“Are you, uh, hungry or anything?”

Tristan rested her hand on his bare chest. “No. Not hungry. Why don’t you take the rest of your clothes off?”

Bullet leaned forward and shrugged his arms out of the shirt he’d left unbuttoned.

Both her hands came forward, resting on his shoulders, easing him back. They trailed slowly over his abdomen, to the waistband of his jeans. When she leaned against him and brushed her cheek against the line of hair that ran from his navel to where her hand crept, he groaned again. “Tristan…”

Without a reply, she unsnapped his jeans. Bullet shuddered as her touch skimmed over his boxer briefs. “Time to take these off too.”

Bullet wrapped his hand in her hair. “Wait.”

“I don’t want to wait, Bullet.” She lifted her head to look at him, her eyes soft, but heavily lidded.

“Let me get these off.” Bullet pulled his jeans and briefs down in one swoop and tossed them aside.

He caught her around the waist and turned her until she rested against the mattress where he’d been moments before. “God damn, woman. What you do to me.” He moved over her until he could feel her naked skin against his.

“Bullet.”

Moments ago all he could see in his mind was himself in a frenzy, getting inside her as quickly as he could. Now, he wanted to take his time, make her feel as desperate for him as he felt for her.

He took her mouth with his, slow and deep. When she moaned, he scattered soft kisses on her ribs, moved down, and dipped his tongue in her navel. He breathed deeply, loving that her natural scent was overpowering the smell of soap from her shower.

Tristan tangled her fingers in the sheets and pulled at them, as though she was pulling at him to hurry. He looked to the side and saw the reflection of their bodies in the mirrored closet door.

“Look,” he told her.

When she did, she spotted the condom he left on the bedside table. She ripped it open with her teeth and handed it to him. She came up on her elbows, but fell back when he moved over her.

Her broken cry echoed through the spacious hotel room when he slid inside her. Her hands flew to his shoulders, the nails digging in as she tried to urge him closer, faster.

“I take what I want, remember that.” Bullet kept his pace slow and even. Her body arched, and she turned her head to the side. “Look at me, Tristan. I need to see your fac

e.” Her eyes met his, and her body shivered. “That’s it, darlin’. Come for me.”

Teeth clenched, muscles straining, Bullet held off as long as he could, but seeing that look on her face, the one he was addicted to, did him in.

He rolled onto his back and brought her up next to him.

“You’re such a cuddler,” she teased.

“Tristan, I…”

“Shh. It’s okay. We don’t have to talk right now.”

But he wanted to. When her eyes met his, right there, he knew he’d never love anyone the way he loved Tristan. Heart and soul. Forever and ever. But she still wasn’t ready to hear it.

He had a few hours before he had to head over to the Thomas and Mack Center for the first round of bull riding. Maybe he’d close his eyes for a few minutes.

He was snoring. Tristan couldn’t believe it. Bullet never snored. He sounded so cute. The more time she spent with him, the more she realized she’d actually fallen in love with him. The time they were apart, the distance between them, had made her think she just missed him. But being with him now, watching him as he slept so soundly, made obvious what she couldn’t see before.

Thinking about leaving in just a few days and being apart until December, she wasn’t sure how she’d stand it. Maybe she should invite him to her family’s Thanksgiving dinner. But he probably wouldn’t want to be away from his family. And what about his kids? Surely he’d want to be with them too. She couldn’t ask that he take his children away from their grandparents for such a special holiday.

She rested her head back on his chest and listened to his heart beating. Soon it lulled her to sleep too.

“Beep, beep, beep.” Bullet woke and looked around for his phone. “Beep, beep, beep.” The sound would get louder the longer it took him to figure out where the hell he’d left it.

Tristan rolled over. “What is that?”

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