“Don’t stop. I want this.”
I rolled her onto her back and pressed my lips to hers—my tongue finding hers—exploring her mouth like I wanted to swallow down her words and store them in a secret place where I’d have them forever.
She reached between us, circling my cock and pulling her hand up to my crown then pressing it down on her clit. She lifted her head to look at me and her eyelids fluttered closed.
Adrenaline rushed through me at the thought that I got to make her feel so good and I shifted back onto my knees, grabbed my wallet from the bedside table, and pulled out a condom. Christ, I only had three. It wasn’t going to be enough.
She watched as I rolled it over my cock
“You’re beautiful,” I said.
“You’re beautiful,” she whispered.
I bent over her and pressed inside.
“More,” she sighed. “Deep.”
“More?” I asked. I was doing everything I could to hold back.
“I want you so, so deep.”
Fuck. Whatever self-control I had left dissolved and we locked eyes as I drove into her slow and oh so deep.
“Fuck, Parker, I think I’m going to pass out. You feel so good.”
She stroked her fingers up my back and I groaned.
“Everywhere you’re touching me. It feels . . . like I’m going to explode.”
I’d never felt anything like it. Yes, we were in a beautiful place, and yes, we’d had the most relaxing day. Yes, she had the perfect body and the perfect smile, but they couldn’t be the only reasons this felt so bloody fantastic. It wasn’t just good sex. This was something else I couldn’t put words around.
“I know,” she said. “How have we not done this before?”
I chuckled as I started to move over her. “I don’t know, but I’m not going to waste a single moment from now on.”
I was wondering whether Amazon Prime delivered here, and whether I could order an industrial-sized box of condoms. We were going to need it.
As I thrusted in a steady rhythm, Parker continued her exploration of my body. Her fingers pressed into my collarbones and over my pecs. Her feet swept up my thighs and over my arse.
I lifted her leg up and over my shoulder and groaned as I drove in again from a different angle.
“Just like that,” she whispered as I clenched my jaw, trying to fend off an orgasm charging toward me like an armed battalion. “Shit, Tristan.”
Her expression was panic and desire. I leaned forward, pressing my forehead to hers, wanting to reassure her that whatever she was feeling, I was right there with her.
“Tristan,” she called out. She began to tighten around my cock, and she dug her nails into my chest. “I’m—”
I kept pushing into her, wanting to prolong her pleasure, however painful it was for me. She arched into me and I was gone. I thrust up into her, wanting to get closer, deeper, wanting to share everything with her.
Her entire body shook beneath me. With my head bowed, I smoothed my hand over her legs, trying to soothe her. Eventually she stilled and I leaned and pressed a kiss to her lips.
“What was that?” she asked.
I rolled off her, discarded the condom, and pulled her toward me, our bodies intertwined as we continued to settle and subdue each other.
I couldn’t answer her. Whatever we just shared was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before.
“That was honeymoon sex,” I said.
Twenty-Three
Parker
I shuffled out of the bathroom like a ninety-year-old who’d lost her Zimmer frame. “You’ve broken me.” We’d done nothing for the last thirty-six hours other than have sex, sleep, eat if we remembered, chug glasses of water, and have more sex.
In bed. In the shower for two. In the plunge pool. On the sofa. Back in the bed.
Tristan chuckled. “I have to admit, I’m exhausted. It’s like our own version of circuits.”
“It’s a lot better than circuits. Although my body would disagree with me right now.”
“You want to leave the room?” Tristan asked as I lifted the sheet and scooted into his arms—one of my favorite places to be.
“I mean, no. But if we don’t, I think I might endure permanent damage.”
“We could go and sit out by the pool. That way we’d be forced to—”
“Your penis would be forced under cover and I’d be safe?”
“For a while at least.”
“I should catch up on emails.” It was the first time I’d thought about work since the wedding.
“I think that’s the last thing you should do,” he replied. “Let’s get out of here and go have some fun.” He threw back the sheet and I watched while he got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. Sutton was right, Tristan was like a page out of an anatomy textbook.
“I’m getting in the shower.” He narrowed his eyes. “Alone. You’re going to stay there until I get out. Then you’re getting in the shower. And then we’re both going to leave this hotel room and go find something to do that’s not sexy and just about having fun.”