Give in to Me

by K. M. Scott

  Her body melted into mine as my lips covered hers in a kiss full of need. She was perfect in my arms, right where she was meant to be. I slid her shirt over her head and her jeans from her legs to reveal mismatched bra and panties. I couldn’t help but smile. All the money in the world, and she still was that wonderfully unspoiled Nina who stole my heart all those months ago.

  “You’re laughing at me, aren’t you?” she said with a sexy smile.

  I slowly lowered myself to my knees and looked up at her. “No. Not laughing. Charmed.”

  A delightful blush colored her cheeks. Biting her lip, she rolled her eyes. “Charmed, huh?”

  Hooking my thumbs under her panties, I gave them a slight tug as she wiggled her ass to help me remove them. They easily slid down her gorgeous legs, and stepping one foot out of them, she kicked them away, leaving her standing there open to me.

  I licked my lips in anticipation of tasting her sweetness on my tongue, dying to feel her slick pussy grind against my face as I slowly and methodically inched her toward release. She looked down at me, so sexy yet innocent, and I couldn’t wait anymore. With my hands on her ass, I pulled her to me and slid my tongue the full length of her wet slit. Her body trembled when I touched her swollen clit, and I flicked the tip of my tongue once more as she whimpered my name.

  Her hands skimmed over my scalp, gently pulling me closer to give her what she desperately wanted. My mouth devoured her, loving every moment of pleasure her pussy gave me. I wanted to give her that pleasure back. I wanted to be the only man who made her body sing.

  “Tristan, my legs can’t hold me up when you do that,” she whined sweetly above me as I sucked her clit between my lips. “I’m going to fall…”

  Lifting my head, I smiled and licked my lips to taste her. “I won’t let you fall. Just hold on to my shoulders. This was all I could think of the whole flight here.”

  I wasn’t lying. To ward off the anxiety that always came with flying, I’d spent the entire time fantasizing about making love to her. It had been the best flight I’d ever had.

  “You were pretty confident I’d take you back, weren’t you?”

  I slid my middle finger through her wet folds and sucked the taste from the tip into my mouth. “I had to hope.”

  Her expression softened as one finger slid slowly inside her. “I do love a confident…ohhhh…man.” Another finger made her eyes roll back. “And a man who knows how to…oh God…work with his hands.”

  “Hang on.” While my fingers fucked her, my mouth fastened on her clit and I sucked softly, bringing her to the edge before easing back. I wanted this to last.

  Nina’s fingers pressed hard into my shoulders just as she was about to come, but by the fourth time, I was ready to give her what she wanted. One last thrust into her made her cunt contract, and her legs buckled. I held her there as waves of pleasure rolled through her, my fingers and mouth unrelenting as she begged me to never stop.

  Finally, when her legs stopped trembling and I knew she could stand on her own, I sat back on my heels and smiled up at her. “Welcome home, Ms. Edwards.”

  She dropped to her knees and kissed me full on the mouth. “That’s one hell of a welcome. If I didn’t hate being away from you so much, I’d leave more often.”

  I fisted my hands in her hair, pulling it loose from the bun. “No more leaving.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Nina

  The room was the same as last time we’d been in Venice, but we were different. The Tristan and Nina who’d found each other then hadn’t been the real us. They’d been pretending. I’d thought I’d known him, but I’d only scratched the surface. Now I knew the man I loved more than anyone in the world was so much more than a gorgeous billionaire crazy about me. When all the money and possessions were pushed aside and it was just him and me, I saw how deep his emotions ran. The rest of the world could go on believing they knew him, but I knew the truth.

  I knew the real Tristan Stone was the man who sat in front of me now. Imperfect, troubled, and bound to fuck up again, he’d bared his soul to show me the man he’d been and now had changed to be. That honesty was worth more than any amount of money.

