Page 104 of A Lie so Dangerous and Fragile

He looked up and held my gaze, his thumb grazing the sore spot tenderly. I tried to hide the pain.

“You should have woken me up. I made you fall off the bed.”

“You looked comfy,” I said, and he scoffed.

“Are you sure it’s only your elbow?” he asked with a serious expression.

My heart was racing as I reached for his left hand and placed it on my hip, just below the hem of my shorts.

“There,” I said, not breaking my eyes away from his.

I gasped softly when he grabbed me, his long fingers slipping into the hem of my shorts. I might not make it out alive. My skin was on fire, and all I wanted was to close every bit of space between us. He watched me, waiting for me to pull away, but I remained rooted, loving the grip he had on me.

I took his other hand holding my elbow. Threading my fingers through his, I slid his palm up my waist and to my ribs. I sucked in a breath when his thumb grazed the bottom of my left breast.

“Also here,” I whispered, removing my hand.

I was playing a dangerous game.

He didn’t move or say anything. For a moment, I thought he was going to pull away and leave, but he growled and buried his face in my stomach. His lips brushed against my skin, and it made me burn all over. The throbbing between my legs was hard to ignore. I needed a relief so bad; it’d been so long.

“Don’t do this to me,” he groaned, sliding both hands to my waist, squeezing me firmly, like I was torturing him.

I placedmy fingers in his hair, brushing through the thickness as I contemplated what to say next. I was crossing the line. I could end this right now and save myself from the aftermath, but I wanted his hands and lips all over my body to soothe the unbearable ache. It was impossible to resist the craving. My skin tingled when I felt his lips on my skin, leaving wet kisses on my stomach. His stubble grazed my skin, making my nipples grow hard. His large palms run down the globes of my ass, squeezing and kneading.

“Shit, you’re making this so hard for me, Chloe.” He pulled away and sat back, running his palm down his face, like he was battling every fiber of self-control within him.

“Fight it all you want, but you can’t ignore the feeling of pulling me closer and kissing me so deep till we are sharing a breath. You can’t deny that you are so hard right now because you want to toss me on that bed and fuck me like we’re animals because you miss what it feels like, being inside me,” I said and moved to walk away, but he grabbed my hips and pulled me to his lap till I was straddling him.

I didn’t know if he wanted to kiss me or eat me alive as he stared at me with sheer intensity.

“What do you want from me, Chloe? This means more to me than sex,” he said, grabbing my chin as he brought our faces closer.

I didn’t know. I just needed his hands and the heat of his body all over me.

“Just sex,” I found myself saying.

I waited for his reaction, but he gave nothing away.

“Will it push you away from me? I don’t want you to start avoiding me after we fuck.”

It was impossible to avoid him these days. It would be out of my control to stay away from him. It was the way he had a hold on me without touching me, how I hadn’t been able to let him out of my system all those years, and how he kept pulling me back to him like gravity every time.

“No,” I whispered, absorbing the way he stared at me.

“Once I start, I won’t be able to stop,” he said, trailing kisses up my chin to my cheek, his palm sliding down to grip me around the throat as his tongue licked behind my ear.

“Then, don’t stop,” I rasped, breathless, as I closed my eyes to soak in the feel of his lips against me.

His nose nuzzled mine, his lips brushing against mine, barely touching. I moved my hips slowly. My lips parted at the little pleasure from the friction.

“I missed hearing that sound,” Tristan growled in my ear, fisting my hair. “It’s been so long. I don’t even know if one night is enough.” He nibbled on a sweet spot on my neck, trailing soft kisses to my throat. “I would give anything to control time right now,” he grunted.

“If you don’t start now, you might …” I didn’t complete my sentence because his lips were against mine. Wet and deep. Hungry and carnal.

I moaned in pure content as my fingers knotted in his hair. He gripped my waist and pulled me closer till my crotch was pressed against his. I ground my hips against his growing erection as our lips moved in sync. His tongue found mine, warm and wet. His minty taste, mixed with the smell of his aftershave, brought old memories. I’d forgotten how euphoric it always felt, kissing Tristan. He knew what to do with his lips and tongue as he explored my mouth like I was his favorite treat. My nerves sparked like a live wire, heat consuming every cell in my body. I’d missed this feeling. I’d missed what it felt like to be in his arms, and as much as I tried to push back the warmth and nostalgia, I couldn’t deny that this was more than sex to me too.

He pulled on my bottom lip slowly with his teeth before breaking the kiss. His thumb grazed a spot in my throat as he kissed the corner of my mouth, and soon, his lips were against mine again, his tongue seeking and finding mine in a slow and heated kiss.

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