Chased by my Ex Husband novel Chapter 55

Grace

His lips press to mine again. This time, it’s gentle and considerate.

I stagger back, but Tristin’s arm wraps around my waist and pulls me back to his front. I breathe, inhaling his masculine cologne and the minty taste of his mouth.

Tristin tilts his head to the right, deepening the kiss. My lips part, letting him explore every inch of me. A shudder slithers down my cold spine, making me step closer to his warm body.

My head is foggy. Even then, I know I shouldn’t do this.

I clench his shirt and attempt to pull my head back. Tristin grabs my nape and kisses me harder, refusing to let me go until he has had his fill.

Unconsciously, my hand moves up and grazes the skin of his collarbone. Tristin’s body shudders under my fingertips, sending waves of fire down my veins.

He releases my lips with a harsh nip and stares down at me. I breathe, hold it in, and watch his unmoving eyes.

“ I told you before. ” Tristin’s hand travels lower on my back until he reaches my butt and squeezes gently.

Heat creeps up my neck and face, making me squirm but he doesn’t let go.

“ What? ” I swallow.

“ I told you that the moment you are free from that bastard, I will come to collect what you offered me. ” His breaths hit my tingling lips. The space between us becomes smaller, and it becomes harder for me to breathe.

I just need to exhale. I just…

“ Tristin, that’s— ”

“ I don’t go back on my words. ” Tristin whispers, and his hands hook under my thighs.

We shouldn’t do…this…

My flesh throbs, my core throbs, my lips quiver. I am losing my mind.

Maybe, I have already lost it.

Tristin lifts me in his arms. Acting on instinct, my legs wrap around his waist.

My head spins as my back is pressed against the nearest wall and his lips descend on me. The urgency, the need for some connection, the desperation…

It’s all too much, too hot, too needed.

My fingers hook under my shirt. Tristin separates our mouths and helps me pull it over my head. It drops on the floor with a wet thud.

My hands move towards his suit jacket, and it joins my shirt. Next goes his shirt, and then he puts me down.

His fingers fumble with his belt, with his zipper, and his pants. I work on my pants, my fingers moving in a frenzy.

Cold air brushes against my drenched body but his heat envelopes me instantly. He picks me up again and slams me into the wall, his lips lowering to my neck to press desperate kisses on my skin.

I can’t see, I can’t really hear, or focus. There is an itch under my skin, and it only pushes me to grab his shoulders, his hair, his nape—everywhere I can touch.

Lightning strikes in the sky, illuminating the dark living area. My spine arches off the wall as my naked chest presses into his hard muscles. An involuntary sound erupts from my mouth. He silences my voice with his mouth the next moment, his hands hoisting me higher.

“ I don’t have a condom. ” Tristin grunts in between the desperate kisses.

“ Well— ”

His lips seal mine before I can say anything and I lose the desire to continue speaking. My hands tighten around his shoulders, trembling and squeezing with every stroke of his tongue against mine.

“ But I swear I am clean. ” His heavy, lust-filled voice murmurs above my quivering mouth.

I open my eyes, just momentarily to meet his gaze. I should stop here. I should…

“ I— ”

“ I know you are clean, Little Butterfly. ” He presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “ can I? ”

“ What? ” My thighs shake around his waist as his hoarse voice hits a cord deep in my core.

“ Can I slip inside now? ” One of his palms lands on the wall above my head, and his chest pushes me back, holding me in place.

Is…a man supposed to ask permission?

Dumbfounded, I take in his face, his clenched jaw, his dark eyes, his heavy breaths.

“ I am desperate to be inside you, my Little Butterfly but if you want to stop here because you don’t want this or because I don’t have a condom, I will stop. ” His jaw clenches harder, his fingers digging into the flesh of my butt.

Something in my stomach feels warm like an explosion is about to happen inside me.