Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66185 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 331(@200wpm)___ 265(@250wpm)___ 221(@300wpm)
I nod and take a sip of my beverage. “Here I am.”
“No regrets?” Tristan’s eyes sharpen on my face.
“One,” I admit. I set the cup down and take a deep breath as I meet his eyes. “That I made you wait eight months.”
Tristan’s gaze warms, and I’m rewarded with a happy smile – the one I don’t get to see much.
Remembering what Alexei said about Tristan watching me, I relax back in the chair and ask, “So you stalked me?”
Tristan lets out a chuckle. “I watched you.”
I shrug. “Same thing.” My smile widens as I ask, “Every day? Where?”
“After school. From my car.”
“Did you take photos?” I ask.
Tristan lets out a silent burst of laughter. “No. I wanted to see you in person.”
I take a deep breath to try and calm the flames licking at my abdomen. A year ago, I would’ve run for the hills, but now I want to crawl over the table and rip his clothes off. “It’s a turn on to hear how much you wanted me,” I admit.
Tristan’s eyes lock on mine, and I watch as they lighten. “Then you’ll want to skip eating when you hear how many times I stroked my cock to the image of you.”
I squirm on my chair, and leaning forward, I rest my arms on the table. “How many times?”
He slowly shakes his head. “Hundreds. The second our eyes met, I was yours.”
I savor the answer. Knowing Tristan was committed to me from the moment our eyes locked for the first time fills me with a heady emotion. Every sinfully hot inch of him is mine.
“The foreplay is entertaining,” Tristan murmurs as he rises to his feet. “But the sooner we eat, the quicker I get to fuck you.”
I let out a burst of laughter as I get up. We walk to the selection of Scandinavian and international foods laid out in a buffet setting and begin to fill our plates with deliciousness.
TRISTAN
Having Hana to myself for the past two weeks has only made me more determined to have her move into the penthouse. Permanently.
It’s our last night in Iceland, and I’ve arranged a special outing for us. Walking into the hotel's lobby, our guide is already waiting to take us on a private tour of Iceland’s rugged south coast. Hana’s been wanting to see the waterfalls since we got here, and because it’s almost eleven at night, she has no clue where we’re going.
After greeting the guide, he leads us to a SUV. I open the door for Hana, and then I slide in beside her. Taking hold of her hand, I place it on my thigh, and as we’re driven to the south coast, my thumb brush over her silky skin.
“It’s so beautiful here,” Hana whispers as she stares out the window. “It’s hard to believe it’s almost midnight, and the sun is still out.”
When we come to a stop in a parking area, and we climb out of the car, Hana lifts her hands to cover her mouth as she stares at the remarkable Seljalandsfoss waterfall.
Wrapping my fingers around the back of her neck, I pull her to my side, and we begin to walk toward the path that leads around the waterfall. The guide stays by the car as instructed.
“Oh my god, Tristan,” Hana gasps. “It’s breathtaking.”
“I want to show you what I see when I look at you,” I murmur as I lower my arm so I can take hold of her hand. Linking our fingers, I keep a tight grip on her as we walk toward the entrance, which leads behind the curtain.
The moment we walk behind the spray, Hana’s lips part as she takes in the midnight summer sun coloring the water a light orange.
I watch as emotion washes over her features, making her look breathlessly beautiful. I let go of her hand, and lifting mine, I brush a knuckle down from her temple to the sensual curve of her neck.
My gaze is glued to her face, and when a golden glow hits us, I suck in an entranced breath. “That’s how I see you.” A golden tear spirals over her cheek as she turns to me. “My light.”
Hana lifts her hands to my jaw, and standing on her toes, she pulls me down. Her mouth brushes against mine in a tender kiss. “I love you more than life, Tristan. More than anything.”
I claim her lips, the kiss profound and riveting before I murmur, “I love you. Obsessively. Unconditionally. With every grain of my being.” I close the distance between us again, and wrapping my fingers around her neck, I claim her mouth in a possessive kiss. I dominate her with hard strokes of my tongue and stinging bites before easing the sting with my lips.
Breaking the kiss, we savor the intimate moment between us before Hana pulls out her phone. We take a couple of photos of us with the curtain of water in the background to add to the many we’ve already taken over the past two weeks. Then we slowly make our way back to the car. It’s almost five in the morning when we get back to our suite at the hotel.