He leans back, resting an arm across the back of the loveseat. “I have a summer house down there.”
My eyebrows fly up. Again, I shouldn’t be surprised. I shift in my seat. “So this is no big deal then.”
Tristan leans forward and takes my glass, setting them both in a recessed holder on the table beside us. Then he takes my hand in both of his and lifts it to his lips, pressing a slow, soft kiss to my knuckles. “Believe me. This is a very big deal. Taking you to Miami is perfect. This whole day is perfect. You know why?”
A tingle races up my arm, my body hyper-aware of how close we are. I can’t seem to form words, so I just shake my head.
“Because it’s just you and me. I’ve been waiting for this moment for weeks, Megan. And not because I want to catch you off guard and make you lose control—though, don’t get me wrong,” he adds with a naughty grin that makes my breath hitch, “I very much want to make you lose control. But for now, I just want to spend time with you. Get to know you.”
Heart. Melted.
Tristan kiss
es my hand again, then twines his fingers through mine as he leans back in his seat, his dark, intense gaze never leaving mine.
The plane begins to rumble and move beneath us, and soon we’re in the air. I settle in my seat, and it feels totally natural when his pulls me against his side. I breathe him in, my blood rushing through my body, thrumming with anticipation. I have no idea what’s in store for this date, but it’s already the best one I’ve ever been on, and we’ve just gotten started.
11
Tristan
Megan’s eyes glitter with excitement as she spins in a circle in the pool, looking all around us. “I can’t believe this, Tristan,” she gushes. “This feels like a dream.”
She’s like a dream. So fucking gorgeous. I can’t get enough of her.
I stand from where I’m sitting on the ledge in the pool at the Fontainebleau Hotel and walk toward her, setting my hands on her shoulders and turning her toward me in the turquoise water. I feel the shiver run through her, and I love that I’m the one making her feel this way. I can tell how she’s fighting the obvious attraction between us.
She feels it, too. That’s what’s important. I might want to rip her bikini off her right now and sink inside her, but I’m a patient man. I also want to do this right.
“Want to relax in the cabana?” I ask, tilting my head in the direction of the private cabana off to the side of the pool. It’s got everything we could need for an afternoon at the pool. Snacks, drinks, towels, a huge TV, a state of the art sound system—and condoms.
Megan shakes her head and wades a little closer to me in the water that’s lapping at our waists. “Why waste this? I mean, when are we ever going to have a pool like this all to ourselves again?”
I want to tell her that if she chooses me, I can give her anything she could possibly want, including a private pool anywhere in the world, but I hold it back. I might be one of the richest young billionaires in the world, but I don’t throw it around just to get ahead.
“Sounds like a plan, princess.” I take Megan’s hand and lead her back to the ledge I was sitting on and we kick back, soaking up the sun. I let my eyes wander over her body as she leans back with her eyes closed, her face tilted up to the sky. I love that I have her all to myself.
Unable to resist, I reach over and run a finger across her collarbone. Fuck, it would be so easy to slip my hand down inside her top, stroke her nipple to a hard peak, get her wet and begging for me. But I told myself I wouldn’t push too far, too fast. I’m going to earn this. And once I do, I’ll savor every second of my victory.
She looks up at me, her eyes wide and teasing. “Ready to knock out your third virgin already, Tristan?”
I chuckle and shake my head. “Tell me, Megan,” I say, cocking my head. “Why are you here? Why are you doing this?” I gesture with my hand, indicating all of this, meaning the whole show.
She looks away quickly and plasters a big smile on her face. “The same reason any girl would. I’m hoping I can find The One.” I can practically hear the insincerity in her voice, and when her eyes dart around the near-deserted pool deck, I realize why. She’s saying it for the benefit of the nearby camera crew.
She doesn’t believe that’s why she’s here any more than I do. Just like I thought last night when I decided to look her up and find out more. I don’t say anything, though. No need to call her out on camera.
Maya appears out of nowhere, like she has a creepy-ass habit of doing, and tells us they need to get some pictures of us for the website to promote the episode.
At first, I want to complain about her edging in on my space, being as much of a cock-blocker as Chase was this morning. But then I realize these aren’t just any pictures they want. They want some sexy, dirty pictures, and I grin. I am so down with that.
Following the crew’s directions, I pose with Megan, pulling her close and slipping a hand down the back of her bikini bottoms to cup her firm ass. Her breath catches, and I can feel her nipples perk up against my chest.
They give her some instructions as well, and the next thing I know, her soft hands are running up and down my chest, teasing and stroking until I’m fighting off a hard-on with everything I’ve got. I’m sure that’s just what they want on their website. A giant tent in my pants as I feel up Megan. I laugh at the thought.
“What’s so funny?” Megan whispers, pulling back slightly and looking up at me through her lashes. Fuck, that innocent look is so damn sexy.
I take advantage of the moment and don’t answer her, instead threading my fingers through her hair, gripping the back of her neck. Her fingers constrict on my chest, her nails digging in, and I hear the crew go a little crazy. I know how fucking hot this must look. Because she’s looking at me right now with so much pent-up desire that we’re practically radiating sexual tension. Like we’re about to fuck right here in front of them all.