  And who was I on this second visit to Venice? I’d been pretending too—pretending that the fantasies of a teenage girl were reality. When I met Tristan, he appeared to be everything any woman could want. Gorgeous, wealthy, and confident, he was perfect. I’d never allowed the idea that he could be human with flaws like any regular man to get in the way of my fantasy of who I believed he was. Then, when I found out he wasn’t perfect, I’d run.

  Months without him had shown me I didn’t want to run anymore, or so I’d thought. Then Kim’s poisonous words flooded my ears and I lazily slid back into my teenage fantasies, condemning him for a past I’d never even given him a chance to explain.

  Now it was time for me to grow up, to accept the fact of who Tristan truly was. The man who would fly around the world to impress me and protect me, even though flying terrified him. The man who agreed to bare his soul in the Piazza San Marco not once but twice. The man who’d promised to give me whatever my heart desired, and never once failed.

  The man who even with his flaws had proven himself time and again. Now it was time for me to prove myself.

  Tristan stared down into my eyes with a look that told me he had other ideas than a discussion of how I’d been a goddamned fool. As he tenderly stroked my jaw line, a look of need sparked in his eyes. “Come with me, Nina. I want to show you something.”

  His hand grasped mine, but I pulled him back. “Not yet. I want to say something first.”

  Those beautiful chocolate brown eyes filled with worry, and I watched as he knitted his eyebrows. “Okay. Say whatever you need to. We’re all about truth.”

  I reached up and cradled his face in my hands. “It’s nothing bad. I just need to tell you that I’ve been a childish fool. I expected you to be some perfect specimen of men, but that’s not fair. I gave you a hard time when you returned to me last week, but it’s been me who’s run away all the time. And every time I ran, you followed me. You followed me, and I believe you’d follow me if I left again.”

  Smiling, he turned his head to kiss my right palm. “A good man knows when to drop the Alpha shit and chase after the woman he loves.”

  “I acted like an ass, and I’m sorry. I preach about telling the truth and then I don’t give you chance to do just that.”

  “Thankfully, I have a plane that allows me to fly wherever I want to find you,” he joked.

  “I’m serious, Tristan. What kind of fiancée am I? I know you hate flying and I run away to a place where you have to fly to get to me. I’ve been such a terrible person. I’m so sorry.”

  “I told you. I fantasized about making love to you the whole time, so not another word about it. No more apologies. From now on, we follow the truth policy. Right now, to be honest, I’m more interested in less talking and more doing. Come with me.”

  He took my hand and I followed him to the first bedroom. On the nightstand sat a bottle of champagne in a silver ice bucket and two glasses. A tray of fruit sat next to them filled with every fruit I’d ever heard of, except strawberries.

  “Are we eating first or drinking?”

  Tristan pointed toward the bed and smiled. “Sit. I’m overdressed for what I have in mind.”

  As I laid back on the bed, he shrugged out of his shirt. Still leaner than before he left for all those months, his body was tight and sinewy. My gaze slid over his abs, as defined as they’d always been, and I rolled off the bed wanting more than just to watch him undress.

  “Let me help,” I said as I pushed his hands away from his pants.

  He lifted them, as if in surrender, and looked down as I knelt in front of him. “Help is good. This is even better.”

  I lowered his zipper and reached my hand in to palm his stiff cock. “There’s one thing I want the same as last time. Remember?”

  A sexy smile sp
read across his lips and he nodded. I eased his pants and boxer briefs down over his hips until his cock sprang free. Positioned perfectly, I merely had to open my mouth and take him into me. Gripping it near the base, I slipped the swollen head between my lips, playfully flicking my tongue over the silky soft skin.

  “Toying with me may be a dangerous choice right now, Nina,” he whispered hoarsely as I eased only the head in and out of my mouth.

  Staring up into his eyes full of desire, I slid my tongue up the length of him. “Turnabout is fair play.”

  He ran his hands through my hair and pulled me down onto his cock. “Then let’s play.”

  I moved up and down his shaft, teasing the spot just under the head where he was most sensitive with my tongue and fingertip. Taking the full length of him into my mouth, I crushed my nose against the hardness of his muscles just below his navel and inhaled his fragrance, a combination of a musky sex smell and soap, as I swirled my tongue around the base of his cock.

