CORAL - Fallen (A Romance Trilogy, Book 2) (5 page)

I close my eyes and think about us making
love, Tristan was warm and soft and gentle and a million miles away. I sigh
again knowing that is the truth of it. Well, we’re going to do far more
practicing this weekend, so hopefully he’ll see that I’m ok. In-fact, I think
he did do some good as far as replacing the memories go, the feelings and the
emotions. But I’m still not sure if Tristan is going to be the same with me as
before, he seemed so distant after I told him that I’d been...I can’t even
bring myself to say the word – I can’t believe I told him.

I shudder remembering his reaction and how
I felt when I thought he didn’t want me anymore, that was scary and has made me
realise some home truths, what I’ve been denying admitting to myself.

I know now, that no matter what, I simply
cannot lose him. I cannot be without him. He is my life now, and I know that
only a few days ago, that level of commitment, of being intimate with someone,
scared me half to death. But it’s been overtaken by the feeling of losing him,
so for me, that is now more scary than committing to this, to us.

I sit up and gaze out at the sparkling blue
ocean. It’s another beautiful day. I sigh blissfully.
Who’d have thought I’d
be feeling like this?

I think about synchronicity, how everything
seemed to fall into place at exactly the right time so that Tristan could make
his way into my life. Joyce leaving, Rob disappearing, colliding with Lily, if
it weren’t for all those things happening, I’d be sat in my studio right now,
bored and lonely, denying to myself that I wanted someone in my life,
constantly convincing myself that I was better off on my own. When the truth
is, I’m not, at all.

I shake my head in wonder. Then I get a
flashback of Tristan gazing up at me as he moved inside me, desire explodes within
me, I want him again, now!

I hear movement downstairs. He’s back! –
Such
good timing!

“Coral,” Tristan calls out. He sounds like
he’s running up the stairs.

“Morning baby,” I shout back. I hear Tristan
chuckle. Then he wonders in with a bag and two take-out cups. “Good morning
sleepyhead,” he smiles his deep dimpled smile at me. I can't help swooning at
him.

He’s wearing his sweats from last night, a
pair of trainers and a white t-shirt that moulds to his broad shoulders and
strong muscled arms, but most of all, what hits me more than anything, is his
just shagged, disheveled looking hairdo –
God he looks good!

“Hey sexy,” I reply flirtatiously. Tristan chuckles,
kicks off his trainers and joins me on the bed. I instantly feel very naked as
he sits there fully dressed.

He leans towards me and kisses me softly on
the lips.

“Hi,” he says croakily.

“Hi,” I say feeling shy.

He chuckles. “A cappuccino for the lady,”
he says handing one to me.

“Thanks,” I squeak. I take it off him and
put it on the floor. I spy my lacy shorts and vest top, I pick them up and
shove them under the quilt. Tristan stops what he’s doing cocks his head to the
side, his lips quirking up at the corners.

“What are you doing?” he chuckles.

“Um....” I feel like I’m blushing as he
sits there appraising me. “Nothing,” I say pulling my vest top on, and
scrambling under the quilt to get my shorts on. Then I kick the quilt off me,
crawl along the bed to him and kiss him hard. All I want to do is have him over,
and over again. I am not interested in food – at all.

“Hey,” he chuckles running his hand down my
cheek. “Can we eat first?”

“You’re hungry?” I grumble.

“Yes.” He answers pulling out a large Styrofoam
box and handing it to me with a pair of plastic knives and forks, then he does
the same for himself.

I watch him open his box, which reveals a
full English breakfast. Tristan dives into the bag and pulls out two white bags
and hands one to me. “Toast,” he says in explanation.

Opening his bag up, he takes a bite of his
toast and starts digging into his breakfast. That’s when I know we need to fit
food shopping in at some point today. I have to get back to my healthy eating.

“Please eat Coral,” he tells me between
mouthfuls. “I can tell you’ve already lost a couple of pounds, I don’t want you
wasting away or getting ill.”
Damn it, how could he tell?

