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  I shrug, and I know he can see me. The moonlight is casting a soft hue over my body. “Had to, I suppose. It is a bit quieter in my room. If you want, you can sleep in there—with me.” Oh God, I can’t believe I just offered him my bed. Wasn’t the reason I banished him to the couch because I didn’t think I’d be able to handle being in bed with him without us having sex?

  He sits up and smirks. “Only if you’re sure. I don’t want you to feel you have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

  “Yeah, I think we will both sleep better that way. You know, as far as comfort goes. I have a long day of work tomorrow, too,” I try to rationalize. Who am I kidding, though? I want to push him down onto the bed and sink down on him, taking everything he will give me.

  He stands in front of me, wearing nothing but dark boxer briefs. I can see out the bulge in the front, and I clench my thighs, hoping to ward off my impending need. I slowly raise my eyes, taking in every curve and crevice of his chiseled body. Even in the soft light of the room, I can make out the lines of his abs.

  Seriously, how does one get that jacked? There’s no way it’s from working the ranch alone. He clasps his hands in front of him, hiding himself, and smirks when I lick my lips.

  “You sure sharing a bed is going to be for the best?”

  I nod slowly and close my eyes to rid the dirty thoughts from my mind. “Yes, hopefully, we can both get some sleep.”

  He follows me down the hall, and I climb back into my side as he climbs into the other, pulling the blankets up to his waist. I have a full-sized bed, and with the width of his shoulders, I feel like we’re right on top of one another. I turn, giving him my back, and snuggle down, trying to get comfortable.

  “Night, Tristan.”

  “Goodnight, Lana,” he whispers.

  Talk about vivid dreams. I’m surprised I didn’t wake up to an orgasm with the way my mind was running rampant. When I finally pull myself from my amazingly delicious dreams, Tristan has his arm draped over my waist, my butt snug against his hard length. His breathing is deep and even, so I don’t want to wake him, but I need to get out of his grasp before I do something I regret. Although, I might not if it plays out the way it did in my mind.

  I wiggle my way out from under his arm, finish my morning business, and head into the kitchen to make coffee. I normally don’t eat a lot of breakfast, but I can’t leave him to fend for himself. I pull a carton of eggs out, some bread, butter, and bacon. It’s a good thing I was craving bacon when I passed by it in the grocery store yesterday.

  I turn on the coffee maker and make a cup as the bacon sizzles in the pan. I hear the sink in the bathroom running and know he’s awake. I check myself quickly in my phone’s reflection before he rounds the corner into view. He has his jeans on but has left them unbuttoned, and his shirt is still absent.

  Holy. Shit. In the light, he’s even more delectable than he was last night. My lady bits are doing a happy dance, hoping to get lucky, and I shut that shit down real fast.

  “How’d you sleep?” I ask, turning the bacon over. I hold a mug up to him, and he nods at my silent question. Coffee is a must this early.

  “Better once I moved to the bedroom. You’re right; it is a lot quieter than the living room.” He lifts the mug to his lips and takes a sip of the steaming liquid.

  “Have a seat. Breakfast will be ready soon.”

  “Can I help?” He motions to the frying pan with the crackling bacon.

  “Sure. Want to pop the toast in? I’ll have the eggs done in a few minutes. How do you like them cooked?”

  The two of us dance around one another in my small kitchen. The scary thing about this whole situation is it feels so natural, him being here. We talk and eat, sharing stories and adventures before I finally have to get ready for work.

  I take a fast shower and get ready in fifteen minutes flat. When I come back out, Tristan is sitting on the couch, flipping through television channels. He stops when he sees me and lets out a low whistle. Talk about a boost to a girl’s ego. I smile bashfully and bat my hand in front of me. I hand him an extra key and give him my cell phone number to get in touch with me if he needs to.

  “I should be home by five-thirty. If something comes up, please call or text me. There are tons of stores around, so go check some out to get some clothes. Is there anything else you need before I go?” I ask, mentally running through all the things I want to do to him.

