Crash Into Me(23)

He had other ideas, though. Pressing his palms against the tops of my thighs, he stopped me from grinding against him, and I moaned a needy sound into his mouth. God, I wanted him!

His thumbs slid under the bottom of my panties and touched my bare skin, making my thighs quiver in anticipation. Dragging the pads of his thumbs up and down over my *, he was careful to avoid my swollen clit, driving me mad with desire.

"Please don't tease me, Tristan," I whispered breathlessly next to the corner of his mouth.

"I want to make you feel good, Nina."

I so desperately wanted that too. Kissing his neck, I moaned my need into his warm skin, so soft beneath my lips.

"Sir, I have completed the task you assigned," a man's voice intoned from somewhere in the room.

Shocked that we weren't alone, I popped upright and looked around. "What was that?"

Leaning his head back, Tristan spoke toward the ceiling. "Rogers, thank you. That will be all for tonight." Facing me again, he smiled. "Maybe we should move this somewhere more private."

Torn out of the mood, I was disoriented. I'd thought this was private.

Tristan kissed me again and I knew instantly Rogers' interruption hadn't dampened his mood any. Lifting me off him, he stood and took my hand. "Follow me."

I did and he led me to one of the bedrooms. It was masculine, with dark woods and deep brick red decor, but I had no idea if it was the one he called his. The room appeared too perfect, as if no one had ever slept there before, but he seemed comfortable as he turned around to face me, still holding my hand.

"We won't be interrupted in here. Come."

He stood looking at me, his eyes tinged with the apprehension I'd seen earlier when he'd walked into The Last Drop. As if I'd deny him or myself the experience that was to come.

I wanted to look away, uneasy at what he might be thinking, but I couldn't. Was he unsure of his choice to bring me here? We were so different and from such different worlds. Maybe it was wrong.

Tristan slipped out of his suit jacket and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, each opening exposing more of his body. I watched wide-eyed, wanting so much to see what each button's absence would reveal. Finally, he tugged the bottom of his shirt out of his pants and released the last button. Beneath were abs so defined I had to hold back from extending my hand to run my fingertips over his skin. A sexy, thin trail of dark brown hair led from his navel and disappeared behind his pants.

"Nina, tell me what you're thinking," he commanded in a deep voice dripping in sensuality.

What I was thinking? I didn't dare tell him the thoughts in my mind at that moment. That I wanted to begin kissing him at his neck and drag my lips over his body until they gave my mind proof of the reality of those abs. That the one true urge coursing through my body at the moment was to then drop to my knees and take the hard cock that had pressed against my clit into my mouth as I looked up at him to see how my worshipping him made him feel.

My mouth was dry and my breath was heavy. I whispered hoarsely, "I can't."

He slid the shirt off his shoulders to reveal a tattoo that began just above his heart and trailed all the way down his left arm to his elbow. It was stunning and accentuated the muscular ridges of his body. My eyes were riveted to the design, two black and grey copperhead snakes that formed an inverted heart shape and blended into a tribal tattoo that covered his shoulder and ran down his arm over his powerful bicep.

Stepping toward me, he brushed a wisp of hair from my face. "Where is that honesty I love, Nina?"

The honesty he loved terrified me almost as much as he did.