Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 75195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
This man is too damn fine.
My eyes widened at the delicious sight, my breath catching in my throat. Excitement pulsed through my veins.
Tristan watched Charles park the car, and I ogled his powerful physique.
His skin—bronzed and flawless—glistened subtly in the soft glow of the garage. And it wasn’t just that every inch of Tristan was sculpted to perfection.
His body was actually nothing short of a masterpiece—an enticing canvas of art. Tattoos snaked across his arms and chest. It was hard to make out all of the different objects and images he’d had drawn on him.
So hot.
I couldn’t wait to get a closer look at each of the tattoos.
Oh well. I guess we are fucking today.
As if he heard me, a faint trace of a smile played on his lips.
Once Charles turned off the car, Tristan slowly pushed off the car’s hood and began to walk towards me.
Each step was a graceful dance that hypnotized my senses. The confident yet tender expression in his eyes. The ripple of his muscles as he moved.
Yeah. Mr. Big Dick is a good name. How could he not have one, with the way he is walking?
Tristan opened the car door and my eyes fell upon his cock as it pushed against his black jeans—big and hard.
Damn. I want it.
He curved those sexy lips into a wicked smile. “Good afternoon, Nova.”
“Nice to see you again.” I climbed out of the car and stood near him, feeling the heat of his presence radiating off his skin.
“No. I think it is much nicer to see you.” He silently slipped his intense gaze along the contours of my dress, making me feel like he was going to devour me whole. “Very nice choice.”
“I’m glad you approve.”
“I just hope you don’t mind that dress being torn.”
I bit my bottom lip.
The lusty hunger in the air was undeniable. I swore an electric current danced between us.
My heart beat faster.
Tristan’s gaze drifted to the gift bag that I was holding. A curious glint sparked in his eyes. “I get a present today?”
“It’s a small thank you for last night.”
“You already thanked me when you came all over my fingers.”
My body hummed.
Butterflies unfolded in my stomach.
He extended his hand. “Give it to me.”
I quirked my brows. “That’s how you ask to see something?”
“You are lucky that I didn’t take it.” Tristan closed the small distance between us, leaned in closer, and brushed his lips along my ear. “Or do you want me to take it?”
I trembled.
A dark chuckle left him.
He extended his hand to mine. Our fingers brushed against each other, sending shivers down my spine. The warmth of his touch lingered on my skin.
The soft light of the garage cast a romantic glow on our surroundings.
As Tristan’s eyes met mine once more, I could see the reflection of our shared desire. “What do you have on under that dress?”
“You’ll see later.”
“That’s not an answer, Nova.”
“That’s the answer I’m giving you.”
“You are lucky that I am letting you wear that sexy dress at all.”
I blushed, feeling the heat rising to my cheeks.
Fast, Tristan moved his lips to mine and kissed me deeply.
Oh my God. He’s going to give me a heart attack.
So hungry for him, I raised my hands. My fingers slid through his hair.
He deepened the kiss, our lips melding together in a passionate dance that set my entire body ablaze. His hands roamed over my body like a painter’s brush on canvas—caressing every curve with absolute precision.
It was as if he were committing each contour to memory.
Mmmm.
The warmth of his touch sent waves of pleasure rippling through me, awakening a hunger that I had never before experienced.
Moaning, I molded to him. My body surrendered to the magnetic pull of his embrace, ready to give him full access to every part of me.
The kiss deepened.
Our breaths mingled, becoming one as we lost ourselves in the intoxicating allure of each other’s presence.
Finally, when our kiss ended, I leaned back breathless.
Tristan grinned. His eyes sparkled with a blend of desire and tender affection. Then, he took the bag from my hand. His fingers brushed against mine again, reigniting the fire that continued to rise between us.
Nervous about the gift, I whispered, “I hope you like it. This is just. . .something small.”
He kept the bag on his side. “How did you sleep last night?”
“Very good.”
His gaze bore into my soul, melting me into a pool of unadulterated desire. “Did you dream of me?”
“No, but. . .” I swallowed. “I thought of you all morning.”
“What did you think of?”
I smirked. “Open your thank you gift.”
“Hmmm. Those morning thoughts must have been nasty.”
They sure were.
Tristan looked down and opened the bag. Next, a smile spread across his face. “Oh my.”
Please, like this.
He dug his hand into the bag and pulled out the leather-bound sketchbook. “This is quite a surprise.”