  He stands, wraps one hand over my hip, and pulls me flush with his body. When he hovers his mouth inches from mine, I whimper. His breath fans over my face, and I think I’m going to burst when he closes the distance and his lips touch mine. Electricity runs from my lips to my toes. Where his hand rests on me feels like an inferno. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him further into the kiss—deepening it.

  I can stay home, right? They don’t need me. He walks me backward and presses me against the wall, pinning me beneath his weight. My nipples harden under my clothing, and I rock my core against him, feeling how hard he is for me. I hike my leg over his hip, and he grabs it, rocking harder into me. I moan into the kiss as he deepens it, taking what he needs.

  He rubs his hard length against me one more time before breaking the kiss. My face is flushed, and I’m sure my hair is sticking up in spots, the frizz never fully dying down. I keep my eyes closed another second to catch my breath before I open them. His eyes are dark and lust-blown, his breathing matching my own. I clutch his shirt in my tiny fists and try to pull him back for more. When he drops my leg, I know that’s it for now.

  He clears his throat, but it does nothing to ease the ache between my legs. “Don’t want to get you in trouble,” he says, his voice husky with need.

  “I could be a little late,” I say, hoping he’ll change his mind and fuck me senseless. It’s been too long since I’ve gotten any, and with him, I know it would be good.

  He laughs and shakes his head, then lowers his forehead to mine. “You’re gonna be the death of me. Go so you can get back. I’ll make dinner tonight.”

  My smile widens, and my eyes light up. “You’re going to make me dinner?” A hint of disbelief is laced in my words.

  He mocks offense and covers his heart with his hand. “I’ll have you know, I’m a great cook. Wait ‘til tonight. You’re in for a treat.”

  I nod and turn to go. He gives my butt a little slap, and I jump, glancing over my shoulder at him with a smirk. I wave bye and leave to get to work. If I go straight there, I should only be about ten minutes late. I’m dragging my feet, though, and work is the last place I want to be. I’d rather see a baseball game with Tristan. Are the Red Sox even playing tonight? I’m not an avid watcher, but I’ve been to a few games. They are pretty fun to watch live, especially when the team is winning. The crowd is infectious.

  I pull out my phone to call Bethany. She’s never going to believe all this. I’d filled her in on everything when I got to Wyoming, but haven’t had a chance to give her updates on anything else. We were supposed to talk last night, but with Tristan showing up unexpectedly, that didn’t happen. Her cheery voice fills the line.

  “Weren’t we supposed to talk last night? What happened?”

  “He’s here.”

  “Who’s there?”

  “Tristan. He was sitting outside my apartment last night. We spent a fair amount of the night talking, and he apologized for everything. For what happened ten years ago, for not saying bye to me before I left.” I slow my walking, so she doesn’t hear how winded I’m getting from the brisk pace. Note to self: do more cardio.

  “You’ve got to be shitting me. Did you forgive him?” I smile, thinking of our make-out session minutes earlier. “Oh my God! You slept with him, didn’t you?” Her voice comes through so loud, the man next to me glances at me and smirks.

  “No, Beth. We didn’t sleep together. I’m not sure what to do about this. He said he wants to try to make things work between us, but I just don’t know. We live in different parts of the c
ountry. Long-distance is never a good thing. It’s hard.” I bite my thumbnail as I stop outside my building doors so I can finish the conversation.

  “Do you think he’s worth it?”

  Do I? I mean, I know how I feel when I’m with him. I know how my body reacts and how my mind wanders. I know I want a chance to see what happens, so I don’t have to wonder what if. “I think I want to try.”

  “There you go, then. See what happens.” She takes a deep breath. “Plus, you owe me some crazy sex stories. I need to live through your dating life!”

  I feel my face heat up as she continues to laugh. I give her a quick goodbye and walk into my office to start my day. I hope it goes by fast.

  Home. Finally, I’m home. I have never been so excited to walk through my front door as I am right this minute. I smell something delicious the moment I step foot on my floor, and one of my neighbors must have smelled it, too, because she’s poking her head out. She makes a comment about hiring a chef, and I laugh it off, telling her it’s a friend.

