Just Deserts - Brenda Jackson [41]
Tristan didn’t have to be asked twice. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her like a man starving for her, and then he scooped her into his arms and carried her into her bedroom. He placed her on her feet while he removed her clothes and then his. Then he backed her up against the bed, with every intention of tumbling her onto it and following her there.
Danielle caught him unawares when she switched positions and pushed him down on the bed, instead, and quickly moved to straddle his body.
She smiled as she looked down at him. “First I think I want to show you how much I enjoy making love to you.”
And then she lowered her mouth to his, swept her tongue inside his mouth and tangled with his tongue the same way he was known to do hers. Moments later she broke off the kiss and lowered her mouth to his chest, making slow, circular motions all over it with her tongue. She caught hold of a nipple and sucked it between her teeth, laving it while he repeated her name over and over, letting her know that what she was doing to him felt good.
As far as she was concerned, however, he hadn’t felt anything yet.
Before she could give him a chance to react, she shifted positions again and lowered her head to take him into her mouth. She felt his body jerk beneath her but held tight, not intending to go anywhere. She remained still while he absorbed the feel of being inside her hot, wet mouth. She knew the exact moment he did so, when he threaded his fingers through her hair.
And then she let her mouth begin pleasuring him, tasting him the same way he had tasted her. With a greediness she felt all the way to her toes, she ran her lips and tongue all along his aroused member and then took it back into her mouth again, giving it everything it rightly deserved.
Tristan called her name, heard the primal growl from his throat, but still, she refused to let up. He took the choice out of her hands—or out of her mouth—when he reached down and pulled her up before shifting positions and easing his hard shaft into her just seconds before he exploded.
The release triggered something within her and she screamed his name as a drowning orgasm hit her, as well. The last conscious thought that crossed her mind before she tumbled beneath the waves of ecstasy was that she could definitely get used to this.
Chapter 9
Danielle dabbed at her eyes thinking that Renée made such a beautiful bride. And she looked simply stunning, completely elegant in her white cocktail-length wedding dress embellished with delicate embroidery and pearl beading on the halter bodice. A classy pair of silver-and-white strappy sandals graced her feet, and the infamous diamond necklace—the one Marc had almost done away with—hung around her neck.
The bride and groom were now posing for the camera. Renée had said they wanted lots of pictures to share with everyone. Danielle glanced around. It appeared that more than three hundred guests had been invited to the Sweet House. Built in the early 1900s, the building transported its guests back in time the moment they stepped inside its doors. The sheer elegance echoed a time long gone.
“You okay?”
Tristan didn’t wait for an answer. He leaned down and wrapped his arms around her waist.
She looked at him. “Yes, I’m fine. Just happy. I don’t know how to explain it, Tris, but it’s like I’ve waited for this day to happen for Renée forever, when I’ve only known her for a little more than three months. How can that be?”
He smiled and pulled her closer into his arms, remembering the last two days they’d spent in San Francisco. They still hadn’t gotten a lot of sightseeing in, but that was okay. What they had gotten in had been even more precious. Before, they’d known each other as best friends. Now they knew each other as lovers. He was more aware of her, more honed in to her wants and needs than ever before.
“The way I see it,” he said, dipping his head to brush a kiss across her forehead, “is that something good came out of Marc’s deceit, after all. He was