"You seem to always have this effect over me."
She tucked her chin down, but I didn't want her hiding from me, not ever again.
I cupped her face up toward mine. "Elle Marie Richards, I love you, never be embarrassed around me." Wetness ran over my fingers.
Surprising me, she grabbed my free arm, wrapping it around her waist, scooting her body flush against mine. Everything in the south region of my body throbbed, begging to be released.
"I'm not embarrassed–well, maybe a little." She giggled, torturing me further with her shaking body. "I just can't believe we're here–finally–together." She lifted herself on her arms, lips close enough to kiss. "I don't want to be with anyone but you, and I'm just…I'm really liking how, um, excited you are."
She fucking giggled, again. I lost my patience, flipped her on her back, and hovered over her.
"Just so you know…" I leaned close to her ear, softly grazed her earlobe between my teeth, and tugged for good measure. Her low whimper made it hard to concentrate. "There's so much time we need to make up for." She arched her back, pressing her breasts firmly into my chest. "I'll be right back." I attempted to move, but she grabbed my upper arm.
"Just so you know, we're good. I'm on the pill, and you're right."
I think I just fell more in love with this woman.
She pulled me back over her, weaving her fingers through my hair. "I've missed out from loving you, and I'm ready to fall…I'm ready for you to catch me. Always," she finished in a near pant, and I crashed my lips over hers.
I guided her legs open, prepared to get her ready. "Baby, you're so wet."
"Tristan, enough…please."
I moved my hand, replacing it with my erection and rocked into her, hard.
Releasing a soft gasp, her fingers dug into my shoulders, and I rocked into her again. Her hips lifted, meeting every stroke. Her breath quickened. I held myself up with one arm and used the other to hike her leg up, going in deeper.
"Oh, God." She tilted her head back. Her eyes fell shut as she bit her bottom lip.
I could feel my release coming, but I wanted to watch her fall apart. I shifted my position, clenching my teeth to keep from finishing. Slowing my rhythm, I rocked into her hard, but slowly pulled out before driving into her again. "You feel so good."
Her skin was slick with sweat, her mouth slightly open. "Tristan…" She arched off the bed, nails scraping down my back as she tried to quicken the pace. "I'm falling," she cried.
I reached for her hand, locking our fingers together, and rocked into her once and then again.
Finally together, we fell.
Tristan and Elle's story continues in the next heart wrenching book, Addiction, coming this December from Untold Press.
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Born and currently residing in Midland, Texas, Angela shuffles three busy children (not including her husband) all over the place. She works in a busy pediatric doctor's office as a nurse during the day, and writes at night. She is addicted to coffee–who isn’t? And firmly believes chocolate can fix all–especially chocolate ice cream. She laughs a lot, often at herself and is willing to try anything once (she thinks). When Angela isn’t rushing kids around, working or writing, she’s reading. Other than life experience, Angela turns to a wide variety of music to help spark her creative juices. She loves to dance and sing, though her kids often beg her not to.
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