Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 86706 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86706 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
“The gap in my teeth?” I poked his shoulder with my index finger. “I hate it.”
“It’s one of my favorite things. Every time you open your pretty mouth, I want to lick a line across it.”
My nipples hardened. “That’s all you wanna do?”
“Fuck no, that’s not all I wanna do. I want to do everything to you. That’s the problem.”
Feeling drunk off the intense way he looked at me, I knew I was in trouble again tonight. I was addicted to him in every way—not only physically but to the attention he always paid me. That addiction blurred the lines between right and wrong.
“I’m scared, Tristan,” I blurted.
“I wish you weren’t.” He rubbed his finger along my arm. “Tell me what I can do to change that.”
There was nothing he could do. I wanted to scream that he didn’t know everything there was to know about me, he didn’t know why I’d gone out to the desert that day. But I stopped myself. It wasn’t the time for that conversation. It was never going to be the right time. And in the interim, I was losing the ability to control myself around him.
I wanted to have sex. My body was ready for everything with him. If he tried to go there, I wouldn’t be able to resist. And that made me the most selfish person in the world.
I rubbed my thumb along the layer of scruff at his chin. He closed his eyes at my touch. Taking my hand in his, he kissed each of my fingers one by one. God, how I loved that. And when he looked up at me again with hooded, lust-filled eyes, I felt weaker by the second.
I reached out to massage his hair. “I wish I didn’t love the way I feel every time you look at me. I’m headed for the biggest heartbreak of my life.”
He frowned. “I know I told you not to trust me, but it was only a warning against things I might do to you that would actually feel good. Even if I cross the line, I’d only ever be making you feel good. I promise I wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.”
He didn’t understand that I had a much greater chance of hurting him than him ever hurting me.
CHAPTER 19
TRISTAN
Emily started to fidget. She was very hot and cold tonight. One second she seemed like she wanted to jump my bones, and the next she looked like she wanted to flee.
“I think I should go,” she said.
“Why? Is it something I did?”
“Nothing good can come of me staying the night.”
“Something good could come. You could come. And that would be very good, wouldn’t it?”
Her face reddened. “What about you, Tristan? You want to give me pleasure. But what about you?”
My starving dick twitched. “It gives me pleasure to give you pleasure.” I tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. “Taking it in baby steps like this is new to me. But I’m down for it. I don’t need anything but to make you feel good.”
“It’s only a matter of time until you do.” She tilted her head. “You asked me once when I’d last had sex. I never asked you. When was the last time you slept with someone?” She stiffened, seeming to brace for my answer.
“I haven’t had sex with anyone on this tour.”
Her eyes widened. “Because of me?”
Yes. “Not entirely.”
“But partially?”
“Since we’ve been getting to know each other, you’re the only woman I’ve been interested in. And while I can’t say what I’d be doing if you weren’t here, I can say I’ve had more fun imagining the things I’d do to you than actually starting something with anyone else.”
Her blush deepened and spread. I wondered how far…
“Look at you. You’re turning so red right now. Did I embarrass you?”
“The only thing that embarrasses me is my inability to control my feelings.”
“We don’t have to do anything tonight, Emily. We can just talk. We’re really good at that.”
“I know we are,” she murmured.
“You’re in the driver’s seat, even if it might not seem like it. But I don’t want you to leave. I want you to spend the night with me. If I can’t have you on the bus, at the very least I want you in my hotel room where we can be alone, because it fucking makes me happy when you’re around.” I leaned in. “Wanna know how I made it through the show tonight?”
“How?”
“I was thinking about you. Every time I’d feel like I couldn’t perform another song, I’d tell myself I was one step closer to getting to spend time with you. I can’t tell you the last time I thought about a specific person so much while I was performing. You were right there with me tonight.”
“Was I with you when you were kissing that woman?” she clapped back.