I swung a leg over him, my knees sinking into the bed on either side of his hips. My palms pressed against the solid heat of his chest.
“f**k,” Tristan groaned as I lowered myself, sliding down into him slowly, too slowly, until he was buried deep inside me.
His head fell back against the pillow, eyes squeezed shut for a second.
“Keep your eyes on me,” I instructed, my voice a low command.
He snapped them open, locking on mine, and there it was– that restless, hungry look that always raised my pulse.
“God, Dana–”
“Say my name again,” I breathed, rocking my hips once, dragging him in and out in a steady, intense rhythm.
“Dana.” His voice cracked. “Dana. Dana.”
I grinned and started moving, up, down, up, down, until the bed squeaked in rhythm. My breasts bounced with the motion, and