“Oh, I can tell,” he says, spookily reading
me. I look up at him and see that he’s stopped eating, and has one eyebrow
cocked up, just like me. I stifle a giggle and
open my
box, expecting to have the same. But yet again, Tristan has thought of what I
like, and it definitely isn’t a full breakfast. Instead, I have an omelette.

I smile broadly at him. “Thank you,” I lean
forward and kiss his cheek. Then start digging in, feeling ravenous. Mmm
mushroom and spinach omelette, it is delicious, and just what I need after not
eating much over the past few days.

“Breakfast in bed,” I smile, thinking how
nice this is. “No-one’s ever done that for me,” I add, my voice sounding unintentionally
sad.

Tristan looks astonished. “Seriously?” he
says his eyes wide.

I shrug. “What about you?” I ask between
mouthfuls. Tristan instantly looks uncomfortable, his cheeks flushing slightly.
“Ah, you have,” I say guessing right.

“Yes.” He reluctantly answers.

“And who was the lucky lady?” I ask
teasingly. He raises one eyebrow at me. “You don’t want to tell me?” I scowl.

“Not really,” he answers darkly.

“Why not?” I whisper.
Do I really want
to know?

“Because it turned out she was...” Tristan
breaks off his cheeks flushing red. I’m starting to notice he does that when he
gets mad about something, but I think we’ve been through enough since last
night, so I decide to drop it.

“Tristan, don’t worry about it, please.” He
looks across at me I smile tentatively at him. “This is an awesome omelette,” I
say in appreciation, trying to change the subject.

“I’m glad you like it,” he muffles between
forkfuls.

I look across at Tristan’s box and I’m
astonished to see he’s almost finished – I wish he wouldn’t do that – I feel
like I should stop too.

“What?” he asks putting his empty box in
the take-out bag.

“You eat really fast,” I say taking another
bite.

“I do when I’m hungry,” he admits.

“It’s not good for you, you know.”

“I know.”

“I hate eating on my own.” I say hoping
he’ll take this on board.

“Then I shall
endeavour
to slow down,” he says smiling his cheeky grin, his dimples
deepening.

I shake my head at him and chuckle. As I
take the final mouthful of my
omelette
, Tristan whips
the box from underneath me and stuffs it into the bag. Then he holds his hand
out for my knife and fork, I silently give them to him, he seems in a hurry. I
don’t know why?

“You seem in a rush,” I say taking a sip of
my drink.

“That’s because they’ll be here in an hour,”
he tells me.

“Who will?” I ask, wondering what he means.
Tristan cocks one eyebrow up, grinning from ear to ear. “The delivery guys,” he
says.

“Oh!” I forgot all about them, I go to
fling myself out of bed.

“Relax Coral,” he says launching himself on
top of me. “I had other plans before they arrive,” he adds sexily, his eyes
glinting wickedly. He kisses me hard on the lips. It takes a couple of seconds
for my brain to register what he means.

Pulling back from me, Tristan reaches over
to the other side of the bed and launches his hand up in the air, smiling down
at me with his most sexy, panty-combusting smile. I look up, and see he has a very
large box of condoms.

“You remembered,” I giggle, wriggling
underneath him.

“It was the first thing on my mind this
morning, having you again, you sexy, brave girl.”

My heart hammers against my chest. “I’m not
brave Tristan,” I whisper.

“Oh yes you are,” he argues.

I roll my eyes at him and smile. “So you
want to have me again?” I tease.

“Yes.” His eyes dilate as we gaze at one
another.

“So take me,” I challenge.

“I want you to tell me something first.” He
softly says. My smile instantly fades. What does he want to know now? I bite my
bottom lip, nervously.

“Ok,” I whisper.

“If I do anything…anything that makes you
feel uncomfortable’ – I press my finger to his lips feeling relieved. “I know
what you’re asking, and yes, I will tell you,” I tell him firmly.

“Give me your word,” he adds.

“Tristan,” I moan. He’s lying on top of me,
his erection pressing into my belly, it’s turning me on, big time – I just want
him, less talk, more action.

