Shame (Ruin 3)

“Really?” His voice was hoarse from sleep. “You wake me up just to turn me on? Thanks, Lisa, really, I appreciate that. Not like I’ve had enough shock to my body these last few days.”

“Sleep with me.”

“Okay.” He moved next to me, his muscled body moving to lie down on the bed.

“Not like that.” I was thankful it was night.

His eyes squinted together, and then all of a sudden widened. In an instant, his mouth was on mine, and his shirt was on the floor.

“That was fast.” I laughed against his lips.

“I’ve wanted you since the first day I saw you, and damn if I’m ever going to let someone come between us again.”

I let out a hoarse cry as his tongue plunged into my mouth, his hands sliding up my body, lifting my hospital gown. Pausing, he whispered, “Sorry, I’m being rough, and you did just get shot.”

“Stop talking!” I tugged at his jeans.

With a curse, he jumped off the bed and threw them to the floor then joined me again, totally naked.

“Later…” I arched beneath his touch. “…I’ll stare at your sexy body later, Dr. Blake, but right now, I need you. I need you so bad.”

“I’m right here.” He kissed me hard against the mouth, again and again, slanting at a different angle as if he couldn’t get enough of me.

Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Tristan!”

“I thought I was Dr. Blake,” he teased, his hands sliding across my hips, and then, I felt him.

My body shuddered with pleasure.

“Ah, so she likes calling me Dr. Blake.” He inched into me.

I clutched his shoulders, digging in with my fingers as his mouth moved to my neck.

“Why are you going so slow?” I whimpered, my body tightening, threatening to explode, wanting to move against him but afraid to do anything.

“Say it again.”

“What?”

“Say my name.”

“Tristan.”

“Wrong name.” He started pulling away.

I gripped his shoulders and moaned, “Dr. Blake,” just as he plunged all the way into me. My head fell back against the pillows as a lone tear ran down my face.

CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO

Finally… I found peace. In the arms of someone who looked at me like I was his air. —Lisa

Tristan

“YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL.” I could barely speak, but she needed to hear it. “And I love you more…” I moved within her. “…and more…” She gasped. “…with every passing day.” Her body tightened around me. “And I’m never letting you go. For as long as I live, I’m never letting you go.”

“Are you promising me forever?”