Undeniable Love (Journey of Love #2) 03

Grinning, I nodded my head and said, “Oh, yes. I adore Azurdee. She is so sweet. Your mother really is so nice.”

Nodding his head, he continued to stare into the fire. “Yeah, Mom’s great. Lark picked out a good one I think with Azurdee. She seems to have settled his wild ways.”

Letting out a laugh, I said, “They are cute together. He seems to really love her.”

Tristan’s head snapped over to me. I choose not to acknowledge his action as I focused on the fire.

“Are you warming up?” Tristan asked as he moved the back of his hand down the side of my face. The sweet gesture caused me to lean into his hand.

“Almost,” I whispered.

Tristan stood and quickly lifted me up into a standing position. “What’s wrong?” I asked as my eyes searched his face. I wasn’t sure how to read the look in his eyes. Slowly shaking his head, he reached for my shirt and began to lift it over my head. Closing my eyes, I inhaled the smell of the burning wood. It felt as if my heart was on fire as Tristan reached behind my back and skillfully had my bra undone in less than two seconds. Dropping both my shirt and bra to the floor, he moved to my jeans. It wasn’t long before I stood before him, in front of the romantic fire, completely naked. Tristan’s eyes moved across my body as if he was memorizing every inch of me. I’d never had a man look at me like he couldn’t get enough. Placing my hand on my stomach, I attempted to calm the butterflies.

Taking my hands, he led me to the bed. “Lay down, Ryn.”

Moving onto the bed, I was flat in record time. Watching Tristan undress was like watching a Broadway show. So, so good, and you just didn’t want it to end. Rubbing my legs together, I counted down the seconds until he would be inside me.

Reaching back into his jeans, he pulled out a condom. Smiling, he crawled onto the bed. Rolling the condom on, he made his way between my legs. He had most of his whole body weight on me as he cupped my face and stared into my eyes. I could see the light from the fire dancing off his eyes.

Tristan had never moved so slowly. He began kissing along my neck as he whispered how beautiful I was.

“I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you, Ryn.”

My heart soared and I slowly began to let down the wall I had built up to protect myself. I was starting to picture a future with this man.

Whispering his name was all I could manage to do. He had my stomach in ultimate flutter mode.

“Tristan.”

Slowly pushing inside of me, we both let out a moan. This had been the first time in our relationship that we had truly had slow, passionate, meaningful sex. Tristan was making love to me. In the most romantic way imaginable.

As the buildup began, Tristan began to move faster. Gripping onto his arms, I felt my orgasm about to explode. Arching my back, I softly called out his name. Once my orgasm was over, Tristan moved closer to me, dropping his face into my neck as he moved his lips to my ear. I could feel him growing bigger inside of me. He was about to come.

“I’m falling in love with you, baby.”

One deep thrust and Tristan let out a soft moan as he whispered, “Ryn . . .”

Oh my. I whispered my feelings back to him. “Tristan, I’m falling in love with you.”

Wrapping my arms around him, Tristan held me for the longest time before he pulled out. Rolling over, he stared up at the ceiling with a confused look on his face. I wasn’t sure what to do. Tristan finally turned and kissed me. The kiss was long and passionate. It almost felt as if he was saying good-bye. Whispering my name against my lips, he got up and got dressed.

Those whispered words changed our relationship. Unfortunately, it was changed in a different way for each of us.

I’m falling in love with you, baby.

From that moment on, he acted as if I no longer existed.

Dodge squeezed me, pulling me out of my memory.

Clearing my throat, I said, “I see. Well, it looks like you both knew each other fairly well, and still do.”

Oh shit. I sound like I’m jealous. Wait . . . I am jealous. No I’m not. Get it together, Ryn. Get. It. Together.

Tristan smirked, while Sierra’s face looked sad. Closing my eyes, I shook my head. “I’m sorry, that sounded bitchy.”

Sierra smiled warmly. “I ran into Tristan. We had breakfast together and . . .” Sierra looked up at Tristan. “Some old sparks might have flared up. We’re just having fun, isn’t that right?”

Looking down at her, Tristan winked. “Right.” Looking at Dodge and me, Tristan nodded his head. “I’ve got to get going.”