Just Deserts - Brenda Jackson [32]
He was tempted to ask why and decided not to bother. Hopefully she would show him why when they reached their hotel room. He was more than pleased with the way their relationship was progressing. Last night they had escalated things up a notch to become both lovers and friends. And their conversation in the department store, as well as the one they’d had a few moments ago, had proved they could talk to each other about practically anything. He had found the topic of quickies to have been rather interesting, as well as stimulating, to say the least.
“Will we stay in for dinner, too, Tris?”
“Let’s play it by ear to see what we prefer doing later.” He didn’t want to tell her that by the time dinner rolled around she wouldn’t have the strength to even get dressed.
Maybe it was his imagination, but he’d swear he felt the sexual tension between them thicken when he pulled into the hotel garage. When he pulled into a parking space, he glanced at her. She was staring at him. He’d have given just about anything to know what she was thinking. He definitely knew what was on his own mind.
“Ready to go up?” he asked evenly, not even wanting to think how he’d feel if she said no. He didn’t have to think twice about what there was about her that made him want to make love to her every chance he got. All day, every day.
“Yes, I’m ready. Are you?”
He raised a brow, wondering if she was issuing a challenge. “Yes, I’m more than ready.”
He saw her glance at his crotch. There was startling proof he could not hide. Deciding the sooner they got up to their suite the better off they’d both be, he unbuckled his seat belt and opened the car door, then came around to the other side to open hers.
He leaned over to unbuckle her seat belt and when his mouth was mere inches from hers, he swiped his tongue across her lips. He heard her swift intake of breath, then her startled groan.
“Sorry,” he whispered against her moist lips. “I couldn’t help myself.” Then he straightened, took a step back and reached out his hand to assist her from the car.
Danielle felt the soles of her feet plant firmly on solid ground when she got out of the car. When she’d given Tristan her hand, the moment they’d touched she had felt it. The deep stirrings within her had intensified. For a woman who had gone without sex for eight months, she was definitely getting her fill now, making up for lost time.
“Come this way. It will be more convenient to use the elevator over there.”
“All right.”
They walked side by side, holding hands, and when they reached the elevator door, he moved to stand behind her. She could feel his aroused body pressed against her backside and she had to squeeze her eyes shut at the sensations that started flowing inside her. She shivered in response to them. Memories of what they’d shared last night and that morning, when he had kissed every inch of her body, filled hers, and the shivers increased.
He wrapped his arms around her waist, bringing her back even closer against him. “Are you okay?” He leaned forward to whisper the words beneath her earlobe. His breath bathed her neck in warmth.
She opened her eyes. “Yes, I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You’ve gone quiet on me,” he said.
“Um, I was just thinking about something.” No need to tell him what that was. She thought about something else, too—her next conversation with Alex and Renée. When they asked how things were going with her and Tristan, what would she tell them? Would she admit they had crossed the line and were no longer just friends?
She remembered when she had seen Chris and Renée together at Alex and Hunter’s wedding. Without even being told that something was going on between them, she had known. She had been able to pick up on how Chris’s gaze would follow Renée wherever she went, and the smiles they would exchange when they thought no one else was watching.
Danielle’s mind was brought back to the present when the elevator door whooshed open and they moved aside to let a couple step out. Then Tristan took her hand and led her into the car. As soon as it began