  “God, Nina, you’re killing me, baby.”

  There was nothing better than hearing him groan raggedly while I sucked his cock, totally in control of his pleasure. In those moments, his walls came down and he showed me a side of him so intimate and personal the world never saw in the man so restrained all the time. Tonight, though, I could tell as his hands guided my head up and down that he wanted to control our lovemaking.

  He pumped into my mouth, his long, thick cock stretching my lips to take all of him. I followed his pace, loving the sound of his moaning and panting as I brought him closer to the final edge. His hands fisted in my hair, gently at first but then sending tendrils of pain across my scalp as his body began to surrender to my mouth.

  In a voice hoarse with desire, he groaned, “Oh, fuck…right there, baby.”

  I closed my eyes and felt the first spurt of cum hit the back of my tongue. My left hand clawed at his abs as my right hand milked the base of his cock and gently squeezed his balls. I wanted to taste every drop of him. He filled my mouth, and I swallowed as I opened my eyes to watch him staring down at me, those gorgeous brown eyes watching me give him pleasure.

  When he was done, I sat back on my heels and smiled up at him. He stepped out of his clothes and led me to the bed. Easing me onto my back, Tristan slid up over my body until our faces met. His dark eyes stared into mine, holding me with his gaze. “I want you, Nina. When I thought I might never get you back, something changed inside me. You make me want to be the man I see in your eyes. You do that to me.”

  He pressed my legs apart with his hand and slid the length of his cock over my clit, nearly driving me out of my mind. His hand slid over my breast, cupping it as his thumb and forefinger squeezed my nipple to a sharp peak. Arching my back, I urged him to ease my need, but he was in control, not me.

  “Don’t tease, Tristan,” I moaned as he hovered over me, grinning and licking his lips.

  Leaning down to flick the tip of his tongue over my nipple, he looked up at me and whispered, “No teasing. Just pleasure.” His lips closed around the needy peak, and he sucked it sharply into his mouth, sending ribbons of desire through my body.

  Expert at building my need, he bit down gently, making my pussy run wet. Much more and I’d come without even having his cock inside me. I dragged my nails down his back, urging him to give me what I want.

  He lifted his head, a look of pleasure on his face. “Tell me what you want.” His voice was ragged, signaling any control he possessed was slipping away.

  “I want you inside me. Don’t make me wait.”

  Slowly, he plunged into my body, filling me so completely that he nearly took my breath away and ridding me of all the emptiness inside. My fingers dug into his biceps as he thrust in and out of me, his body moving over mine as he made my body his once again. I adored him. Needed him. Wanted him.

  When he finally let me come, my body ached from need, able to cling to him but little else. For hours we lost ourselves in one another, him giving me delicious orgasm after orgasm and filling me as often as I came for him. We’d worshipped each other as we should have, making up for lost time.

  Taking me in his arms, he held me and tenderly stroked my skin as he whispered how much he loved me. I believed him. As scary as it was to take that chance, it was even scarier to think of my life without him.

  After a long while, he gently rolled me onto my back and placed a kiss on the tip of my nose. “Are you hungry?”

  “I could eat. Are you?”

  Smiling, he said, “I can eat. Making love for hours should always be followed by a meal in bed.”

  Tristan poured us champagne and lifted his glass to make a toast. I couldn’t help but smile. There I was in Venice, in a gorgeous hotel suite my fiancé owned, drinking champagne in bed. Was this really my life?

  “What’s the smile for?”

  “I just can’t believe this is my life. I mean, look at us. In bed drinking champagne. Do people really do this?”

  He kissed me tenderly on the lips. “They do, and from now on, we do.”

  When he said that, it seemed so natural. What was a girl to do with a man like this? “Then let’s toast to our life of champagne in bed.”

  “I have a better toast. Here’s to us finally accepting the happiness we’ve been running away from for so long.”

  Raising my glass, I met his with a clank. “And more time in bed.”

