Chapter 101: Chapter 101
Tristan's POV
I was on fire. After years of pining after her, finally, I could get close to her. I couldn't let go. It had become more of an addiction for me. I could keep her in the sanctity of my arms forever. She was more than I had ever imagined her to be. Ever since I had a taste of her, kissing her became my favorite pastime. One that I couldn't live without.
I had planned our first date meticulously but Ralph started purposely riling me up knowing that I had feelings for Amelia. I was close to all of them when I spent a few days there, after Amelia's departure. These were the people who helped me cope with my grief. When dad found me, he took me away with him. I had been so busy that I never got the time to go back and thank them. This was a part of my past I hadn't told Amelia about. Maybe I would in the future but right now I just wanted to be with her and just enjoy my time with her. Once I was sure about our relationship, I would tell her everything. I was satisfied with the way we were progressing. There was no rush, no compulsion, and I was just going with the flow of things.
The date went well as we got to know so much about one another. But what I loved was the magic I shared with her. The way she responded to me, the way she melted in my arms had me feeling that she still wanted me just like I wanted her. It was as if the eight years that we were apart never happened at all. It was as if we reconnected from where we had left off. Was this true love? I know that she didn't approve of the way I had sneaked into her apartment but I was compelled by my heart. I just couldn't sleep, I had to meet her.
So here I was waiting eagerly for Amelia to change and join me on the bed. Would I want to leave her? Never. I wanted more.
Amelia's POV
I showered and changed into the clothes I brought with me and came out of the washroom to find Tristan just wearing his jeans as he stood by the bed. My eyes hungrily took in his bare broad muscular shoulders, his awesome six-pack, his hard chest, and the rippling muscles as he walked towards me slowly. It had me gulping while raw desire coursed through my body. I wanted to run my fingers all over his body, to feel him against me. More sinful thoughts entered my mind and I tried my best to blink them away. There was a strange se*ual tension hanging in the air between us as if pulling me towards him like a magnet.
I knew that he was approaching me slowly and my eyes flew up to his. They were dark pools and they watched me like a hawk, taking me in minutely. They did strange things to my heart. I felt as if I was naked under his hot gaze. His eyes traveled the length of my body and suddenly I wanted to hide somewhere. Did he like what he saw?
"Delicious," he teased, his eyes glittering with amusement.
"I'm not food," I said and he laughed.
"You are for me!" he said, making my cheeks turn red. What were we discussing? It was really a turn-on!
"Umm. I thought you had gone to sleep," I said nervously to lighten the atmosphere in the room. He smirked at my stupid retort.
"How can I be so selfish?" he said, his eyes looking a little amused.
"Uh, I think we should sleep," I said but strangely I was rooted to the spot. I couldn't move even if I wanted to.
His smirk widened. "Don't worry, we'll sleep too," he said, making my cheeks burn with embarrassment. Sleep too? What exactly did he mean by that? Would he? I gulped with nervousness but the devil's smirk broadened more.
So I refused to show my nervousness and stood my ground awkwardly as he approached me, his body just inches from mine, his eyes never leaving mine. He picked up my hand and drew it up, placing it over his chest, his heart. A jolt of electric tingles coursed through me. I felt his accelerated heartbeat... thump, thump, telling me that his condition was no better than mine. My eyes widened more, feeling his wildly beating heart but more so his warm skin under my palm. It made me lick my lips with nervousness.
His skin felt so smooth that I felt like running my fingers all over his body. I really couldn't believe the needy b*tch that I had become. For years I didn't even need a kiss or a make-out when all my friends eagerly went out on dates with any Tom, Dick, and Harry that they met. And now that I got a taste of Tristan, I just couldn't control my needs around him. One look, one touch was enough to get me aroused!
"See, what you do to me, baby doll?" he said, his intense gaze delving deep into my soul.
I stared at him with disbelief. It was true that his heart was beating like crazy. Was it only because of me? Was he too just as aroused as I was? My zero experience with men, with flirting and romance, didn't help. I had no idea how to respond to his words,
"Jay," I whispered, feeling his heartbeats go wild. One look at him and I forgot like a fool what I was planning to say.
"I've been away from you for eight years already, baby doll. No, more. From now on, we'll sleep together every night, cuddling together," he stated as if like an order for me to obey. I wasn't arguing. Who would when the one you love offered you such bliss? The needy b*tch inside me started a happy dance.