Page 47 of About Last Night
She didn’t respond to that and he sensed it was time to lighten the mood before she fell too heavily into her thoughts. There was no greater mood killer than talking about exes.
‘Who’d have thought the night would end this way. This is much more fun than schmoosing with rivals and sponsors.’ Finding her leg with his hand, he drew it back over his body and kissed along her jaw, running his tongue along the underside to make her shiver.
To his disappointment she stiffened instead.
‘I don’t want anyone at Flash to know about us,’ she said, her voice muffled and strained.
Flopping back against his pillow, he ran a hand over his forehead. ‘You’re uncomfortable about shagging the boss?’ He said it jokingly, but knew it would be obvious from a trip in his voice that her apprehension bothered him.
‘It’s just… it could make things really awkward for me there. I don’t want anyone thinking I got my promotion because we’re sleeping together.’
‘They wouldn’t think that, they all hold you in very high esteem. You should have seen how they reacted after I fired you, I didn’t think I’d make it out alive at one point.’
Her brow furrowed. ‘Really?’
‘Yes.’ He kissed her again, sliding his hand along her side and round to her pert backside, feeling her shiver with desire under his touch.
He loved how she reacted to him, as if she had no control over herself.
‘I should go,’ she murmured.
He tensed instinctively, increasing his grip on her. No way was he letting her leave right now, not when they’d only just breached their divide.
‘Tough luck, Tallulah, you’re not going anywhere for a while,’ he said, rolling her onto her back and trapping her beneath him.
His heart lifted as he felt her relax and heard her delighted sigh.
‘I was hoping you might say that.’
9
Lula woke in the dark to the sound of running water.
As the fug of sleep lifted, memories from the night before flooded back and adrenalin spiked her blood as she realised she was still at Tristan’s place.
Heart in her throat, she turned to stare at the brightly lit digits of the alarm clock on the bedside table and relief poured through her when she saw there was still time to go back to her flat and change before getting into work for the Breakfast Show.
Flopping back onto the pillows she ran a hand over her tired eyes.
What had she been thinking?
She never should have done this – allowed her yearning for him to cloud her judgement – surely it could only lead to pain and heartache. He wanted different things to her – had a different life somewhere else. One that he clearly still hadn’t come to terms with changing on him. She was just a distraction.
But she wanted to be more. So much more.
And she couldn’t give him up now.
Sitting up in bed and flicking on the side light, she saw that Tristan had left the door to the ensuite bathroom open and she could make out the blurred shape of him through the semi-opaque glass of the shower screen.
Her skin immediately heated as she remembered how his body had been wrapped around her the night before, driving her wild.
Too wild.
She was going to have to find a way to keep her sexual and emotional needs separate if she was going to survive this.
The water shut off and she pulled the sheet tighter around her as he came back into the bedroom, a towel slung low on his lean hips and his amazingly honed body sleek with moisture.
‘Morning,’ he said, giving her one of those killer smiles that made her heart beat faster and heat rush straight between her legs.
