Page 21 of Enamored
Holy. Shit. In the light, he’s even more delectable than he was last night. My lady bits are doing a happy dance, hoping to get lucky, and I shut that shit down real fast.
“How’d you sleep?” I ask, turning the bacon over. I hold a mug up to him, and he nods at my silent question. Coffee is a must this early.
“Better once I moved to the bedroom. You’re right; it is a lot quieter than the living room.” He lifts the mug to his lips and takes a sip of the steaming liquid.
“Have a seat. Breakfast will be ready soon.”
“Can I help?” He motions to the frying pan with the crackling bacon.
“Sure. Want to pop the toast in? I’ll have the eggs done in a few minutes. How do you like them cooked?”
The two of us dance around one another in my small kitchen. The scary thing about this whole situation is it feels so natural, him being here. We talk and eat, sharing stories and adventures before I finally have to get ready for work.
I take a fast shower and get ready in fifteen minutes flat. When I come back out, Tristan is sitting on the couch, flipping through television channels. He stops when he sees me and lets out a low whistle. Talk about a boost to a girl’s ego. I smile bashfully and bat my hand in front of me. I hand him an extra key and give him my cell phone number to get in touch with me if he needs to.
“I should be home by five-thirty. If something comes up, please call or text me. There are tons of stores around, so go check some out to get some clothes. Is there anything else you need before I go?” I ask, mentally running through all the things I want to do to him.
He stands, wraps one hand over my hip, and pulls me flush with his body. When he hovers his mouth inches from mine, I whimper. His breath fans over my face, and I think I’m going to burst when he closes the distance and his lips touch mine. Electricity runs from my lips to my toes. Where his hand rests on me feels like an inferno. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him further into the kiss—deepening it.
I can stay home, right? They don’t need me.He walks me backward and presses me against the wall, pinning me beneath his weight. My nipples harden under my clothing, and I rock my core against him, feeling how hard he is for me. I hike my leg over his hip, and he grabs it, rocking harder into me. I moan into the kiss as he deepens it, taking what he needs.
He rubs his hard length against me one more time before breaking the kiss. My face is flushed, and I’m sure my hair is sticking up in spots, the frizz never fully dying down. I keep my eyes closed another second to catch my breath before I open them. His eyes are dark and lust-blown, his breathing matching my own. I clutch his shirt in my tiny fists and try to pull him back for more. When he drops my leg, I know that’s it for now.
He clears his throat, but it does nothing to ease the ache between my legs. “Don’t want to get you in trouble,” he says, his voice husky with need.
“I could be a little late,” I say, hoping he’ll change his mind and fuck me senseless. It’s been too long since I’ve gotten any, and with him, Iknowit would be good.
He laughs and shakes his head, then lowers his forehead to mine. “You’re gonna be the death of me. Go so you can get back. I’ll make dinner tonight.”
My smile widens, and my eyes light up. “You’re going to make me dinner?” A hint of disbelief is laced in my words.
He mocks offense and covers his heart with his hand. “I’ll have you know, I’m a great cook. Wait ‘til tonight. You’re in for a treat.”
I nod and turn to go. He gives my butt a little slap, and I jump, glancing over my shoulder at him with a smirk. I wave bye and leave to get to work. If I go straight there, I should only be about ten minutes late. I’m dragging my feet, though, and work is the last place I want to be. I’d rather see a baseball game with Tristan.Are the Red Sox even playing tonight?I’m not an avid watcher, but I’ve been to a few games. They are pretty fun to watch live, especially when the team is winning. The crowd is infectious.
I pull out my phone to call Bethany. She’s never going to believe all this. I’d filled her in on everything when I got to Wyoming, but haven’t had a chance to give her updates on anything else. We were supposed to talk last night, but with Tristan showing up unexpectedly, that didn’t happen. Her cheery voice fills the line.
“Weren’t we supposed to talk last night? What happened?”
“He’s here.”
“Who’s there?”
“Tristan. He was sitting outside my apartment last night. We spent a fair amount of the night talking, and he apologized for everything. For what happened ten years ago, for not saying bye to me before I left.” I slow my walking, so she doesn’t hear how winded I’m getting from the brisk pace.Note to self: do more cardio.
“You’ve got to be shitting me. Did you forgive him?” I smile, thinking of our make-out session minutes earlier. “Oh my God! You slept with him, didn’t you?” Her voice comes through so loud, the man next to me glances at me and smirks.
“No, Beth. We didn’t sleep together. I’m not sure what to do about this. He said he wants to try to make things work between us, but I just don’t know. We live in different parts of the country. Long-distance is never a good thing. It’s hard.” I bite my thumbnail as I stop outside my building doors so I can finish the conversation.
“Do you think he’s worth it?”
Do I? I mean, I know how I feel when I’m with him. I know how my body reacts and how my mind wanders. I know I want a chance to see what happens, so I don’t have to wonder what if. “I think I want to try.”
“There you go, then. See what happens.” She takes a deep breath. “Plus, you owe me some crazy sex stories. I need to live through your dating life!”
I feel my face heat up as she continues to laugh. I give her a quick goodbye and walk into my office to start my day. I hope it goes by fast.
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