CORAL - Fallen (A Romance Trilogy, Book 2) (8 page)

“May I?” He asks, leaning into me. I nod
once. Then his soft lips brush gently against mine. I feel the anger dissipate,
the fog lifting just as my heart picks up and my breath catches in my throat...
Will
I ever get used to this feeling?

“Let’s go back inside,” he whispers. I gaze
up at him gazing down at me.
What is this magic that he yields over me?
“What?”
He whispers, gazing down at me.

“Nothing,” I laugh inwardly at myself, take
his outstretched hand, and walk in a dreamlike state back into the house.

THE FIRST DELIVERY TO ARRIVE IS THE GYM EQUIPMENT
. Tristan has, in my humble opinion, gone overboard. Though he
assures me he has the same amount of equipment in his other homes. So including
a swimming pool we now have a treadmill, a stepper, a cross trainer, a rowing
machine, an exercise bike, a full weights machine free weights with several
benches and a fitness ball. Tristan has also ordered a vibration plate – which
admittedly, I’ve never tried before. Tristan says they are awesome and make you
feel really good, so I’m looking forward to trying that later.

“Really,” I say sarcastically. “Is it all
really necessary?” I question.

“Absolutely!” He tells me ushering me out
of the gym. We leave the three men to it that have brought all the equipment
in, and are busy building the weight machine –
Good luck there!

“Why?” I ask as we head back up the stairs.

“It’s good to keep your body guessing.” I
smile back at Tristan. I’m not really sure what he means.

“I don't understand?” I say.

“You keep swapping what exercise you do, so
your body never knows what’s coming. Basically you’re tricking your brain.” I
frown at that one. Tristan rolls his eyes at me and smirks. “Ok take average
Joe, he goes running for half an hour, three times a week, it’s the same thing
he’s done for years, but he’s not as fit as he used to be and he can’t keep the
love handles at bay. Basically, the brain tricks the body, it tells you you’re
having a great workout, when in fact it’s become a very easy one; which means
you don’t burn the calories, work the muscle groups or the heart and lungs.”
Whoa!

This is definitely food for thought. Maybe
I shouldn’t be swimming every morning? I should be rotating it with something
else? Then I think if I keep staying with Tristan, I won’t need the gym
anymore, not with all his sexing – I stop that thought in it’s tracks!

“What?” Tristan stops and gazes down at me,
a slight smile playing across his lips.

“No wonder you have the body of a twenty
year old,” I say dryly.

“Jealous?” he smirks.

“No!” I banter, punching him lightly on the
shoulder. “But you’ve definitely given me something to think about,” I add
walking up the stairs to the kitchen.

“Coral, you have a beautiful body, you
don’t need to worry,” he assures me. But I choose not to get into that one.

“How do you know all that anyway?” I ask.

“I read a lot,” he answers smugly.

“Hmm,” I cock an eyebrow at him.

“We have ten minutes,” he says leaning down
to kiss me. “Until the next delivery,” he adds caressing my body, deepening the
kiss. I lose all thoughts and try hard to concentrate on keeping my heart from
bursting out of my chest...

THREE HOURS LATER,
and all
the furniture we had chosen has been delivered. The house is ours again. In the
living-room, we now have a very large white u-shaped sofa, so at least we have
something to chill out on tonight, a flat screen (ridiculously big) T.V with
surround sound, although Tristan seems to be very frisky so I doubt we’ll get
to watch a movie.

The Bose stereo system has arrived and been
strategically placed for optimal sound – so Tristan says, he seems to take his
music seriously. The dining room now has a very long table and chairs, and the
smaller beech table and chairs is nestled neatly in front of the floor to
ceiling windows in the kitchen.

Tristan didn’t agree with the colour at
first, but now it’s there he’s changed his mind. His office is now fully kitted
out, and the other beds and bedroom furniture arrived for the spare rooms (although,
I can’t see when they’ll ever get used) and the rest of the bedroom furniture
for the master suit has been put in place, finally I can unpack my weekend bag.

I place my girly stuff in the top drawer of
the bedside cabinet, and I’m about to stuff my underwear into the next drawer
when I remember about the walk in closets. Picking up my bag, I open the door
and head inside –
So much room!

I’m just hanging up my clothes when Tristan
walks in, smiling sexily at me. “I like those,” he says pointing to my black
skinny jeans.

“You do?” I smile.

“Yeah, I bet they’ll look really, really
good on you,” he says darkly prowling towards me.