“Say it,” he snaps.

“Ok!” I breathe my hands held up. “I give
you my word.”

“Good.” His mouth swoops down on mine,
pushing my lips apart, claiming me, possessing me.
Whoa! This is different
to last night. He’s definitely not holding back!

He pulls my vest over my head, I yank his
t-shirt off, and try to kiss his chest, his shoulders, but he shakes his head
at me and pushes me down. Then his mouth is on my nipples, sucking them slowly,
making them hard and elongated again –
Jesus, I didn’t know you could feel
it down there when
…He tugs a little harder on my right nipple it feels
exquisite.

“Tristan,” I gasp aloud almost climaxing.

“Oh Coral, you’re so beautiful.” His
breathes. He gently caresses my breasts in his soft hands, then starts kissing down
my torso, his hands softly following, caressing every part of me. Then taking
me by surprise he flips me over, gently moves my hair out of the way and starts
kissing the back of my neck, sending shivers all the way down my spine.

“You have such beautiful skin, so soft.” He
says. I can feel his erection digging against my backside. I close my eyes and
moan aloud, this is exquisite. Justin was never like this with me –
Shut up
Coral!

I push that thought away and concentrate.
Tristan moves again, kissing across my shoulders, down my back. He works his
way down, kissing and nipping along my backside, and moves all the way down my
legs, running his hands up and down, leaving soft, wet kisses as he does.

My whole body is on fire. When he reaches
my feet, he kisses along the arch of each foot, then he works his way back up, he
moves up to my hips and flips me over again. Then slowly and seductively,
keeping his eyes on mine, he peels of my shorts.
Oh wow, he’s so sexy…

Pushing my legs apart, he starts kissing
along the inner thigh of my right leg. Just as he reaches my sex, he gently blows
up and down my clitoris, then smiles his most devilish smile at me. I
practically convulse, then he starts on my left leg, and I know when he reaches
there
, it’ll be over, I won’t be able to take it.

As he reaches my sex, he closes his eyes
and plants a soft kiss, right there on my clitoris.

“Tristan!” I hiss and breathe out, trying
to stop the trembling.

“You are so sexy,” he whispers, his eyes
boring into mine. Oh, I’ll never forget this image, his face between my legs,
his deep hypnotic eyes staring up at me.

Then his mouth is on me, in me –
Oh my
god!

His tongue is there, inside me. Then he
pulls out and licks up and down my clitoris. Then he changes and he’s going
round and round in soft circles, then he gently sucks, then stops and gently
blows again, and that’s my undoing.

I come loudly, calling out his name. I feel
like I’ve just come apart at the seams. That was amazing. I can still feel it
flooding through me, to every bone and muscle in my body. My heart is hammering
against my chest, my breathe coming in sharp gusts.
Whoa!

Then as I start to come down, I start to drift.
I feel like I’m floating in the air, I’m so light…

“Baby?” Tristan chuckles lightly. I force
my eyes open.
Where have I been?

“Sorry,” I pant, blinking several times. I
feel like I’ve just left the planet for a while.

“You’re very responsive,” he murmurs,
leaning down to kiss me.

“That’s because it’s you…” I murmur against
his lips.

“What are you saying Coral? You’ve never…?”
Tristan stops he’s half smiling, slightly bemused.

“Tristan, I’ve only ever slept with one
other guy…and’ I swallow hard ‘It was never like this, let’s put it that way.”
I tell him, feeling shy.

His mouth pops open and his eyed widen in
shock. “One guy?” He says incredulously.

I don’t think he believes me. “Yes.” I gaze
up at him.

“One guy?” He murmurs again, slowly shaking
his head in disbelief. Then he starts to smile, a very sexy, lazy smile, I
smile back at him.

He leans forward, gives me a quick chaste
kiss, then starts his slow, sexy decent down my body, kissing me all over.
Oh
no!
I don’t think I can take it again. Then he gets to his feet, and shaking
his head in amazement, he pulls his sweats off and stands there completely
naked.