Fall Into Me (Heart of Stone) (12 page)

Every
ounce of stress left my body and I slumped back down into my chair.
"Defective female? Baby, you are perfect. I don't know what those assholes
you dated in the past were thinking, but you're everything I've ever
wanted."

Nina
leaned over toward me and kissed me gently. "I hope you aren't mad that I
didn't tell you I was going to see Cal."

"I
wish you would have told me."

"Would
you have been okay with it?"

Shaking
my head, I said, "No way. I'm never a fan of the woman I love spending
time with another man, especially her ex."

"You
couldn't actually think that I'd want anyone but you, could you?"

"I
think it's time to go."

I
stood and stepped back to let Nina out, and she reached up to put her arms
around my neck. Standing on her toes, she slid her tongue over my bottom lip,
teasing me. "You thought I was going to say something else, didn't
you?"

Chuckling,
I shrugged off her question. "No. I had no idea what you wanted to
say."

She
stared up into my eyes for a moment and a sexy little grin spread across her
lips. "You just seem happier now. That's all. Seems suspicious."

I
pushed the hair away from her face and pressed my forehead to hers. "Did
you have anything else you wanted to say?"

A
tiny whimper escaped from her mouth and she closed her eyes. "I think I'll
save that for when we get home."

"I
wasn't thinking of doing much talking when we get home," I said quietly in
her ear.

We
walked out to the car as rain began to fall, and my mind flashed back to that
night in Venice. Covering Nina's hand with mine, I squeezed it and she looked
up at me. "The last time you and I were caught in a rainstorm was in Venice."

She
stopped short as the rain began to fall harder. "I've been to Venice?" she asked in a stunned voice.

"Yeah.
You loved it." I tucked her hair behind her ears and caressed her damp
cheek. "That was where I told you I loved you for the first time."

"We
fell in love in Venice? That's so romantic!"

Shaking
my head, I smiled down at her. "No, I fell in love with you long before Venice. I just didn't tell you."

Nina
wiped the rain from her forehead. "Why?"

"I
was afraid to say it because I didn't think I could handle it."

"Did
I love you before Venice?"

"I
don't know."

Chuckling,
she stuck her tongue out. "Now you're just playing dumb. I bet I was crazy
in love with you before Venice."

An
awkward silence came over us. Even if she had been crazy about me, that was
then. Now, she wasn't in love with me. Yet. I had to believe that what we'd had
before could be again, though.

"Let's
get out of this rain. We can continue this at home," I said as I guided
her to the car.

She
flashed me a devilish grin. "I thought we weren't going to be doing much
talking when we got home."

As
I opened her car door, I tilted her chin up and kissed her full on the mouth,
loving the feel of her lips on mine. "We aren't."

Chapter Twelve

Nina

After
standing in the rain staring into each other's eyes in Tony's parking lot, we
were both drenched, but I don't think either of us cared. We made out all the
way down my hallway, finally stumbling into my bedroom as he slid his hands
under my dress to cup my ass. Lifting me, he held me just above his cock as I
wrapped my legs around his waist, desperate to feel him inside me.

Tristan
lifted his head from my neck and looked over at my bed where the babydoll he'd
bought me was laid out. Turning back toward me, he licked his lips and grinned.
"I want to see you in that tonight."

God,
he could drive a woman insane! There I was, my body ready and waiting for him,
and all he could think of was window dressing.

"Really?
You want to stop?" I said with a pout.

"I
love that on you. I want to see you in it when I fuck your brains out," he
groaned against my neck.

"If
I put it on, what do I get?" I teased as I rubbed my achy clit against the
front of his pants.

"Other
than me fucking you like a man on a quest to make you come more times than you
ever have?"

I
loved it when he talked like this. His voice was so deep and so filled with
need, and something in it traveled straight to my core.

"I
do like that, but what else? I should get something for putting up with you
stopping right in the middle to make me put on a babydoll."

His
eyes flashed his desire—or was it something else? With a firm grasp, he cupped
my ass and pulled me to him so I could feel the full length of his stiff cock.
"You tell me what you want and it's yours."

I
couldn't think of a thing I wanted at that moment more than to feel him inside
me. I slid my tongue across his bottom lip. "Surprise me."

Tristan
lowered me to the floor and as I turned to grab the lingerie from the bed,
yanked me back until I was pressed hard against him. In my ear, he whispered
heavily, "Don't make me wait long."

I
raced to the bathroom and changed, wanting to make a real entrance for him. I
wanted so much to make him happy, to be the woman who drove him mad with
desire. He had such power over me that with just a word or a glance, he could
make me forget all my fears to be what would please him.

As
I dressed, I glanced at the mirror, not entirely happy with what I saw. I
pushed up my breasts to look more like the woman who'd served us at his club,
but the effect wasn't the same. No matter. I was the woman he lived with, the
woman he said he loved, I told myself.