  Friend. That’s what he is, right? Maybe a friend with benefits? If I can ever get that far with him. Seems like he keeps putting the brakes on things. That’s a fact I shouldn’t actually be upset about. He’s trying to do this the right way, not just diving into the deep end. I have to admire his strength.

  I turn the knob, and the front door opens with ease. Spices and sweetness fill my senses, and I start to drool. I have no idea what he’s making, but it sure smells amazing. His back is still to me as I take in his broad shoulders, slim waist, and jean-clad legs. This man is sex, walking. He makes me want to strip naked and say, “Take me, I’m yours.”

  I drop my keys on the counter, and he turns to face me, a boyish grin on his handsome face. He pushes some stray hair out of his eyes as he looks at me from head to toe. “Damn,” he says quietly.

  “What’s that amazing smell? The woman across the hall wants some.” He turns back to the stove and stirs the pot. I put my purse down and stroll up to him, wrapping my arms around his waist, laying my head on his back. I kiss the spot where my cheek was resting, and he hums his appreciation.

  “Barbeque chicken, baked beans, and mashed potatoes. Hope you’re hungry.” He turns in my grasp and pulls me to him for a full-frontal hug, kissing the top of my head.

  “Wow, mister. I really didn’t think you were serious about being able to cook. I’m impressed.” I pull away from him. “I’m going to change. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

  I rush to my bedroom to get into pajamas for the night. As I strip out of the clothes I wore today, I look at the bra and panties I have on. They’re comfortable, but they don’t scream sexy. They aren’t even matching. I shimmy out of them and decide to go braless, but I pull on a pair of lacy red undies. They were my favorite pair when I bought them a few months ago, but I haven’t had a reason to wear them besides to feel better about myself.

  I pull on my tank top and shorts and slip out of my room. Tristan opened a bottle of wine, and there are two glasses sitting on the table. I grab a glass, taking a small sip. He’s working on plating food, and I smile at the scene in front of me. It’s so domestic and personal. Not many men cook like this. Sure, they can make burgers and pizza, but this took a lot of work and a lot of groceries. I know for a fact I didn’t have any of this stuff in my fridge or pantry.

  Those guys I just mentioned—that’s me. I know how to cook, and I can cook a lot of stuff, but I usually don’t have time.

  “How much did this cost you?” I ask, taking a seat as he places a plate in front of me.

  He shrugs. “Doesn’t matter. I wanted to do something nice for you. Tell me about your day.”

  Well, I spent my entire day thinking about you and your sexy as sin body, and I watched the clock like a hawk. I thought the day was never going to end. I don’t want to push him, though. “It was fine. Blueprints are almost done for the cabins if you want to come in tomorrow to see them. I can tell Eloise you are going to come by.”

  I take a bite of the beans and close my eyes for a moment, letting the sweet heat melt on my tongue. Oh God, this tastes so good. Next, I take a bite of the potatoes, and same thing. Seriously, how can this be that good?

  He smirks as he watches me eat and finally answers. “Yeah, I’d love to come by and see where you work. I was able to get some clothes and also a bag to get everything home. I made sure to get at least one pair of nice pants and a button-down in case I was able to go in.”

  “I’ll text her after dinner to let her know you’ll be by.”

  “How are you going to explain me being in Massachusetts?” He takes a bite of chicken, and some barbecue sauce is left on his cheek. I reach my thumb out and swipe it away, sucking the sweet sauce into my mouth. He groans and shifts in his seat. I bite my lip and decide that maybe I can entice him by teasing him.

  I swipe my finger through some sauce on my own chicken and push it toward his mouth. I rub the sauce over his lips until he opens and sucks it clean.

  “You’re going to be the death of me, woman.”

  “Then, maybe you and I will die happy.”

  Chapter 12

  Tristan

  I’m painfully hard throughout the rest of dinner. Lana keeps making those sexy moaning noises and batting her eyes at me, trying to act innocent. I see right through that, babe. She helps clean the dishes and put everything away.

