He takes my face in his hands. “Why didn’t you tell me before about Anderson Media being in trouble?”
I run my hand down over his washboard stomach. “I didn’t want you to worry.”
“Stop it. We need to talk about this.” He pushes my hand away. “So . . . you took it all on yourself?”
“Tris.” I sigh. “From day one you have been my knight in shining armor. Just for once I wanted you to be proud of me.”
His eyes search mine. “I am proud of you; how could you ever think otherwise?”
I drop my head as sadness rolls in. “Because I’m not proud of myself for losing Wade’s company, and I don’t know how you could ever be.”
He pushes the hair back from my face as his eyes hold mine. “It’s your company too, Claire. Don’t forget that. Wade may have started it, but you have flown the flag for five years alone.”
Five years alone . . . just hearing those words brings tears to my eyes, and I blink to try to hide them.
I’ve felt so alone.
“Baby.” Tristan pulls me close and kisses my forehead. “Let me in, Claire. I don’t want you to have to go through anything alone anymore.” He takes my face in his hands and stares into my eyes. “Okay?”
I nod through tears.
His lips take mine with a tenderness that rips my heart wide open, and I tear up again.
I’ve missed my man.
I slide my hand down his boxer shorts and run my fingers through his pubic hair.
His eyes hold mine, and I take him in my hand and slowly stroke him. I feel the blood rushing around his body, his cock hardening, and I stroke him again.
Our eyes are locked.
This is when we are at our best. Alone in bed, under the covers. Nobody here but us and the love that we share. “I need you,” I murmur.
He takes my face in his hands and kisses me slowly. His tongue does a seductive dance against mine, waking my dormant body from its sleep.
I continue to slowly stroke him as he gets harder and harder. Our lips are locked. God, how did I think I could ever live without him?
No wonder my heart was broken. He makes it beat.
His fingers find the spot between my legs. “Open,” he breathes against my lips.
I roll onto my back and spread my legs, and he leans up onto his elbow beside me.
He slides two thick fingers deep inside me. My back arches in pleasure. “That’s it,” he breathes. “I know how to relax you, baby.”
His lips slowly take mine as he begins to pump me. The ripples of pleasure begin to build. I put my hands on his forearm as he works me, his movement getting rougher and rougher.
His dark eyes hold mine, and the bed begins to hit the wall with force.
Tristan Miles is the king of finger fucking. He gives it to me so good before we even get to the intercourse part. He has so much strength in his hand that I have no chance against him. No defense against his skill.
When he has me like this, he owns me.
Who am I kidding? He owns me wherever we are.
He pushes my legs back so they are bent against my chest, and he really lets me have it. The sound of my wet body sucking him in echoes throughout the room.
“Mmm,” I moan as he watches me. My eyes are rolled back in my head, and I hover somewhere in subspace. “I need you,” I pant. I grab the back of his head and drag him to me. “Fuck me,” I plead.