Page 32 of A Love Like That

“Your tattoo. I thought it was a flower.” He traced the design with his finger, and I shivered from his touch.

He tugged on the neckline of my shirt, bringing it lower on my chest. He was barely touching me, and yet it felt as if his hands were branding my skin.

“Now, what can I help with?” he rasped.

When I still didn’t answer—I couldn’t. I’d somehow lost the ability to form words.

Tristan stood and grasped my chin. His pressure was firm as he brought my gaze to his.

This was wrong. So wrong. But damn, it felt good.

“I-I—”

“Elle.” He leaned closer, and I could smell the sweetness from the hops on his breath, the scent mixing with mint. Mingling with the smell of him. “I asked you a question.”

My core flooded with warmth from the tone of his voice, the sheer power he radiated.Holy fuck, that was hot.

I struggled to regain control of the situation, even as my body begged me to stay. To give in to this. Give in tohim.

“Tristan,” I panted. “I…we…”

“Ellie,” Savannah hissed from downstairs. My eyes widened at both the prospect of being caught and the panic in her voice.

Tristan’s entire demeanor changed as he bolted for the door. But I grabbed his arm to stop him. “Wait. Um—” I peered down at his crotch, and his gaze followed mine.

“Right. Shit.” He turned away from me and adjusted himself.

“I’ll handle it,” I said.

“What’s Savannah going to think if she sees you leaving my room?” he whispered.

“She knows I’m in here.”

He froze, brow furrowed. “What?”

I had the insane urge to kiss his forehead to smooth away those lines.

“I, um… Just a sec.” I backed away, trying to compose myself. To pretend as if I hadn’t seen how thick his cock was through his boxers.

Stop thinking about your brother-in-law’s cock!

I ran out to the banister and peered down at the living room.

“Rex threw up again,” she whispered.

“I’ll be right there.” I crept into her room and grabbed a sweatshirt for her and tossed it over the side. “Put this on and stay with him. ’Kay?”

She nodded up at me with tears in her eyes. I darted back to Tristan’s room with no time to lose. I found him sitting in the chair, struggling with a pair of jeans and cursing.

“Are you okay?” I asked, frowning. “I didn’t think you had that many beers.”

“I didn’t.” He groaned, bending forward and putting his head between his thighs. “But I took something for my knee, and I don’t think it mixes well with alcohol. It’s making me dizzy. Now tell me what’s going on with Savannah.”

“Not Savannah,” I said. “Rex. Something’s wrong with Rex, and I need to take him to the animal hospital.”

He stood but immediately steadied himself with the dresser. His hair was deliciously mussed, his skin bare. “Let’s go.”

“You’re in no state to drive.” I placed my hands on his shoulder then immediately regretted it. Smooth, hot skin. It was…distracting, to say the least. “Where are your keys?”

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