Undeniable Love (Journey of Love 2)

Holy crap. I had forgotten how freaking amazing his body was. He had just the right amount of muscles. Shutting the door, Tristan began talking about the food as he walked toward me.

His abs. Oh lord almighty, his six-pack abs were moving in my direction. Licking my lips, I wanted to lick every inch of his body.

Get it together Kathryn Webster. Get. It. Together.

Stopping in front of me, Tristan looked at me. “What’s wrong?”

His hair was wet and his emerald eyes pierced my baby blues. It should be a sin to be this good looking. I forgot how to talk.

“Ryn?”

My mouth fell open and I attempted to talk. The pressure between my hips was beginning to push the pain in my ankle way, far away. Or it was the pain meds I took. Either way, I was feeling like I was floating on a cloud of pure delight.

“Mmm . . .”

My stomach growled. “Damn, baby, sit back down and I’ll get your tacos ready for you.”

He called me baby. Something about Tristan calling me baby had my heart slamming against my chest and my stomach taking a deep dive south. I wonder if it would be too much to ask him if I could get a side of hot sex with those tacos?

“I need you.” Tristan’s head snapped up and looked at me. “Um, I mean I need a shower. I need to take a shower,” I mumbled as I attempted to pull my eyes from Tristan’s body.

Tristan looked at me like I was crazy as he asked, “Right now?”

Nodding my head, I said, “Yep. Right. Now.”

Tristan set the bag of tacos down and then walked into the kitchen. Grabbing the crutches, he brought them back out to me.

“Ohh . . . that’s right. I forgot I had used those earlier.”

Tristan gave me a smile that melted my heart. “Those pain meds kicking in, Ryn?”

Grinning back, I whispered, “I’d say.”

Handing me the crutches, I slowly made my way back to the master bathroom as Tristan followed. Once I got in there, the room started spinning. Tristan was by my side in less than a second.

His arms twisted around me and I instantly felt like I was in heaven. “Shit. Those pain meds really have you loopy, baby.”

Turning, I took in a deep breath. Tristan smelled so damn good. There were so many things I had forgotten I loved about him. His smile. Okay, that I didn’t forget. His touch, the smell of his body after he took a shower. The way my body hummed when Tristan laughed.

Ugh. I hate him.

Leaning closer, I decided I could take one more smell. Then I’d go back to hating him.

“Ryn, are you going to be able to do this? I should wrap up your ankle so the bandage doesn’t get wet.”

Looking down at my ankle and then to the shower, I shrugged. “How hard could it be?”

Tristan guided me to the small chair that was pushed into the vanity. “Here, wait here while I go get a trash bag.”

Spinning on his heels, he left the bathroom and I sat there for a few minutes. Wow. How many pain pills did I take? I was going to have to ask Tristan if I was supposed to take one or two. I’m pretty sure I took one. Maybe I took two? Wait. Did I take three?

Shaking my head, I chuckled. “No, I wouldn’t be stupid enough to take three. Would I?”

After having a brief conversation with myself out loud, I reached down and pulled the shirt off my head and tossed it to the floor. My bra went next. It was then I noticed I had only been in my panties.

Huh. How did I not notice that before? Wiggling my ass back and forth, I managed to slip them off and down my legs.

Whoa. There goes the room spinning again.

I stood and stared at the large walk-in shower. I was about to walk toward it when I remembered I was waiting for Tristan and a plastic bag. I also remembered I just stripped myself down to no clothes.

“Fuck,” I whispered as I reached down for my panties and shirt. My ankle was throbbing as I hopped around and sat back down on the chair. Carefully lifting my left leg, I slipped my panties on.

Shit. Shit. Shit. I heard Tristan walking through the bedroom. My heart raced when I realized he was going to walk in and see me sitting here, almost naked. Looking up right when he walked through the door, I saw his face. He slowly licked his lips as his eyes traveled over my body. When his mouth opened some, I was almost positive I heard him moan. Or whimper. Whimpering would be better. Yeah, I like whimpering. Serves his ass right. Get a good look at what you walked away from.

“Um . . .”

“I forgot you needed to wrap my ankle, I was just going to jump in,” I said as I tried not to look at him.

