A slight movement in her body.

  She was captivating. Exuding sexuality. A magnetic pull that forced you in without even realizing it. In that moment, as much as I tried to ignore the thoughts hovering, I couldn’t. I watched how she danced, how her tits bounced, her ass shook, and how her hands worked their way up her body.

  She was addicting.

  Controlling my thoughts, my actions, my decisions.

  Consuming every last part of me.

  Especially how I wanted to end the night.

  With her on top of me.

  “Come here.” I motioned with my finger.

  She deviously smirked, and I pulled her toward me, making her straddle my lap.

  “You’re going to get us kicked out.”

  “Faster I can take you home then.”

  “Home? Is that what you think it is for me?”

  “What else would it be?”

  Her lips were close to my mouth.

  Her perfect tits were pressed against my chest.

  “I don’t know yet.”

  “I know you do.”

  She didn’t say a word, but she didn’t have to.

  Her eyes spoke for themselves.

  “You tired?”

  She shook her head no.

  “Good.”

  By the time we walked into the bungalow, it was well after two in the morning, and I still didn’t want the night to end. With her heels in her hand, I guided her out to the balcony to lay on the loungers. Along the way, she grabbed a bottle of wine off the counter.

  The full moon was bright and daunting, illuminating the whole night sky.

  I laid on the lounger and brought her with me. She laid against my chest as we both stared at the beauty ahead. A soft, classical melody filled the humid air from her phone, adding to the ambiance between us as we looked up at the stars.

  She was the first to break the silence. “What kind of future do you see?”

  “You mean other than you sitting on my face?”

  “Tristian, be serious.”

  “Who says I’m not?”

  “What kind of future do you see with us that doesn’t involve your dirty mouth?”

  “But you used to love my dirty mouth. Especially what it did when it was in between your legs.”

  “I still love that.”

  “Trust me, I’m fully aware.”

  She blushed. “Okay, enough with the dirty talk. Tell me what you envision with us that doesn’t involve sex?”

  “Oh, so this is a serious talk.”

  “Maybe.”

  “Alright, I’ll play your game. I see me trying to do whatever I need to, so that you’re always happy and in love with me.”

  “What else?”

  “I’m looking forward to seeing you pregnant with my babies.”

  “Pregnant women turn you on?”

  “You turn me on.”

  “You don’t know that. What if I gain fifty pounds?”

  “More for me to love on.”

  “What if I get stretch marks?”

  “I’ll make sure to kiss every last one.”

  “Really?”

  “It’s all part of you making my babies. I couldn't ask for a better gift than that.”

  She smiled. “What if I have cravings at three a.m.?”

  “We’ll make sure the chef knows that he works at all hours of the night.”

  “What if he’s on vacation?”

  “I’ll make you whatever you’d like, but I can’t promise it’s going to taste any good.”

  “And if pregnancy doesn’t agree with me?”

  “You can’t get any more hormonal than you currently are.”

  “What if I do?”

  “Then I’ll just have to continue fucking it right out of you.” I grinned.

  “What if something is wrong and I have to be on bedrest, and we can’t have sex?”

  “Then your mouth is going to get really tired.”

  She giggled.

  “Are we done playing this game?”

  “No. What do you want our children to be like?”

  “Kind. Caring. Compassionate. Strong. Understanding. Loving. Everything their mother is.”

  She looked up at me through her lashes.

  “They’ll never want for anything. I’ll make sure of it.”

  When I looked over at her again, her head was hung low, and she was playing with the seam of her dress.

  “Ask me.”

  She took a deep breath, exhaling, “Did you miss me?”

  “Everyday.”

  Her cautious eyes met mine.

  “I struggled with it, though.”

  “With missing me?”

  “Mmm hmm.”

  “Why?”

  “I’ve felt this deep connection to you since the moment I first saw you.”

  “I know. I felt it too.” Her eyes held nothing but sincerity and confusion, suddenly making the air so damn thick between us. “I guess, I don’t know what to make of all of it. I can see myself, not only with you but with a family, and that scares the shit out of me,” she confessed.

  Her vulnerability didn’t stop me from taking in the glow of her smooth, tan skin from the sun, or the way her hair kept falling around her face, or the rosy flush of her cheeks from the wine.

  There was something in the way she was looking at me…

  The concern.

  The sadness.

  The understanding in her eyes.

  That had me sharing, “I never wanted to leave you.”

  Her lips parted as a slight gasp escaped her mouth, waiting for me to go on.

  “Growing up like I did, not having parents, I felt alone a lot. Like the world had forgotten about me. When you grow up in those circumstances, where all I had were my father’s street bikes, it adds another element to what could have been if they hadn’t died. You’re the first and last place that’s ever felt like home to me, kitten. And I mean that from the bottom of my soul.”

  Her big, blue eyes brimmed with tears.

  I tugged her toward me. Her tight dress hiked up her toned thighs, and without thinking, my hands immediately traveled up her legs.

  They were as soft as they were inviting.

