Page 63 of A Love Like That

“Hey,” I said, just as breathless.Wow.

“Are you…okay?” Certainty was replaced by hesitancy. It was almost…sweet. His concern.

I laughed. Okay? Was Iokay? I was more than okay. “I’m amazing.”

He cupped my cheek, the corner of his mouth tilting ever so slightly. “Yes. You are. But I’ve always known that.”

Was Tristan trying to turn me into a puddle of goo? I mean, seriously. Between his words and the way he was looking at me with such sincerity and adoration, well—I’d been a fool to think I could ever resist him.

SIXTEEN

I stared at Elle a second, still in disbelief. Had we really just done that? Had I really just jacked off in front of my sister-in-law, spraying my come on her stomach? And was she truly okay with it?

She seemed to be, judging from her satisfied smile and languid limbs. But still…I should’ve been more careful with her—more gentle. Shouldn’t I?

I pulled her dress back down then tugged on her hand. “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

“I’m not the only one who’s dirty.” She bit back a smile as I pulled up my pants and gripped them at the waist.

“Oh, I’ll definitely be joining you.” I gave her ass a playful swat as we neared the hall bathroom.

I switched on the shower. While we waited for the water to heat, I stepped closer and lightly grasped the hem of her dress. I met her eyes, silently asking if it was okay to undress her. And when she nodded, I pulled her dress up and over her head.

She stood before me in nothing but a thong, my come still smeared on her skin. I held her gaze a moment before drinking her in. From the top of her violet-colored hair to her pale pink toenails, she was magnificent.

“You are…” I shook my head. Her breasts spilled out of my hands when I cupped them. Her rounded stomach was soft to the touch. And her generous ass was perfect for spanking. Her skin was still red from earlier, and I rubbed it with my palm. “So incredible.”

I lifted her chin with my finger, pressing a kiss to her lips. I loved kissing her. I loved the moment when she opened to me, softening in my arms.

She moved her hands to my waist, her movements shaky as she reached for my pants.

“Did I say you could undress me?” I asked.

She licked her lips and ducked her head, but I gripped the back of her neck, stopping her.

“So bossy,” she muttered, rolling her eyes.

I kept my smile in check, but I loved her fire. I loved that Elle felt comfortable enough with me—that she trusted me—to assert herself.

When I slid my hand around to her throat, her eyes darkened, lips parting. Did she like that? Did she like being controlled? I wanted to make her feel as consumed by me as I was with her.

I guided her to me for a kiss, rational thought becoming increasingly difficult as she ground against me. “Fuck. You’re exactly what I need.”

And fuck, that felt good.

Good enough to forget.

About the stress. The bills. The fact that she was thirteen years younger than me, and my late wife’s sister. Adopted sister, I reminded myself, though I knew it didn’t make it any better.

I turned Elle so she was facing the mirror, pulling her hair back from her ear. It was so soft it felt like purple cotton candy. And I couldn’t wait to see if she tasted just as sweet.

“Tristan,” she moaned as I palmed her breasts, teased her nipples, explored every inch of her.

“Yes?” I smoothed my hand down her spine, crouching to the floor behind her.

I pulled her panties down her legs until she stepped out of them. And then I ran my hands up her calves, her thighs, until I was gripping her hips.

“You…” I pressed a kiss to one butt cheek. “Are so…” I dotted her skin with more kisses. “Gorgeous.”

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