When
I came out of the bathroom, he was sitting on the edge of the bed, still fully
dressed. Confused, I walked toward him. "Is something wrong? You're still
dressed."

His
brown eyes seemed to dance as he looked at me. "Not a thing. Turn around
for me, Nina."

I
did as he commanded, twirling the babydoll so the panties beneath showed. When
I faced him again, he was staring at me, his eyes focused on mine. He sat there
silently while I waited for him to speak, each moment that ticked by making me
uncomfortable as his gaze never wavered.

"Tristan?"

He
shook his head. "Shhh. Come here."

Taking
my hand, he pulled me onto his lap so I straddled him. I pressed my hands to
his chest as he slid his finger under the strap on my right shoulder, teasing
my skin with his touch. He leaned in to lightly pepper kisses across my
collarbone, and I shivered from a chill that ran down my spine.

I
wanted him so badly. How he could be so calm and controlled when I could barely
contain my need to have him touch every inch of me drove me wild. It was
enthralling, sexy, and maddening all at the same time.

My
body ached for him to do anything, yet he seemed content to simply watch me as
he lightly traced the outline of my babydoll across the top of my breasts.
Breathing became next to impossible as I waited for him to do something to ease
my need for him.

His
cock pressed hard against my excited pussy, and I began grinding slowly against
him, wanting so much to feel a sense of release from everything building up
inside me. Leaning forward, I tried to kiss him, but he backed away, leaving me
lost and frustrated.

Staring
up at me, his brown eyes heavy with desire, he pushed down on my hips until our
bodies met. Holding me there, he whispered, "I want nothing to come
between us, Nina. When I think of you, you're mine. Every inch of you, mine. I
want every man who sees you to know you belong to me."

As
he spoke, he lifted his hips ever so slightly off the bed to slide his hard
cock over my needy clit. His words created a desperation to have him inside me
that I found hard to control.

"Yes,"
I whispered. "I'm yours. Please..."

"Patience,
baby. You'll get what you want soon."

I
didn't want to be patient. I wanted him to fuck me hard as I rode him until he
made my body shake from my release and my limbs felt boneless.

Tugging
his shirt, I tried to pull it over his head, but he stopped me and took my
hands in his. Holding them above my head with his right hand, he trailed the
fingers of his other hand over my breast, lingering on my excited nipple until
he squeezed it hard between his thumb and forefinger. I cried out in a mixture
of pain and pleasure, unsure of which I felt more.

"Tell
me what you want and it's yours. Jewelry, clothes, trips—name it and it's yours,"
he said with a sexy smile. "I'll give you anything you want."

I
didn't care about any of that. For the first time in my life, things I could
buy with money didn't matter. I could have anything my heart desired, and none
of it meant a damn thing. All that mattered was him. I loved him. I needed him.
I couldn't deny him. In just weeks, he'd become everything to me and I wanted
to make him see that.

"I
want you. I want to feel you inside me as we make love. I want to taste your
lips and feel your tongue in my mouth when you kiss me like you can't live
without me. I want to hear you moan when I make you come. I don't care about
things. It's you I want."

He
closed his eyes and spoke in a voice that sounded strained. "I'd give you
anything to make you happy. Just the thought of you visiting your ex-boyfriend
makes me crazy, Nina. You live here in my house, just feet away from me each
night as I lay in bed alone and wanting you so bad it hurts."

When
he stopped talking, he opened his eyes and I saw all the need he hid so often.
He yearned for the Nina who'd loved him and I could finally give him that. I
loved him. I adored him. His happiness was in my hands, and I wanted to be what
he loved.

"No
more waiting. I want to be yours. Heart and soul. I love you. You're everything
to me, Tristan."

For
a moment, he sat there perfectly still, like he was frozen in time, but then
those gorgeous brown eyes that had haunted me from the first time I saw him
gazing down at me as I lay in that hospital bed softened and in them I saw all
the emotion he kept hidden inside. I leaned in and kissed him deeply, wanting
him to give me those feelings he so rarely showed.

Releasing
his hold on my wrists, he slid his hands over my back and pulled me to him. His
voice was ragged as he whispered hoarsely, "I love you, Nina. No more
distance between us."

"No
more," I promised as he let me slide his shirt over his head.

I
filled my eyes with the view of his muscular body as he lifted me off him to
take off his jeans. Every inch of his body looked hard, like he was in total
control of every muscle's movement. My gaze slipped from his broad shoulders,
down over his chest with that unusual double snake tattoo, to his rock hard
abs. He stepped out of his clothes and as I stood there enthralled with how
beautiful he looked, he knelt before me.

"I
want to see you," he rasped as he slid his hands up underneath my
babydoll.  He made quick work of my panties and then moved to pull the straps
of the lingerie down as the entire silk and lace top dropped to the floor
around my feet.