  She walks down the hall toward her bedroom, adding an extra sway to her hips as she goes. I can’t take it anymore—the animal within me has broken through. I grab her arm, spin her around, and press her against the wall with such force her back bounces a little. I wrap one arm around her waist, pulling her lower body to me, place my other hand around the back of her neck, and press my lips to hers forcefully.

  “Open,” I demand, and she does, allowing me to slide my tongue into her mouth, deepening the kiss. She melts into my embrace, and I push my weight into her, keeping her standing. Her nipples pebble under that thin shirt, and I pull back just long enough to rip it over her head.

  Her chest heaves as I take in my fill of her perfect breasts. “Beautiful,” I murmur before kissing a path down her neck.

  She tilts her head, giving me room, and rakes her fingers through my locks, adding an extra tug. I hiss, but it only fuels me on, makes me want her more than should be possible. I take one of her nipples into my mouth, and she gasps as I tug with my teeth before soothing the sting with my tongue. She reaches between us, trying to find my cock. I’m afraid if she plays with it, I’ll come in my pants. I’m wound too tight.

  Instead, I stand tall and grasp her behind her legs, pulling her onto my waist so I can carry her into the bedroom. I toss her down, and she giggles and tries to crawl up the bed. I shake my head at her and pull her ankles so they dangle over the edge. I grip her shorts, slowly easing them down her legs, teasing her with soft touches as I go. I want her soaked before I taste her. I almost come at the sight of the most sinful panties I’ve ever seen.

  Red. Fucking. Lace.

  I groan and shift myself in my pants before I go to work. She bites her lip and smirks as I watch her from my spot on the floor. I run my fingers up and down her legs, adding kisses here and there. Then, I trace the edges of her panties, making goosebumps rise in my wake. She moans and closes her eyes, lost in the sensations, lost in me.

  I climb up on the bed, kissing her everywhere except where I know she wants it the most. She pushes her fingers into my hair and tries to put my face where she wants it, but I unwrap her hands and press them above her head.

  “You’re going to keep your hands there, or I’ll stop,” I warn.

  “Oh, God, please, Tristan. Stop torturing me,” she mewls and bucks her hips up.

  I chuckle, dark and full of dirty promises. “You’ll get what I give you when I’m ready. Keep begging, though. I like it.”

  I nip the inside of her thigh, and she presses her hips up to me again. I kiss her stomach, right about the panty-line, and stick
my tongue out to lick her belly button. She sucks her stomach in on an inhale and releases a shaky breath. I finally put her out of her misery and plant a kiss on top of her mound. Her panties are soaked, and I take a deep breath, savoring how she smells.

  I hook my fingers around her panties and pull them down her legs, flinging them into the corner somewhere.

  “Can I touch you, please?” she asks.

  I glance up, and her arms are exactly where I’ve left them. Good girls who listen get rewarded, and I’m about to feast until she comes apart under me. Then, I want to fuck her until we both can’t take it anymore. I nod, and she digs her nails into my hair, the same time my tongue peeks out to taste her for the first time in a decade.

  This. This is heaven. Between her legs is the only place I want to be.

  “Oh, Tristan,” she moans as I find all the secret spots that turn her to mush. I lick her with expertise, and when my fingers slip into her, I almost come. She squeezes them so tight as she fights to keep her own orgasm at bay.

  “Baby, let go. Come for me,” I urge.

  After another few stokes and a few more perfectly timed licks, she arches her back and pulls me closer as she comes all over me. I continue to lap up everything she gives, and when her body relaxes, I stand up. Her eyes are glued to the bulge in my pants. She flips around and crawls to the edge, her fingers moving deftly, quickly undoing my button and zipper. She tugs on my pants, and I help her pull them down my legs before pulling my shirt over my head.

  Her eyes are dark, full of lust, and when she takes my length into her hand, I know that’s it. I don’t want another girl to touch me ever again. My entire body hums under her touch like it remembers how perfect she was so long ago. She leans forward and sucks the tip into her mouth. I close my eyes and drop my head back, unable to hold back the moan. She swirls her tongue over the head and sucks me further into her mouth