Page 23 of Fast-Track Fiancé

‘Lean back and arch your neck,’ he growled, satisfied, when she looked up at him with surprise.

‘Like this?’ She leaned back in the way he’d directed, attentive and serene as he instructed her to place her body this way and that, then to move one ankle over the other.

‘Soften your lower lip, querida,’ he breathed. ‘Yes, that’s it. Now...look directly at me. Don’t look away until I tell you.’

‘Or else, what?’ She narrowed that onyx gaze on him.

‘Perhaps I’ll decide that this photo shoot needs even less clothing.’ Through the lens of the camera, he zoomed in, seeing the very moment that her pupils dilated and her nostrils flared.

Little minx. He’d bet she was imagining it right now, him ordering her to strip off her underwear, exposing her bared flesh to him and his camera. They were all alone out here after all... He could easily follow through on his threat. The idea of it made his blood thrum in his ears and he almost entirely lost focus on his act of taking photos completely. Nina wasn’t doing too much better as she fixed her lust-hazed eyes on him, her arms beginning to shake with the effort of leaning back on the rough surface of the tree trunk.

‘Breathe, Nina,’ he murmured, moving a few steps closer and continuing to click, at speed. He caught the moment her eyes turned sultry, and the blush that had been kissing only her cheeks swept down to cover her chest.

‘You’re a natural at this...so beautiful.’ He ignored the tightening of his raging erection, focusing on her, on nothing but her as she obeyed his instructions. ‘Good, Nina. So good.’

She practically blossomed under his praise, her nipples tightening into little peaks beneath her bra as she thrust her breasts forward and spread her legs wide of her own accord. She posed herself this way and that, loosening up under his gaze.

He had never actually done a posed photo shoot with a model this way. He’d always preferred to find his subjects in real life, unaware. Catching the little moments of honesty. But this, whatever they were doing here, felt like a perfect meeting of the two styles. A mixture of instruction and honesty that made his skin feel too tight and his heart beat too loud in his ears. He had held himself in check with this woman for weeks on end, determined to deny his own pleasure. While it seemed she had slowly realised that there was one thing she wanted from their deal, the one thing that he had told her he could not, should not, give her.

Dropping the camera down to his side, he replaced the mechanical gaze upon her with his own and saw her beautiful features soften even more. She didn’t move out of her pose, the one he’d put her in. Like the cat he’d compared her to, she lay in wait. Those onyx eyes didn’t leave his as he took one step closer followed by another and another until he had her pressed up against his chest. His lips found hers as if he were a magnet and she his true North, and he plundered and possessed every inch of her mouth before coming up for air.

‘You drive me wild,’ he rasped, fisting his hands in her hair to keep her in place or to keep himself tethered perhaps. He felt out of control, more out of control than he’d ever been, but he welcomed it. He welcomed the adventure that was Nina... The passion and the infuriating fire that she had brought back into his life replacing the numbness of mediocrity and boredom. It would reappear all too soon once they went their separate ways again.

Sliding his hands down along her sides, he allowed himself to stop overthinking everything and simply feel. The sensation of her silky-smooth skin under his fingertips was heaven, as was the delicate way she rocked her pelvis against his erection. Needy moans escaped her lips as she peppered his throat with hungry kisses.

‘I’m supposed to be the one seducing you,’ he growled.

‘Says who?’ She looked up at him through long sooty lashes, a sensual smile on her lips.

‘You really liked it when I ordered you around.’

A fresh blush crept up her cheeks, and she tilted her head down bashfully.

He put one finger under her chin, encouraging her to look back up at him. ‘Those photos are all yours, by the way. To keep or delete as you wish. I don’t need a photograph for what’s already burned in my memory, querida. But I do need to get you to a bed fairly soon.’

‘A bed...yes.’ She whispered the words in between moans and delicious whimpers as he bent his head to busy himself with one taut nipple through the thin material of her bra. Forcing himself to move, he stood back up, took her by the hand and led her towards his villa.

The journey from their little interlude was a complete blur and Nina soon felt her frantically aroused body pushed back onto Tristan’s huge four-poster bed, giggling wildly as his equally frantic form spread over her.

He murmured pretty words against her mouth, his hands clumsily working to undo his belt. The room was dimly lit with the curtains drawn, but she could just about make out his muscular form as he straightened to pull off his T-shirt and shuck off his jeans. He was upon her again in an instant, his hot skin sliding against her own in the most blissful sensation. Her entire body felt like a livewire that had been activated. She wanted him everywhere.

‘I’m afraid this first time might not last very long.’ Gently, he spread her thighs wide and Nina gasped at the sensation of him right there.

‘I don’t want to crush you...you’re sure your injuries aren’t—’

‘Tristan. I’m fine. But if you stop right now, I swear...’

He laughed, lying on his side to pull her against his chest as he ripped open a foil packet and slid protection over his length with impressive speed. With one hand, he pulled her thigh up so that her body half straddled him. She’d done some research to feel more prepared but this position was not one she’d ever seen in a movie or read about in a book. It felt impossibly intimate with his eyes on hers and almost every inch of their skin touching. His erection was hot and heavy against her entrance as his finger traced a slow circle right where she needed it.

‘Please,’ she begged, grinding herself against him. ‘Oh, my God.’

‘Slow...slow down, por el amor de Dios, or I swear I won’t last more than five seconds.’

‘You said you never lose control.’

‘I say a lot of foolish things around you.’ He caught her mouth in another punishing kiss as he pressed forward, sliding the very tip of himself inside her. The slight stretch felt uncomfortable but not overly so and with his lips devouring hers so passionately she quickly forgot to worry about pain, eager for more. With his eyes on hers there was nowhere to hide, but she didn’t feel self-conscious, she felt beautiful. She felt desirable and sexy and right. More right than she’d ever felt, even behind the wheel.

The combination of him at her entrance and against her clitoris was magic and she quickly felt her legs begin to tremble with the onset of release. He didn’t speed up, nor did he look away or react as she whispered a series of curses and prayers in French. He was right there with her, holding her with his quiet strength as he ruthlessly worked her body in a perfect rhythm until she broke apart.

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