“Ryn, how many pills did you take?”

Looking back at him, I touched the base of my neck as I tried to think of how many pills I took. “I don’t remember.”

He closed his eyes and moved closer to me. “Shit. I should have remembered to tell you to only take one. Then with the morphine they gave you last night, you’re probably feeling pretty good right now, huh?”

An idea popped into my head. I knew what I was about to do was wrong on so many levels, but I had the perfect excuse. I was high on drugs. Kind of.

Smiling my most seductive smile, I bit down on my lower lip. “I guess you could say I’m feeling pretty good.”

Tristan’s eyes widened before he looked away and dropped to his knees. He gently lifted my ankle and began wrapping the plastic bag around it. Tying it on good, he leaned back onto his heels and smiled. “No water should get in. I’ve got it on pretty damn good.”

I went to stand and really did feel dizzy. Tristan reached out for me. “I don’t think I can stand in there alone, Tristan.”

“Ahh . . .” I couldn’t tell if the idea of being in the shower with me made him happy or scared the hell out of him.

My lower lip trembled as I asked, “Please? Everything is spinning and I feel so funny.”

“Um . . . yeah, no.”

My heart dropped the moment he said no. Nodding, I whispered, “Okay, I’ll make it work.” Slipping my panties off the best I could, I reached for a crutch. I let out a small scream when Tristan reached down and lifted me up. He began walking me into the shower and I fought like hell not to smile.

“I didn’t mean no, I wouldn’t help you. I meant . . . I don’t know what I meant, Ryn. Let’s just get you cleaned up.”

It wasn’t lost on me that Tristan had kept his sleeping pants on. A part of me was glad he did. I wasn’t sure what I would’ve done if I had seen his dick.

Oh. My. God. What is wrong with me? Get it together, Ryn.

Getting the water to the perfect temperature, Tristan moved me into the water. He had lifted my ankle and set it on the bench seat. “Does that hurt?”

Slowly shaking my head, I whispered, “No.”

I reached for the soap and washcloth, but Tristan took it from me. Before I could stop him, he had the washcloth moving over my body. My heart was slowly breaking all over again when reality hit me. He was only taking care of me because I sprained my ankle. He felt responsible for taking care of me. Maybe I should have had Dodge come down.

Closing my eyes, I tried to just enjoy the few moments I had with Tristan. He slowly moved the washcloth over my body, cleaning me so tenderly as if another part of my body would break if he went too fast. Tristan squatted down as he cleaned both my legs. Glancing up, his eyes caught mine. Since my left ankle was sitting on top of the bench I was spread open to him. Tristan ran the washcloth up my right leg and I felt my body shudder as he grew closer to the area of my body that pulsed with desire.

Swallowing hard, Tristan began to clean between my legs. Biting down on my lip, I fought like hell to not let out a moan.

Then he withdrew the washcloth and I internally screamed out no. He stood and rinsed the washcloth off before he grabbed the removable showerhead and began rinsing me off. When the warm water hit between my legs, I sucked in a breath.

“Sorry,” Tristan whispered as he quickly pulled it away. I shook my head and wanted

to beg him to not stop. Hell, I wanted him to take me right there in the shower. Fuck the sprained ankle, I’d be able to push through the pain to feel Tristan buried inside of me.

Turning the water off, Tristan turned to me. “Let me get a towel and dry you off.”

Jumping out of the shower, he stripped out of his pants and wrapped a towel around himself so fast I didn’t even get to see a thing. I wanted to stomp my foot on the ground.

Then he reached in and took my foot down and helped me out of the shower. He dried off every inch of my body and then took the plastic bag off my foot. “Sit down, baby. I’ll grab you some clothes.”

Nodding my head, I sat down. As soon as he left the room, I let the tears fall. Maybe Tristan had found something with Sierra. Or maybe I had pushed him away for too long and he . . . he wasn’t interested anymore.

I thought back to the other day on the beach when I ran into him. He seemed like he wanted me back, but maybe I was reading everything wrong. So many emotions ran through my head and I couldn’t make sense of any of it. Wrapping my arms around my body, I attempted to stop my shivering.

Why did I have to be in love with Tristan still? Why?