Page 113 of Black Heart

“I think I can handle that,” Tristan said, running his hand over smooth, tan skin before he slipped his hand beneath her shirt and-

Grumbled when she grabbed his hand and placed it back on her thigh.

“How much do you remember?” Marty asked, watching him curiously.

“About…” Tristan said, letting the word trail off as he began absently caressing her thigh with his thumb.

“The first time we met,” she said, shifting to get more comfortable.

“When Tom brought me home?” he asked, watching his thumb glide over her skin.

“No, the very first time,” Marty said, shaking her head.

“Everything,” Tristan said, reaching up to run his fingertips along her jaw.

“Every life?” she asked, watching him curiously.

“Every life,” he promised her.

“How many lives?” Marty asked after a slight hesitation.

“Twenty-eight,” Tristan said, watching as she thought that over.

“Twenty-eight?” she repeated back slowly.

“Yes,” Tristan said as he dropped his hand back to her thigh and began caressing her skin with his fingertips.

“What was I like before?” Marty asked, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth as she watched his fingertips move over her skin.

“A pain in the ass,” he drawled, watching her lips twitch.

“That sounds about right,” Marty said, shifting to get more comfortable and-

Oh, fuck…

A groan was torn from his throat when the move caused her to shift onto his lap, gently caressing his poor neglected cock through his boxers in the process. God, she was fucking destroying him, Tristan thought as he his fingers stilled against her skin.

“What else?” Marty asked as she reached down and began tracing his abs with her fingertip, making it really fucking difficult to focus.

“You were also incredibly beautiful, smart, and you took my breath away,” Tristan said as he slid his fingertips up her thigh and-

Licked his lips hungrily as he watched her lips part on a soft moan when his fingertips found their way beneath the hem of the large tee-shirt that she was wearing and brushed against her soft cotton panties.

“I’m still off-limits,” she reminded him as he traced her lips with his fingertips.

“As long as I don’t exert myself…” Tristan said, letting his words trail off as his gaze flickered up to meet her gaze, watching as she released a shaky breath.

She opened her mouth, most likely to remind him of all the restrictions the doctor placed on him, only to moan, “Oh, God…” when he pulled her panties aside so that he could tease her slit with the back of his knuckle.

“This is a bad idea,” Marty said, to herself or him, he wasn’t sure as she shifted on his lap again, making his already aching cock harden past the point of pain.

“What if I promise not to move?” Tristan asked, watching her think it over and-

“I’d have to call you a liar,” Marty said with a disappointed sigh as she suddenly stopped shifting and climbed off his lap. “We have to be good,” she said firmly only to swallow hard at his next words.

“Mo ghrá…” Tristan said, letting the Irish brogue that came naturally take over.

He watched as she went still and-

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