Page 69 of A Love Like That

Not wanting to give the idea more power than I already had, I quickly shoved the dress into the washer along with the rest of the items and started the cycle. I switched off the light to the laundry room and opened the door, only to nearly crash into Tristan.

“Holy shit!” I jumped back. “You startled me.”

He chuckled, but then his expression softened. “Hey. You okay?”

“Yeah. Yep!” I chirped.

He narrowed his eyes at me. “Elle.”

“It’s been a busy week. I’ve been…distracted. That’s all.”

“Mm.” He cupped my cheek, rubbing his thumb over my bottom lip. “I know the feeling. I can’t stop thinking about the other day. About you.”

My lips parted on a sigh, relief mingling with desire. “I know. It was…incredible.”

“Youare incredible.” He kissed me gently, deeply.

It was the type of kiss that spoke of an endless reserve of passion. Of restraint and power, and yet it was filled with anticipation.

“What about—” I panted. “The kids?” I whispered as he backed me farther into the laundry room, a hungry look in his eyes.

“We’ll just have to be quiet,” he said. “And get creative.” He smirked.

“I can be creative,” I said, his words calming my nerves and putting my earlier fears to rest. “I have a very active imagination.”

“Mm.” He stared at my lips, his hands gripping my hips. “I bet you do. But do you think you can keep from screaming my name when I’m buried deep inside you?”

I sucked in a sharp breath, my core overflowing with need. “I-I can try.”

“Good,” he rasped, lifting me onto the dryer. “Because I want you, Elle.”

Tristan’s words reverberated in my head as he kissed me.Me.He wantedme. Not anyone else. Not my sister. Though, she wasn’t an option, was she?

The voice in my head sounded like my mother’s, and she had no business being in this room. In this conversation. In this moment.

So I pushed away those thoughts and concentrated on Tristan. It wasn’t difficult. Especially not when he tugged my dress down, baring my breasts to him. I rubbed him through his pants, his cock growing even harder. We were needy and desperate. Reckless.

His mouth was on my breast. His breath warm. My skin grew even hotter with every pass of his tongue on my nipple. I needed him to touch me. I wanted to come almost as badly as I wanted to make him lose control.

I grazed the shell of his ear with my teeth. And when he hissed, gripping my thighs, I did it again. Delighting in his reaction.

I rasped into his ear, “Imagine how good it would feel to have my mouth on your cock.”

“Fuck, Elle.” He gripped my thighs and hissed.

When I licked the shell of his ear, he groaned, pushing my dress over my hips. “Trust me. Ihave. But right now—” He crouched before me, pushing my panties aside. “I need to taste you.”

He gently separated my folds, inspecting my pussy as if it were the most beautiful sight he’d ever beheld. His gaze was full of reverence and wonder, and I loved being the object of his focus. I loved the way he could make me feel. Worthy. Special.

He circled my clit, and my hips jerked in response. My body was like a live wire, attuned to even the lightest of touches.

“I love this piercing.”

“You’re the only one who’s seen it,” I blurted, desperate to please him.

I’d gotten my clit hood pierced soon after I’d gotten my tattoo. And I hadn’t slept with anyone since then. I’d been dying to see if it enhanced my pleasure during sex, and I had not been disappointed. Though I had a feeling the heightened sensations I’d experienced had more to do with Tristan than my piercing. Not just Tristan but the things he said, the way he talked to me. Touched me.

His eyes darkened, liquid heat blocking out the brown like a lunar eclipse. He teased the sensitive bundle of nerves, sending sparks of pleasure jolting through me.

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