  Tristan dangled a bunch of grapes just above my mouth. I craned my neck to grab one with my teeth but only ended up biting the air. Taking one grape off the vine, he held it between his teeth and smiled. “Do you remember that first night I fed you?”

  Nodding, I said, “Yes. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced.” Plucking the grape from his mouth, I popped it into my own. “I think it’s time I fed you.”

  He swallowed the last of his champagne and leaned back against the headboard. “Mmmm, I like that.”

  Climbing on top of him, I took the glass and grapes out of his hands. “Then this is perfect. I’ll be the last woman to do that for you.”

  He gave me a devilish grin and looked up at me as I straddled his hips. “I really like that.”

  I grabbed a chunk of pineapple and placed it on his tongue. “Here’s to us being the first and last of many things for each other.”

  His face grew serious, and he stroked his thumb over my cheek. “I love you, Nina. Don’t ever doubt that, no matter how I screw things up. I love you.”

  Leaning down, I kissed him lightly on the lips and slipped another grape into his mouth. “No more talk about messing up. We’re in Venice, in love, and in bed eating fruit and champagne. And when we get up tomorrow morning, I’m holding you to a promise you made the last time we were here. That means museums, Mr. Stone. It’s time you see Venice for what it really is.”

  He smiled and I knew he remembered his promise. “It’s isn’t the Louvre, but it’s a deal. First, though, I have all night with you before we head out to the museums. I plan to make the most of it.”

  ***

  Some problem at the hotel forced the concierge to interrupt us just as we planned to leave for our museum tour, and I was forced to wait in the suite for hours while Tristan cleared up the mess. Just when I believed we’d miss the chance yet again for me to show him the art wonders of Venice, he returned, ready to learn all about what he’d been missing in the art world.

  As we walked hand-in-hand to the Piazza San Marco, I explained my plans for the rest of the day. “I first want to take you to Ca’ Rezzonico. There’s an entire floor dedicated to paintings that show what the city was like in the eighteenth century. Then we can visit the museum you found me at yesterday, Museo Civico Correr.”

  “We can go wherever you want. I told you it’s about time I get some culture.”

  Climbing the massive marble staircase to the first floor of Ca’ Rezzonico, I asked, “Did you know this was a palace before it became a museum?”

  He shook his head and smiled. “No, I d
idn’t.”

  “It was. In 1936 they opened it as a museum, but it was first built in the mid-1600s. Wait until you see the way they arranged it. The entire place looks like it would if it was still a palace. It’s really quite beautiful. Oh, and the Triumph of Zephyr and Flora…”

  My words trailed off as I watched a man hurry away from the top of the stairs and through the first floor. I hadn’t assumed we were alone, but something about him seemed odd, as if he hadn’t wanted us to see him.

  We reached the first floor and I couldn’t see him anywhere. Tristan squeezed my hand, and I turned to face him. “Nina, what’s wrong? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

  I forced a smile, not wanting to ruin our museum tour. “It’s nothing. I thought I saw someone.”

  “The man in front of us a second ago?” he asked as he looked left and right for the man.

  “It’s nothing. It’s just that last time I was here—remember you were supposed to come with me and I had to go with that giant bodyguard instead? Well, I met a man here who said he knew my father. That man we just saw looked like him.”

  Tristan took me by the shoulders and stared down into my eyes with an intense look that frightened me. “Nina, I need you to think about this. What did that man say to you?”

  I hesitated for a moment and he repeated his question. I didn’t want to say what that man had told me and bring up all the terrible things from the past, but finally, I said, “He told me he thought it was a shame the people responsible for my father’s death were never charged.”

  “And you think that man was the same person as the one who just nearly ran away when he saw us?”

  I didn’t know. It could have been him. He did look similar to him, especially his tanned skin. I wasn’t sure, though. “You’re scaring me, Tristan. I don’t know if it’s the same man. It could be. I just don’t know.”

  “I’m not trying to scare you, but I think we need to get out of here. Something’s wrong. I feel it.”