Slow Play (The Rules #3)(73)

His brows go up. “Is there an us?”

“I think so,” I say slowly, my heart knocking against my ribs. “Don’t you?”

Tristan is quiet for so long he makes me nervous. Or should I say—more nervous. I can feel him, his erection pressing against my belly, large and insistent. Nerves claw at my insides at what we’re about to do. There’s no going back. Once we have actual sex, the next moments are telling.

Will he stick around? Or will he bail? Tristan of the past would totally bail. But Tristan of the past also would never spend as much time with a girl as long as he’s done with me.

At least, this is according to Kelli.

“I think so too,” he finally says, just as carefully.

My smile is tremulous. And my heart is full of utter relief. “Open the bedside table drawer,” I tell him quietly.

He reaches over me, his chest in my face, his hard cock rubbing against my stomach, leaving a damp, sticky trail. Pulling open the drawer, he looks inside and starts to laugh. “How many do you think we’ll need?”

Condoms rain all around my head and bounce onto the pillow, making me laugh. “They were a gift from Kelli,” I answer.

“Really?” He grabs the majority of them off the pillow and throws them back into the drawer, pushing it shut. The few that remain he gathers up and sets on top of the bedside table. “She must think we’re in for a major sex fest.”

I go hot and shaky at the mere thought of indulging in a major sex fest with Tristan. “That’s not a bad idea.”

Slowly he readjusts and then thrusts, his cock coming closer to my entrance. “Agreed,” he murmurs, leaning in for a kiss.

I dodge him and he growls in frustration. “I need to tell you where she got all those condoms.”

“Who cares?” He starts to kiss my neck again, his mouth wet and hot, his tongue licking at my skin, making me shiver.

“She found them in Conrad’s closet.” I trace random patterns on Tristan’s chest, playing with the chest hair that grows in between his pecs. He’s so deliciously manly, I can’t get over having him in my bed. Between my legs.

Tristan goes still, slowly lifting his head. “What was she doing in Conrad’s closet? And how many condoms does he need?”

I giggle. “That’s the thing. He never brings any girls around, yet he’s beyond prepared. And I have no clue why Kelli was in his closet. I don’t think I want to know.”

“Probably not,” he mutters before he kisses me again. His tongue slides around mine, circles it, just like his hips move against mine, too. I moan into his mouth, my hands landing on his perfect ass, tugging him closer. I want him inside me. Now.

I’m tired of waiting. I know exactly what I want.

Tristan.

Damn, this girl feels good, wrapped all around me, her long legs curved around mine. She draws her heel up and down, along my calf, heat shooting through my veins at the simple touch. My cock presses against her stomach, more than ready to plunge inside her but I need to take my time.

I need to make sure she’s ready.

Another difference with Alexandria versus other women I’ve been with—we’re into foreplay. Like, long extended foreplay that drives the both of us wild. Not that I was anti-foreplay with anyone else. More like I was always speedy, eager to get on with the f*cking.

With Alexandria, I want to savor it. Take my time. Explore every inch of her pretty body and become acquainted with it intimately.

Intimate. There’s a word I never associated with any other woman before. Intimacy makes me uncomfortable. Just hearing the word would make me run as fast and as far as I could.

Weird, it doesn’t bother me when I think of Alexandria.

Overwhelmed with my need for her, I devour her mouth, making her moan low in her throat. I slide down her body so I can taste her everywhere. Her neck, her collarbone, her breasts. Those puffy, pink nipples that stand at attention just for me. The gentle slope of her stomach, the dip of her navel, her hips, her thighs, her knees, her feet, they all receive my attention, until she’s a squirming, panting mess.

I save the best for last, spreading her thighs wide so I can lick and suck at her *. She’s unbelievably wet, her folds glistening, her clit swollen. I suck it between my lips and she writhes, her hands in my hair, her words incomprehensible.

I’m driving my girl out of her mind.

Shifting away from her *, I rear up, grab a condom and tear into the wrapper, leaning back on my haunches so I can slip the ring of rubber onto the tip. She watches with uncontained fascination, licking her lips, her gaze locked on my cock like she can’t freaking wait for it to be inside her. Hottest shit ever, right there. I’d stroke one off in front of her too but not today.

Today it’s my turn to finally get inside her sweet *.

Once the condom is on, I bend over her, one hand braced on the mattress beside her head, the other wrapped around the base of my cock as I trace it along her folds. She arches into me, her hand going to my wrist like she needs to hold onto something tight, and her eyes squeeze shut.

“You want it?” I’m taunting her. Teasing her. Teasing myself. I watch as I drag my cock through all that shiny pink flesh, brushing the tip against her clit, shifting down so it’s poised right at her entry. One thrust and I’m in. One push and I’ll be perfectly embedded in that sexy body of hers.