I shake my head to clear it of the image. “I need to ask you a question. And I need you to be one hundred percent honest with me.”
“Sure thing.” He nods, his face earnest, and I relax a bit. But only a bit. Because the answer to this question could change everything.
I blow out a breath and bite my lip. I feel just as nervous as when I approached Madden about this.
“Tristan, I need to know how you really feel about me.”
He smiles easily, as if this is an easy one. “I think you’re incredible, Megan. The most amazing woman I’ve ever met.”
I blush a little at that, but it’s not enough. “No, I mean how do you feel about me?”
“Ah, I see,” he says.
“You do?” I swallow nervously.
Taking a step toward me, Tristan reaches for my hand, bringing it to his lips and kissing my knuckles in that softly seductive way of his, his eyes locked on mine, burning and passionate. He’s so incredibly sexy, his intensity getting me every time.
“Megan, from the moment I first saw you, I wanted you.”
“Really?” I breathe.
“The very first,” he affirms. “Out of all the women here, you stood out head and shoulders above the rest. I could instantly tell there was something special about you. I wanted to get to know you.”
I melt a little. He’s so open about everything. But it only makes me more confused. “I have to know, Tristan. What are you thinking? What are you hoping for? How do you really, really feel?”
He knows what I’m asking. What I need.
Threading his fingers through mine, he takes my hand in his and wraps it around behind me, pulling me in to his chest. Then he brushes a light kiss across my forehead, on my cheek, my jaw, my chin.
He leans back slightly and looks at me, his eyes searching mine, as if looking for something there. I stare back at him, hoping he finds what he’s searching for.
Then he smiles, soft and sure. And his next words make me go weak in the knees.
“Megan, I may have wanted you from the moment I saw you. But now it’s so much more than that. You’re even more special than I thought. You’re the one for me, Megan. And I want you in every way. Because I’m in love with you.”
37
Tristan
There, I said it.
The truth is out there now, and it feels as if the weight of the world has been lifted off my shoulders. And the look on her face tells me that I’ve made the right call when I decided to spill my guts.
We stare at each other for a long while in complete silence, allowing everything to sink in. Then, as if we couldn’t fight any longer the magnetism between both our bodies, we take one step forward and close the distance between us.
She places both her hands on my chest, my heart thumping against the palm of her right hand, and then she goes on tiptoes. Our lips find each other, the sweet taste of her body making me burn with desire, and I rest my hands on her waist.
She’s breathing hard now, her body so close to mine I can almost feel the warmness of her skin through the wet towel wrapped around her body. My cock is already twitching just by having her this close. I don’t know exactly what it is, but there’s something about her that makes me lose all control… It’s her eyes, her lips, the perfect shape of her body - it’s everything.
“I want you to be mine,” I find myself saying as I push her back against the wall of the bedroom, my hands on her waist as I lean in to kiss her again.
Swear to God, I just wanted one more kiss. But now that my lips are on hers, there’s no way that we’re going to be able to stop. Her hands are already on my back, pulling me in, desire controlling every single movement of her body. I let my hands go up her side and, grabbing a handful of her wet hair, I yank on it; she throws her head back, opening her eyes and returning my gaze. That’s all it takes for me to know how bad she wants me right now - and she wants me as much as I want her.
“I love you,” I repeat, breathing as hard as she is. The words just feel right and, if that didn’t make me look like a desperate teenager, I’d just say them over and over again to the point of exhaustion.
My blood’s boiling, my heart’s drumming and my cock is already as hard as steel. “I need you,” I add, leaning forward and pressing my lips against her neck. Her hands slide down my back and she traces the contour of my belt; then, stretching her fingers wide, she grabs my cock harshly, all of her desire contained in that one simple motion.
“That makes two of us,” she whisper as, still kissing her neck, I let one hand fall to her chest and squeeze her right breast over the fabric of the towel, feeling the perfect fleshy curves molding to my hand. My other hand goes around her waist and I cup her ass, the memories of her naked body flooding me at once as I grab her. My cock pulses against her hand, so strongly I wouldn’t be surprised if it just ripped its way out of my pants.