Just Deserts - Brenda Jackson [23]
“Tristan?”
Her voice cut into what he was thinking, and it was a good thing it had. He was fully aroused. He glanced over at her as he pulled into the hotel’s parking garage. “Yes?”
“I asked whose bed we’re sleeping in tonight.”
He brought the car to a stop and cut the engine. He shifted his body to give her his absolute attention. “It really doesn’t matter, sweetheart, because I can guarantee you that neither of us will get much sleep.”
A short while later while riding the elevator up to their suite, Danielle remembered Tristan’s words and shuddered in anticipation. Earlier that day, kissing him back had been natural, as if it was something her body had wanted to do for a long time. It had been one of the most mesmerizing things she’d ever done in her life. She was being swept up in a storm of excitement thinking about what was yet to come. If those subtle hints and sex-laced innuendos he’d made all evening were true, then she was in for the time of her life. And for her it was long overdue.
“You okay?”
She glanced up at him. “Yes, I’m fine.”
They had stepped out of the elevator and were walking down the long hallway to their room. Tristan was always asking about her well-being; her physical and mental state had always been of concern to him. They still were. He hadn’t known just how she would react when she’d discovered the extent of Marc’s deceit. A part of her still didn’t want to believe it. She just couldn’t accept that any man could stoop so low and be so devious. But her dead husband had, and now she felt obligated to clean up the mess he’d left behind. Chris still wouldn’t say which of the three wedding bands Marc had choked on. She figured Chris didn’t want her, Alex or Renée feeling guilty. If only he knew just how non-guilty she felt. As far as she was concerned, choking on one of the rings seemed like a fitting way for him to go.
“Let it go, Dani.”
She snatched her gaze up to Tristan, wondering how he had known what she’d been thinking. As if the question was in her eyes, he said, “Your breathing shifted from calm to turbulent. At first I thought it was for another reason—until I looked down and saw you frown. Whatever you were thinking about him were unhappy thoughts. Let it go. When we cross over that threshold into our room, I want your complete attention. I don’t want to compete for it.”
“You won’t have to,” she assured him, trying to redirect her thoughts and dismiss Marc from her mind. She turned her attention to Tristan and what lay ahead. “Other than the fact we won’t be getting much sleep, what else do you want to tell me about tonight?” she asked, smiling.
He looked down at her with those dark, intense eyes she’d always thought were gorgeous. “I intend for it to be special.”
“And I have no doubt that it will be,” she said.
“And for us things will go beyond me satisfying your needs, Dani.”
That statement somewhat confused her, since she thought that was the main reason they were doing it. He would be satisfying her needs and she would be satisfying his. They had both admitted to being in desperate need of a lover and had turned to each other because they trusted each other implicitly.
“I don’t understand what you mean,” she said truthfully.
He smiled at her when they stopped in front of the hotel door. “That’s fine, but one day you will, Dani. I’m going to make sure of it.”
She pondered his words and could only come up with one answer and hope she was right. He knew more than anyone what she wanted, what Marc had cheated her out of. Was Tristan hinting at the possibility he would give her the child she’d always wanted?
She would not have asked that of him, no matter how much she wanted to become a mother. Asking him to be her lover had been bold enough, but she knew where to draw the line. However, the sheer excitement of that possibility had her mind racing, her heart overjoyed, to the point that she felt all misty-eyed. She reached out and touched his hand. “It’s a baby,