The VIP Room(59)

I knew he was right. I was sorely tempted to ask him to stay, but even I knew that was a bad idea. So when he stood up from the couch, I walked him to the front door.

Before he left, he turned and pressed a kiss to my forehead. My heart fluttered at the sweet gesture.

“Let me know what you decide,” he murmured, his lips brushing my temple. “Goodnight, Noelle.” Pulling away, he brushed the same tendril of hair away from my cheek and then went out the door.

Shutting it after him, I leaned against the wood. His scent lingered in my entry way and I was already filled with regret.

I remembered what Ryan said when he broke up with me. That he needed someone more exciting, more fun. My self-esteem had taken a major hit. I’d been devastated. I didn’t do anything remotely adventurous until last Saturday night when I met Tristan. I’d taken a chance and even though it might’ve been rough to start, he made my stomach flutter, even when I was furious at him. He made me feel breathless and I hadn’t felt that way in a long time. Perhaps never, now that I thought about it.

For once, I decided to make an impulsive decision. I wanted to do something a little crazy, something with consequences if it didn’t work out. But at least I could say I tried. At least, I wouldn’t feel this pounding, frantic regret in the pit of my stomach later down the road.

Fumbling with the door, I rushed out onto my porch. Tristan was just getting into the driver’s seat of his car, but when he saw me coming out to meet him, he paused and straightened.

Striding up to him, I saw him raise a brow before I reached up and pulled his head down to me. Our lips met. Tristan’s surprise lasted only a few seconds before he groaned and pulled me against the length of his body, cupping his hands around my hips.

He felt so good. He tasted so good. I wound my hands in his dark, thick hair, bringing him closer. That constant underlying tension between us sparked and caught a blaze.

This thing between us could backfire at any moment. I knew that. And yet, I couldn’t stop kissing him.

When we finally broke away, breathing hard and clothes wrinkled, he murmured, “Is that your answer?”

“Yes,” I whispered, smiling.

“Good.” He kissed me again before pulling away. “How about tomorrow night?”

“You don’t waste any time, do you?”

“No.” He gave a shameless grin. “I don’t want to give you the chance to change your mind.”

“I won’t. Promise,” I told him softly. “And tomorrow night sounds great.”

That familiar look stole over his face. That look that gave me shivers and flutters and made me feel warm. That look that said I was in trouble when it came to this man…

“Good,” he whispered.

And then he kissed me again.





Chapter 11





The kiss soon turned heated. The night air was chilly against my bare arms, but Tristan pressed me closer to him and I forgot about it. I was surrounded by his warmth, that was all I needed.

He was irresistible to me. I was quickly figuring that out. Even when I’d been hurt and upset, there was still that desire for him whenever we were together. Like magnets. Polar opposites that still came together.

I told myself that sex would be a bad idea tonight, especially when he’d just asked me out to a ‘business dinner.’ It didn’t stop the warmth from pooling between my thighs at the feel of his body against mine. It didn’t stop my rapidly increasing heartbeat or the soft moans that fell from my lips as he stroked my tongue with his own.

Tristan was responding. He was hard against me, long and thick. A tortured groan escaped him when I rolled my hips into his cock. He pulled away. “We shouldn’t do this, Noelle.” Even as he said the words, I could see the torn expression on his features. He was desperate for me…and desperation was one thing I’d never thought I’d see on Tristan.

Fuck it, I thought. I was already doing this. I was already risking a lot.

“I want you though,” I whispered, tugging at his tie. “Come inside.”

He moaned and, after a brief moment of hesitation, he followed me back to my house. Once in the entry way, after I closed the front door and locked up for the night, his lips returned to mine and he grabbed a fistful of my hair, tilting my head back so he could have complete and total control. Gasping, I allowed it…was aroused by it. This was a man who did things his way…who knew what he wanted and took it. I was only too happy to surrender to him.

His kiss was hungry, ravenous. He delved into my mouth, stroking every inch with his tongue, before nibbling on my bottom lip. Damn, this man could kiss. I could get addicted to kisses like this. And the rational part of my mind told me that becoming addicted, craving this, might not be a good thing.

My shirt was dropped onto the floor. My jeans followed until I was just in a simple black bra and my underwear.

We were heading to the living room, but the thought of having sex on my grandmother’s couch made me cringe, so I led him instead to my bedroom, just down the hall. Tristan brought his head up from my lips to look around my room, but I didn’t give him much time before I turned greedy again.

My hands pushed away his suit jacket and fumbled with the buttons of his shirt before I let out a frustrated moan. Tristan grinned and swatted my hands away playfully. “I’ll get these. You work on my slacks.”