  And I knew I was done for.

  —Belle—

  Hearing him talk about me with so much devotion in his heart hurt in ways I never expected. There I was, falling in love with him again. Only feeling the fear I was going to get hurt by him. And even still, I wanted him.

  All of him.

  Even if it came with a price at my expense.

  “You always had me questioning everything I believed in, and it hurt me as much as it healed me,” he openly affirmed. “All I know is I want, need, crave you in a way I’ve never had for anyone else. I can’t imagine a life without you in it. I’m struggling with the reality that maybe you’ll never love me the way you used to, but don’t think for one second I’ll ever stop trying to make you feel that love again. You’re mine. You’ve always been mine.”

  I didn’t know what to say. His beautiful words literally shocked me to my core. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

  So, I did what came natural with him, and I let my body speak for me. Nudging my face into his chest, I kissed along his neck.

  “Kitten,” he huskily groaned.

  His fingers moved at a slow, torturous speed, up to where I really yearned for him to touch me. My dress had ridden up my thighs, exposing the pink lace panties he’d bought me.

  “Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

  I peeked up at him through my lashes, simply moaning,

  “The same thing you do to me.”

  Chapter 19

  —Belle—

  “Kitten, what are you doing to me?”

  He reached out to stroke the side of my cheek, and my face leaned into his fingers. Shifting his hand to the nook of my neck, he gently pulled me closer to him. His lips instantly found mine, and what started off as a peck turned into something else entirely, taking on a life of its own.

  Except, this kiss was much different from our last.

  It was softer, like we were both exploring each other’s mouths for the first time. Our tongues twisted as we tasted one another. It felt fucking amazing.

  He felt amazing.

  But like anything with Tristian, it quickly moved on its own accord. He pulled at the sides of my face, kissing me more aggressively than earlier. His fingers moved down my chest in a slow, agonizing motion. I held my breath as his rough hands cupped my breasts, softly kneading them while devouring my mouth.

  His hold was so expressive.

  Emotional.

  So damn loving.

  It was as if he was making love to me, when all he was doing was kissing and fondling my chest. Nothing could have prepared me for this moment. Our legs entwined, rubbing together and moving all around the lounger. He kissed my jawline, my neck, and deliberately pecked his way back up to my lips. I no longer had any control over my movements, as he gripped onto my waist and turned us both over. In seconds, I felt the weight of him on top of me, and I swear to God, I could have come from that alone.

  What was happening to me?

  My breathing escalated when I realized what he was doing, but that didn’t stop me from grinding my body against him.

  “Fuck, kitten,” he rumbled in my mouth, pressing his hand against my throat.

  I saw it.

  Clear as day.

  His eyes glazed over like a man possessed as he suddenly gripped my wrists over my head. Although my wall wasn’t completely down, there was something there that was coming back to me.

  I didn’t know what it was until he disclosed, “I want to make love to you, Belle.”

  My heart soared hearing him say that.

  Pulling down my dress, he sucked my nipple into his mouth. With that, he pulled it down further until all I was left in was my panties and heels.

  “Even after all these years, your body still responds the same way it used to for me.”

  “How was that?”

  “With need. An ache I can only soothe for you.”

  I sucked in a breath, turned on by his dark, hooded eyes taking me in. I would never forget the raspy growl that erupted from his chest. It was full of emotion, mixed with pure lust. Slowly, he slid my panties down my ass and legs, barely touching my skin but just enough to where it left goosebumps in his wake. My thighs clenched in anticipation for what he was going to do to me next.

  “Spread your legs for me, kitten.”

  I smirked, doing as I was told. His finger trailed along my slit, feeling much more exposed than I had before.

  “You have the prettiest fucking pussy.”

  “You’ve seen plenty, so I’ll take that as a compliment.”

  He chuckled. “You’re all pink, and warm, and so fucking delicious. Nobody tastes like my wife.”

  —Tristian—

  Our connection was building to the point it was right now. I shared everything beating in my heart, and now I wanted to show her what it was like to be with a man who knew her inside and out.

  No matter what.

  Her pleasure was mine to own.

  “The taste of you, the smell of you, the feel of you, nothing compares to you.”

  Gently, my hands roamed up her bare thighs, never taking my eyes off her beautiful face.

  “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

  Her legs trembled.

  Her body shook.

  Her hips swayed without even realizing she was doing so.

  “You’re my sweet, feisty kitten.”

  “Is that where your nickname for me comes from?”

  “Yes. I saw you way before you think I did.”

  “What?”

  “You heard me.”

  “When?”

  “If I tell you, you can’t get mad at me.”

  “That’s not a very good introduction.”

  “Take it or leave it.”

  She zeroed in on me. “You better not make me regret this, but okay. I promise I won’t get mad.”

  “Do you remember the night I told you my parents died?”

  “Of course.”

  “We were so young, Belle. The last thing I wanted to do was confuse you more than I already had at that point.”

  “Alright…”

  “My parents weren’t my first memory like I initially said.”

