"Remy, honey, there you are. I've been looking for Jaxon to see if he's slipped a ring on your finger yet." She pauses as she notices Tristan. In all her seventy-five-year-old worldly experience, she looks over every inch of him. And when she finally turns back to me, I see a knowing twinkle in her eye.
"Although, if that's the one you've got your eye on then I can't exactly blame you. Jaxon doesn't hold a candle to him."
I laugh a blissful, teary laugh, throwing my arms around her and pressing a kiss to her weathered cheek.
24
Tristan
I don't know how I don't get pulled over on the drive home, because I definitely break one or four speed limits on the way. By the time we reach Remy's apartment, I feel like I'll die if I don't get my hands on her.
We tumble into the apartment, a mess of sloppy kisses and wandering hands. I push her up against the wall the second the door is closed.
I can't stop kissing her or running my hands all over her body.
I can't get enough of her taste, her smell, the feel of her soft skin.
I can't get over the fact that her urgent kisses mean she's just as desperate for me as I am for her.
My hands slide along her sides before dropping down to squeeze her ass. "God, I missed this ass," I groan. I feel her smile against my lips.
I reach down to her thighs and lift her up against the wall, her legs automatically wrapping around my waist. The motion shifts the slit on one side of her dress, and I greedily run my hand across her exposed thigh. When I grind my hips against her center, she lets out a moan that damn near drives me out of my mind. With a growl I pull her away from the wall and walk us both toward the living room.
The city lights shine through the wall of oversized windows and dance across the floor. The last time I was here there was no furniture, and Remy and I were in a very different headspace. And although I plan to worship her body the same way I did that night, everything else feels like it’s changed.
We reach the couch but instead of laying her down, I gently coax her legs to unhook from around my waist. She obliges, sliding down my body and standing in front of me with wide, trusting eyes. That look is enough to make me want to drop to my knees before her and promise her every piece of my crippled, shattered heart. A large part of me is still in shock that she picked me—that she loves me.
For a moment, all I want to do is stare at her. I want to absorb every single detail of this night. Tonight is the night she became mine, and I want to make it one we’ll both remember.
I cup her face in my hands, my thumbs stroking her cheeks lovingly as I try to memorize every detail of her face. Her beautiful, wide green eyes. The pink tinge to her skin from the heat of the moment. The bee stung lips from hungry kisses. I commit all of it to memory and I smile at how goddamn beautiful she is.
"You're so perfect," I murmur, pulling her lips to mine. My kiss is gentle. Adoring. I want her to know exactly how infatuated I am with her. She grips my dress shirt with both hands, clinging to me as if my kiss makes her physically weak in the knees.
When I slide my tongue in her mouth to deepen the kiss, she lets out a small whimper. That sound undoes the last of my restraint.
With a growl, I slide my hands down her side to grip her waist and pull her flush against me. Eventually I tear my mouth away from hers and start to kiss and nibble along her jaw, over her ear, down her neck. When I get to her exposed collarbone and the sultry neckline of the dress, a pained sound rumbles through my chest.
"This fucking dress," I growl into her skin as I continue to kiss across her shoulder. "I couldn't take my eyes off you tonight. All I could think about is how sexy you are in it. And that I don’t understand how it’s possible, but that it’s somehow going to look much better on the floor." I feel the shiver that runs through her under my lips. I smile at the knowledge that I can affect her so easily.
I nudge her hips gently. "Turn around for me, baby," I whisper against her skin. She does as I ask, letting go of her death grip on my shirt and spinning slowly to face the windows. Now it's my turn to shiver when I see the backless design of her dress and the amount of skin that's visible to me right now. "Fuck," I mutter under my breath. I trace the length of her spine with a shaking finger as I absorb every detail of the sight before me.
Once I've looked my fill, I lean forward to gently press a chaste kiss to the back of her neck. "You're so fucking beautiful," I murmur against her skin.
I stare at Remy for what is definitely not a long enough amount of time. I feel like I’m unwrapping my Christmas present and I want to draw this out as much as I can. I run my finger along the curve of her neck and over her shoulders, and I revel in the feel of goosebumps appearing on her skin. I slowly slide the straps over her shoulders.
The dress pools at her feet. From over her shoulder, I see her nipples pebble once they're exposed to the cool air. I can't contain the groan that rumbles through my chest when I realize she's completely naked.
"No underwear? You dirty, dirty girl," I growl in her ear before nipping her earlobe with barely contained restraint. She lets out a whimper and arches her back to grind her ass along my hard length.
I grab her hips and pull her even tighter against me. Trailing wet kisses along her neck and shoulder, I let my hands start to wander along her ribs, teasing a light graze along the side of her breasts. I hear her breath catch at the touch.
I can sense the moment she runs out of patience for my teasing and light touches. Which is fine by me, because at the sight of her naked it feels like I'll die if I don't get inside of her within the time span of my next heartbeat. I'll save the drawn-out sex for round two.
She spins in my arms and kisses me, hard. Her hands start to hurriedly undo the buttons on my shirt. I let her work on my clothes while I cup her face and kiss her tenderly, unable to get enough of her taste or even wrap my head around the fact that she's here with me.
When she finally gets all the buttons, she yanks my shirt off my shoulders and down my arms, tossing it on the floor next to her dress. It doesn't take her long to undo my belt and pants, and then those are on the floor, too. We tumble back onto the couch in a mess of limbs and rapidly beating hearts.
I settle between her legs. I slow our kiss, pulling away just enough to kiss first her top lip and then her bottom, before lifting my head so I can look down at the vision before me.