“Finished?” She’d barely set her fork down when he asked.
She drew a deep breath, and her eyes turned hazy. “I’m either finished or just getting started, depending on how you look at it.”
Bullet felt the blood leave the rest of his body and settle in his groin.
“Let’s go.” He stood and held his hand out to her.
“Do we need to let Piper know we’re leaving?”
“I think she knows, darlin’.”
Bullet watched the flush spread up her cheeks.
“I’ll walk you back…”
“I hope you plan to do more than that, Bullet.”
Oh, he did. Much more. Starting with picking her up, tossing her over his shoulder, and running up the hill to the cabin. Instead, he held her hand, and his breath, until they reached her cabin door.
Tristan reached for the doorknob, but couldn’t bring herself to open it. Instead she turned around. Bullet was so close, their bodies would soon fuse. Tristan stared into his eyes, and her cheeks warmed. “I want you to know, I don’t do this…”
With a quick nod, he pressed her up against the door. “I do.” He brushed his nose against her hair and trailed kisses down to her temple, her ear, her neck.
“Bullet, we should talk.”
His lips found hers, and oh, God, he tasted good. He slid his hand into her hair and slanted her head, nudging her lips open. His tongue pierced deeply, as his lips devoured hers. Tristan held on to his biceps, so hard and sexy, and pressed up against the flexing muscles in his chest. She could feel her effect on him as she pressed her body closer. The idea of having him inside her made her dizzy. She gripped his arms more tightly, her fingers digging into his flesh.
“We’ll talk later. Now open the door,” he demanded. Tristan turned her hand on the knob, and Bullet turned her into the cabin. His hand went back into her hair, clenching hard enough to hold her in a possessive embrace.
He tugged her hair, tipping her head back to gain access to her throat. He ran his tongue down farther, tasting her skin.
“Wait—”
“No. No more waiting.” Bullet brought his lips back to hers and delved his tongue in deeply. He wanted to consume her. All of her.
She groaned, igniting him further. His fingers hooked the strap of her bra through her shirt and released it in one quick motion. He slid his fingers along her buttons, releasing each as he went, until she stood before him, shirt open, bra drooping. She shimmied the shirt from her arms, and Bullet pulled her bra first off one arm then the other. He could see the outline of the curves of her breasts by the light of the moon through the window. But he wanted more.
He pulled her toward the bed and eased her against it. “Sit for me.” He walked to the nightstand and turned the low light of the lamp on. “I want to see you.”
He knelt on the floor, next to her, and cupped one breast with his hand. “And feel you.” Her eyes closed, and she leaned forward.
“Look at me. Watch me,” he demanded.
When her eyes reopened, he covered her taut nipple with his mouth. His tongue swirled around it, until it beaded. When she rested back on the bed, he followed. He ran his hand up the inside of her thigh and under her skirt. He eased her panties down and tossed them aside.
“I want to taste you.” He teased his tongue along her inner thigh, and up, licking as he went.
Tristan ran her fingers into his hair, holding him where he was, yet feeling as though she should stop him. She was naked; he remained fully clothed. Since the night in Crested Butte, when they’d sparred at the hot tub, she’d fantasized about seeing him naked again. She’d seen, then, but hadn’t been able to touch. Her fingers craved his body, his skin.
He stopped, as though he sensed what she was thinking. He stood between her legs, which hung off the end of the bed, and opened the pearl snaps on his shirt in one swoop. His gaze ran over her body while his hands rested on his belt buckle.
“Please hurry,” she gasped.
“Oh no, I’ve imagined this too many times to hurry through it.” He leaned forward and lifted her arms over her head. “Leave them there for me, so I can see you stretched out, waiting, welcoming me into you.”
She wanted to beg him to look later, but knew her protests would only result in him taking more time. He’d take what he wanted; that’s what he’d told her at dinner.
“I’ve thought about this since the night in the hot tub, fantasized about having your body laid out before me, so I could look and taste my fill.”