  Her mouth parted, waiting for my confession.

  I didn’t make her wait long, admitting, “You were.”

  She jerked back. “What?”

  “I didn’t realize it until later. After I watched my parents die, my grandfather insisted I needed to go to therapy to work through the trauma it may have caused. I was eleven at the time, and I was angry a lot. Even back then, I had a temper. During one of the sessions, the doctor suggested I think back on a memory that would calm me anytime I felt rage. He asked me to close my eyes and follow the sound of his voice, so I did. The first image I saw was your face.”

  She shook her head. “I don’t understand.”

  “The day they died, I saw you for the first time. It was probably hours before the accident actually happened. The window was down to the SUV you were being driven in. You looked completely captivated by the bikers that we’d just stumbled upon. I remember your blonde curls were blowing in the wind with your big, bright blue eyes utterly enamored by them. I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”

  She rasped, “Oh my God, Tristian.”

  “I thought maybe my mind had made it up, like I was seeing an angel who wasn’t really there. Years later, I saw you again. I was fourteen, walking out of a store, and you were once again entranced by the street bikes that were parked on the side of the road. It was only then I realized you weren’t a dream at all. A kitten meowing at your feet pulled your attention to it instead. You picked it up and left.”

  “That’s where your nickname came from?”

  “Mmm hmm.”

  “My parents weren’t happy I brought a kitten home, but they let me keep it outside. It eventually ran away, though.”

  “That’s the only time I’ve ever lied to you.”

  “How can I be mad about that? Watching those bikes that day, it was my first memory, Tristian. Seeing your dad drive with your mom on the back was my first memory.”

  “We were always destined to be together.”

  “I don’t know what to say.”

  “Sometimes words aren’t needed.”

  Our eyes connected.

  What started off tender became urgent and demanding. I got down on my knees, growling, “Let me love you.”

  The second I sucked her clit into my mouth, she moaned and her head fell back.

  She was salty.

  Sweet.

  Fucking delicious.

  I stuck my tongue into her pussy as far as it would go before sliding two fingers inside of her.

  Up.

  Down.

  Side to side.

  I knew her body more than she did. Within minutes, she was coming in my mouth.

  “Tristian…”

  My dick throbbed as I unzipped my slacks and pulled it out. Instantly stroking it up and down as she watched with dark hooded eyes. I’d never tire of watching her come undone.

  She was fucking breathtaking.

  Letting her rest for a moment, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, licking the rest of her come from my lips. I savored it in my mouth for as long as I could. Grabbing her leg, I angled it upward and bent her knee to have her foot rest on my back. In one swift movement, I laid on top of her with one hand gripping the nook of her neck, while the other held onto the back railing of the lounger.

  I felt her dampness on the head of my cock, and little by little I thrust into her pussy while she exhaled and gripped my dick.

  “Open up for me. Take it. Take it so fucking deep that you don’t know where I end and you begin.”

  The feel of her cunt.

  The taste of her come.

  The smell of her arousal.

  “Because that’s what we are. There is no me without you, and soon you’ll be growing our perfect baby inside of you.”

  Once I filled her, I rested my forehead on hers, and we locked eyes.

  “You feel that, kitten? The way you’re made to take my cock…”

  My mind was reeling with so many emotions, I couldn’t keep up. I wasn’t used to the tailspin that was Belle Montgomery Hawkins. There was so much I wanted to say, but in that moment, it didn’t matter because we were lost in each other. I wanted to remember her just this way, always. Her long blonde curls spread all over the lounger and her cheeks were slightly flushed from the blush crept down her neck. Her lips were swollen from my touch, and her serene eyes glazed over.

  So beautiful.

  So captivating.

  Everything I didn’t know I could have again.

  I loved seeing every emotion I felt through her gaze as I placed a soft kiss on the pulse of her neck, loving the feel of it beating against my lips. Her dark blue eyes watched me adoringly as I took what I ached for.

  What she provided.

  I peered up at her, and she shyly smiled while I kissed my way down to her breasts, taking her perfect round nipple into my mouth and making her moan.

  “Tristian...”

  Tight.

  Wet.

  Warm.

  I could have come right then and there, but I wanted to feel more of her. Kissing my way back up to her lips, I looked deep into her eyes again.

  Struggling with the words, “I love you,” on my breath, so instead, I murmured, “You’re my first memory, and I want you to be my last.”

  Her eyes watered, taking in what I’d just lovingly expressed. We passionately kissed as I sunk as far as I could inside of her.

  Molding us into one person.

  She wrapped her legs around my lower back and hugged my neck, bringing me closer to her. As I felt her pussy clench, she sunk her claws into my shoulder, holding me closer to her. I growled in her ear, thrusting harder, bringing us closer to the edge.

  “That’s it, kitten. Sink your claws into me like they sunk into my heart all those years ago.”

  Our mouths fused together the entire time, unable to get enough of one another. It seemed like hours had passed and the whole world was left behind us.