Under the Table(46)
“I can’t hold back much longer,” he ground out.
“I don’t want you to.” She panted as he pushed her down onto the bed, and kissed her all the way back to the pillows, where her head came to rest.
She opened herself to him and he thrust himself deep inside her. Both their worlds went still. Tristan hovered over her, staring down at her intently.
“Am I doing something wrong?” Zoey asked, grabbing onto his arms and wriggling beneath him.
“I want to remember you like this forever.”
There wasn’t a single part of her that didn’t feel the impact of the heartfelt wonderment written on his face. The affection in his voice, the passion in his eyes. She could already feel herself starting to tingle, in the deepest recesses of her soul.
Then she wrapped a leg around him and smiled.
It was all the encouragement he needed. They began a different kind of dance. The kind that left her reeling.
Chapter 19
Several condoms and a surprisingly refreshing sleep later, Zoey was awakened to the scent of coffee. Her eyes fluttered open, adjusted to the daylight, and found Tristan sitting on the bed beside her, a steaming mug in his hand. He had showered and thrown on a pair of shorts but nothing else. He was as sexy in the light of day as he was the night before.
“Did I overstay my welcome?” she asked, snuggling under the covers, and the coffee smell mixed with the intoxicating scent of him on her pillow. She ran her tongue over her teeth and resisted the urge to dash off to his bathroom to brush her teeth with toothpaste and her finger.
“Not at all,” he replied, taking a sip out of the mug. “I was taking a minute to enjoy watching you sleep.”
If anyone else had said that to her, it might’ve sounded creepy. But Tristan was just basking in the same afterglow she was also feeling. Never before had Zoey been treated to lovemaking that was completely about her. Her comfort, her desire, her pleasure. All his enjoyment was derived from watching and taking part in hers. It took intimacy to a whole new level. Her orgasms were shattering and he was left shuddering for minutes after his. The memory alone was enough to set her skin ablaze all over again. For him, it was new and amazing, and she found herself getting caught up in it. She wanted him to feel appreciated too. It wasn’t just sex with Tristan. It was lovemaking, in every sense of the word. She couldn’t remember the last time it all felt so real.
“When I woke up and saw you next to me I couldn’t believe it. Part of me thought it was a dream.”
“I must look a wreck,” she said, sitting up and running a hand through her tousled hair. Muscles that had long gone unused voiced protest. She gingerly wrapped the sheets halfway around her. It wasn’t something she did out of modesty, but she knew that tone of his voice. A thorough sexing was sure to follow. He may have time he wanted to make up for, but she needed to try and ensure that they rested for a while. She needed to build up some stamina. She eyed his coffee, and without saying a word, Tristan held out his mug.
Zoey wrapped both hands around the cup and blew at the hot brew within it. Tristan reached out and tucked a wayward lock of her hair behind her ear. Then he brushed his hand across her cheek and cupped her face, tilting her head up to meet his gaze.
“You are so beautiful,” he told her tenderly, each word perfectly enunciated, “in every way.”
He sounded sincere, which only served to embarrass her. False flattery she could handle. There was nothing false about Tristan.
“I think you need this more than I do.” She thrust the coffee back in his direction, trying to laugh the statement off.
“Not before you have some.” He smiled, then looked serious. “Unless you want a cup of your own?”
“Now we’re going to worry about swapping germs? I think that ship has sailed.” Zoey giggled and brought the cup to her mouth. She peered at him from above the rim and marveled. He liked his coffee the exact same way she did, not too light, not too sweet.
“Any regrets this morning?” Tristan asked, again in all seriousness.
“Just that I wish I hadn’t ditched my yoga when I moved up here,” she responded, blushing. “You?”
“One big one. All the time I wasted fighting how I felt about you. It’s probably time I come clean about Kristin as well. I only asked her out to try and get you out of my head.”
“And if I didn’t feel so honor bound to get through this year before insisting on my divorce, I would’ve made my feelings known a lot sooner too.”
Silence lingered. She had just introduced the elephant in the room. But pretending Derek didn’t exist wasn’t going to make him go away. The timing, however, after their first night together, was awful. Zoey was new at this too.
“Regret is a wasted emotion.” She handed the coffee back to him, followed by winding her hand around his neck and pulling him in for a long, lingering kiss. Her morning rituals could wait. He had already made her take leave of all her senses, and she was more than willing to throw morning mouth slime onto the pile. His breath was sweet and fresh and she couldn’t care less. His fingertips traced up along her spine and weaved into her hair. He shifted and pulled her closer to him. His kiss deepened, had turned greedy in the need to plunder her mouth. Screw resting and stamina building. Whenever his lips touched hers, it triggered her want for more of him. All of him.