Another pause. Then his deep voice oozed along her spine as he asked, “Was Paris wild enough for you?”
The air streamed from her lungs on one long breath. Her nipples tightened behind the lacy cups of her bra. And every nerve ending sprang to life, snapping and sizzling. Her teeth sank into her bottom lip for a moment in delicious contemplation.
How was she supposed to answer this question?
On the one hand, the three of them had never discussed their . . . well, threesome. It’d sort of fallen into the What Happens in Vegas . . . category. On the other hand . . . Oh, Liv could easily conjure thoughts about the other hand! Their hands. All over her body.
She bit back a primal whimper. She searched her mind for appropriate words, but all she really wanted to say was, “We should make it an entire weekend next time.”
“You wouldn’t hear any complaints from us.”
A tiny shriek fell from Liv’s parted lips. “Oh, my God! Did I say that out loud?”
Tristan chuckled once more. It was somewhat strained, as though he was running a movie trailer of a sequel through his mind.
Liv squeezed her thighs together as a bolt of electricity exploded against her clit. Her inner muscles clenched. Her breath was still scarce.
Tristan said, “Hot sex with you is the ultimate adventure, Liv.”
A throaty moan escaped her.
“Mm, now that’s a sound I’d like to hear more often.”
Every fiber of Liv’s being ignited.
“Watching Nate fuck you made me so damn hard,” Tristan added in a rougher tone. “But it was nothing compared to being inside you and making you come.”
Liv’s knees nearly gave out. “I’m thinking you don’t need to be inside me, or even in the same room with me, to make me come.”
“I’d suggest we switch to Skype so I could get the full visual, but I’ve got a conference call in less than a minute.” He groaned in apparent frustration. “Damn it.”
Her blood didn’t cool. She said, “I never took you for the phone-or Skype-sex type, but it’s hot as hell, Tristan.”
“I prefer to be more up close and personal. Particularly with you.”
She fought the jaw drop. Whatever had gotten into Tristan Reeves and had him boldly declaring an interest in hooking up with her again, she didn’t know. Except that perhaps the fact that they were finally in the same location after another long stretch of time apart caused him to mentally entertain all the possibilities.
This got her heart pumping a bit faster. Liv said, “Friday is suddenly feeling like eons away.”
“Agreed. But . . . I’ve got meetings in the city tomorrow and a dinner at the Fairmont. Unless you’re interested in an overnighter in San Fran . . . ?”
“Oh, how you tempt me,” she said with a lusty sigh as the possibilities now consumed her mind. “A yes is sitting on the tip of my tongue. However, I am otherwise engaged.” Disappointment tinged her voice. “I promised Chloe I’d work on these lilac-and-ribbon-dripping-strandy-thingies that will hang from the tree limbs at her outdoor reception. To gently sway in the breeze off the coast and fill the air with the delicate aroma of lilacs in the spring . . . Her words not mine. Christ, I don’t think even I’m that dramatic.”
“Especially since it’s midsummer. But tomato, tomahto, right?”
“Right. So . . . off you go to your conference call and I shall pretend you didn’t just make me ridiculously wet.”
“Fuck.” A low, carnal grunt filled the line. “I don’t even have time for a cold shower.”
“So pleased I elicit the need for one. Now . . . go. Lilac strandy thingies aren’t the only wedding decorations on my list. Trust me when I say, there will be tulle, tulle, and more tulle—everywhere!”
“I’m a bit terrified. But something tells me you’re actually enjoying this.”
“It’s romantic. What girl doesn’t love a fairytale?”
“Fallon is wearing a commitment ring, not an engagement ring,” Tristan pointed out.
“Yes, that’s true. Hers is just a different variation of a fairytale.”