Tristan
licked his lips and looked up at me as I stood naked before him. His hands
caressed my hips, and he placed a tiny kiss just below my navel, making my legs
go weak from desire. So good at drawing out our lovemaking, he was always in
control while I craved him so much I would have raced to the part where he was
deep inside me. He was pure seduction, and he drove me wild.

He
knew it too.

He
drew his fingertip down through my wet slit until he reached my opening.
Quickly, he thrust two fingers inside me, and I almost fell to the floor at how
incredible my pussy felt filled with any part of him, even if fingers weren't
what I wanted.

"So
tight," he groaned. "I love how your cunt feels. So wet for me. Do
you hear how wet you are?"

"Yessss..."
I mewed as he fucked me with his fingers and the pad of his thumb drew
delicious circles on my clit.

"Do
you know how sexy you look right now?" he asked while his eyes searched my
face for how good he made me feel.

It
was all too raw, and I closed my eyes to save some part of me from those eyes
staring up at me. But he wouldn't let me escape.

"Keep
your eyes open, Nina. I want to see every sensation through them. I want to see
your soul through them."

I
opened them and looked down his body to see his cock standing thick against his
stomach. It touched the bottom of his navel, and I yearned to be filled with it
instead of his fingers. To feel him push deep into me and retreat, leaving me
empty and wanting more, before he filled me again, taking my breath away in the
most sublime way.

"Tristan,
don't make me wait," I whimpered as he continued thrusting two fingers in
and out of me.

"What
does my Nina want?" he asked in a voice laced with sex and just a touch of
sharpness.

"You.
More than just fingers. All of you."

In
one swift movement, he slid them out of me and stood to his full height.
"I promised you slow and easy the other night."

I
palmed his thick cock, wrapping my fingers around it as far as I could, and
looked up at him. "Give me slow and easy the second time. Now I want to
feel you inside me fucking my brains out, like you promised."

"That
I can do," he said in that deep voice I loved as he took me in his arms
and pushed me onto the bed.

He
held his body over mine and ran his cock through my wet folds, skimming its
full length over the tiny bundle of nerves at the top. The feeling was
exquisite, a mixture of aching desire and pure pleasure like nothing else in
the world.

I
reached up to wrap my arms around his neck as he rammed deep into me, nearly
taking my breath away. His cock stretched me, forcing me to accept him, as he
fucked me just as I'd asked. I wanted to see him stripped of the control that
ruled him. I wanted to see the real Tristan Stone.

He
groaned next to my ear as his hips flexed back and forth, pistoning his cock
into me as I grasped at him to hold on. Our sex was animalistic, but I loved
watching him shed the veneer of civility he wore around everyone, including me.

My
body was his to do with as he pleased with no fight from me. Even if I wanted
to resist, I couldn't. I craved his touch, the feel of his body invading mine
as he made me his completely.

"God,
you feel so fucking good," he moaned into my ear as he buried his head in
the pillow next to me.

"Don't
stop," I cried out when he slid out of me and didn't return. "Please,
Tristan."

"Roll
over, baby. I want to watch your face as I fuck you this way."

I
flipped over onto my stomach and raised myself onto my hands and knees. Looking
up, I saw the image of us in the mirror above the dresser—him kneeling behind
me in control of our pleasure and me smaller in front of him and his to take as
he chose.

He
pressed his body against my back and tenderly wrapped his hand around my
throat, his lips grazing my earlobe as he spoke. "Don't take your eyes off
the mirror, Nina. Watch me as I fuck you."

I
waited to feel him enter me again, anticipating how it would feel in this
position and wondering if we'd made love like this before. His cock nudged into
me slowly, like sweet torture, until he was fully seated inside my body. With
his hand still around my neck, he began stabbing into me, creating the most
incredible sensations with each thrust in and each pull out.

In
the mirror, he watched me watch him, his gaze never wavering as he stroked in
and out of me. He was power and desire personified, and I couldn't get enough
of him. I pushed against his cock, eager for him to move faster, and he met my
silent desire for more, fucking me faster and harder.

His
body crashed hard against my ass, pushing me forward on the sheets, but I
leaned back, guided by his hand around my neck. The sensual sounds of our
lovemaking filled the room—his moans and mine, the slapping of skin as our
bodies met each time he entered me. He snaked his arm around my waist and
pulled me upright, changing the angle of his cock and sending my body into
overdrive as he continued to fuck me.

I
watched in the mirror as he slid his finger over my clit, making my thighs
quiver as my orgasm began deep inside me. I was so close and only needed just a
little more. One more thrust of his cock inside me. One more touch of his
finger on my clit. One more delicious moan of my name in my ear.

"Come
for me, Nina. Let me feel you surrender to me."

His
hand tightened around my throat, and I came so hard I was afraid I might
collapse if he wasn't holding me to him. I heard him groan and just as I was
sure I couldn't take anymore, he thrust his cock into me one last time and
came, sending jets of hot liquid deep inside me.