placed the final stitch, I handed Duffy back to him.

Tristan smiled at the bear. "This might be one of the sweetest things anyone's ever done for me."

To see this burly, tattooed god of a man looking down lovingly at an inanimate ball of matted fur warmed my heart and made my ovaries explode. "Well, I wouldn't want anything to happen to something that means so much to you."

" You mean a lot to me, Emily. I'm sorry if my saying that freaks you out, but it's the truth." He set the bear aside and moved closer. "I'm too old for you, and bad for you in every way, but I can't help how I feel."

My heart felt ready to burst. "Tristan-"

"I know I've been with a lot of women," he continued. "Girlfriends. Flings. One-night stands. But you're the first person in a very long time who makes me forget everything and everyone else. You've made me think it's possible to want to be with one woman."

His words stole the breath from my body. He'd echoed the way I felt about him. Tristan had become everything to me in such a short amount of time. And yet he knew nothing.

Nothing .

I'd gotten caught up in a way I'd never anticipated. I was having too much fun pretending. Forgetting. But while he didn't know everything there was to know about me, he still knew me at my core. There was nothing deceitful about my feelings for this man.

When I remained silent, he said, "Now that I've totally freaked you out with my proclamation, let's switch gears." He jumped up and pinned me under him. "I want to do it again."

"Do what?"

"Go down on you."

"Now?"

"More specifically, I want you to sit on my face this time."

Goose bumps covered my body. "Who needs sleep, I guess…"

I once again relished the feel of his heavy body over me, opening my legs to make room for him. Tristan's eyes were hazy as he lowered his mouth to mine. As he kissed me, he slid his hand under my shirt, cupping my breast.

No one had ever paid attention to my body the way Tristan had worshipped it tonight. And to have this gorgeous man, whom millions of women fawned over, giving me a thousand percent of his attention? I felt completely unworthy. We were in our own world, where I wished we could stay forever.

He squeezed my breast almost to the point of pain. I loved the way it fit so perfectly in his palm. My clit was already humming in anticipation, and despite my lack of sleep tonight, my body was alive. Though I knew I'd pay for it tomorrow.

After a few minutes, I felt his hand move to slide my panties down.

I lifted my shirt over my head, exposing my bare breasts, since my bra was still lying on the floor.

Tristan's stubble scratched my skin as he lowered his mouth to my breasts. My fingers raked through his hair as he pulled at one of my nipples with his teeth.

"I could eat you alive."

His words sent shivers down my spine, which landed straight between my legs. That was exactly what I wanted, for him to eat me alive, consume me in a way that would make me forget myself. There was no end to the things I wished he'd do to me.

Tristan kissed his way down my stomach. Then lower. He licked a line over my clit before he spread my legs apart. I screamed in pleasure as his mouth bore down on me.

"I'm so addicted to you," he mumbled over my flesh.

I raked my fingers through his lustrous hair as I closed my eyes.

Tristan broke my trance-like state when he moved back. "Get on top of me."

He slid down and worked to position me so I was straddling his head.

"Ride my face," he ordered, grabbing my waist and pulling me down onto his mouth.

I gripped the pillow in front of me as I bucked my hips, so sensitized from the power this position granted me. Gliding my clit along his mouth, I felt his groans vibrating through my core as he licked and sucked. I'd never done this before, and I wasn't sure I'd ever get over how damn good it felt.

Tristan used his hands to guide my ass over him, his facial hair scratching against my thighs as he began to fuck me with his tongue. I thrust my pelvis in rhythm with his mouth.

"Fuck, Emily. You taste even better the second time," he rasped. "I could feast on you forever. You're gonna make me come without even touching myself."

"Tristan…" I moaned, ready to come any second.

"I can't wait to feel you come all over my face."

I cursed at myself for wishing this would be the moment he gave in, flipped me around, and entered me. The thought of Tristan inside me made me throb even harder over his mouth. I lost it, my muscles contracting and a jolt of ecstasy tearing through me as I climaxed. He sucked harder on my clit, taking every last drop of my release.

"I can't get enough of you." He groaned under me, his face covered in my arousal. He licked his lips like he truly meant it.

After I came down from that second most amazing orgasm, I turned to face him. "Why is it always about me? What about you?"

"If you knew the things I fantasized about doing, you'd understand why I keep my dick in my pants."

"Like what?"

"Too much to list."

"Like what?"

"I don't want to lose you by telling you."

"What if I want to hear it? If you won't show me, you at least have to tell me."

"Okay, I'll give you the PG version." He paused, dragging his teeth along his bottom lip. "I think about sneaking onto your bus at night and letting you suck my cock until I come right over that pretty little gap in your teeth."

A chill ran down my spine. "What else?"

"I think about fucking your tight pussy so hard it ruins you for all other men. You'll only ever want me after I'm done with you."

"What else?"

"I think about smacking your ass till it's red, then fucking you from behind while I pull your hair. Then surprising you by sliding my dick into your ass, and you telling me how much you love it."

Damn. I gulped. "Just to clarify…that's the PG version?"

"You'd better believe it."

After Tristan talked dirtier to me than anyone ever had, he followed it up with the worst thing he could've done-he lay down behind me and held me. My body tensed as I tried not to feel the emotions that elicited. Never had I felt so safe and protected. And all I could think was, This has to stop.