“Don’t,” I chuckle hanging up the jeans.
“Or we’ll never get out of here.” Tristan reaches me and pulls me into his arms
kissing me passionately.

“Is that so bad?” he mumbles against my
lips, his hands squeezing my backside.

“No,” I whisper. “But I wanted to cook for
you tonight. How am I supposed to do that with no kitchen equipment?” I sound
whiney.

“Well, we could always get a take-away and
we could shop tomorrow,” he says pulling my camisole up, his fingertips running
up and down my lower back, sending sparks all over my body.

“Please,” I beg. “I really want to cook for
you,” I grumble. I’ve always been like that though, once I get an idea into my
head I have to follow through with it. Besides, I want to thank him for looking
after me and feeding me after my little coming together with Lily, but it looks
like my body has other ideas.

Tristan has not stopped kissing and caressing
me, making me want him all over again. Wrapping my legs around him and gripping
his hair at the nape, I willingly let him take me over to the bed –
I am not
going to be able to walk properly tomorrow!

WE LIE ON OUR BACKS BOTH PANTING HARD
. Turning to look at each other at the same time, Tristan chuckles
and runs his hand through his damp hair.

“Jesus woman,” he grins turning on his side
to caress my hardened nipples.

“What?” I pant, swallowing hard.
I’m so
thirsty that was a workout!

“Nothing,” he chuckles sitting up.

“No, tell me,” I retort. “Did I do
something wrong?” I ask shyly.

Tristan whips his head round, dives on top
of me and kisses me softly, his fingers moving my hair out of my face. “The
complete opposite actually,” he says gazing at me intensely. “You’re surprising
me at every turn,” he adds.

“I don’t understand?” I say trying not to
frown.

“I’ve never had it that good Coral. You’re
blowing me away, in everything you do. Especially the sex...” He smiles his
mischievous smile at me.

“Hmm,” I close my eyes and smile. I really feel
like I can be myself with Tristan, I can let down some barriers and I know he
won’t push me to do anything I wouldn’t want to do. I cringe inwardly at the
triggers I know I have, and hope that they never get bought up. I hope Tristan
doesn’t want to do any of
those
things.

“Do you think this is normal? Or is it that
we have very strong chemistry?” I question.

“Couldn’t say if it’s normal, but I think
we can safely say we are very, very compatible in that area, big chemistry,” he
grins, his eyes widening playfully, his dimples deepening.

“So I guess you got it pretty bad for me,”
I say playfully.

“Bet your damn ass I have,” he retorts
kissing me all over, making me chuckle again...

WE ARE IN THE CAR,
heading
home from shopping and what an experience that was! Tristan didn’t take his
touch away from me for a moment. If he wasn’t holding my hand, he was touching
my waist, if he wasn’t doing that, his hand would be resting on my upper arm
squeezing gently every now and then.

I feel so good about us that I feel like
singing it from the rooftops. What a difference to last night!

“Still want to take that bath?” Tristan asks,
gently squeezing my knee, his look screaming sex.

“Yes,” I giggle and slap his hand away –
He’s
so frisky!

He pulls the car into the driveway,
switches off the engine and presses the button for the gates. They start to
close behind us then he turns in his seat to gaze at me.

“What?” I ask feeling shy.

Tristan smiles deeply at me then frowns.
“Am I pushing too much?”

“What?”

“Wanting sex?”

“What? No, Tristan you’re not!” I admonish.
“I was only teasing you,” I add.

“Ok,” he smiles his oh so sexy smile at me,
my stomach flutters wildly in response. Then he slowly leans forward making his
intention clear.
Are we about to have car sex?

My throat instantly dries, my heart starts
manically beating and my breath kicks up a few notches. His lips reach mine and
begin their slow torture, his tongue teasing, taunting me. I moan and close my
eyes, then wrap my hand around his neck and pull on his hair. He groans with
pleasure and pushes his lips harder against mine.

“Oh what you do to me,” he growls against
my lips.

“I could say the same,” I whisper
breathlessly.

I look down and see his erection straining
to be released from his jeans, I reach down and start to caress him. He closes
his eyes, his breathing getting harder. I kiss him softly teasing him with my
tongue. Then I tightly squeeze his erection and bite down on his full bottom
lip.

“You’d better get me inside,” he hisses, “before
I explode in the car.”
Damn it!

“No car sex then?” I say pouting at him.

He shakes his head at me. “Another time,” he
laughs. Then Tristan jumps out of the car, comes round to my side, hauls me out,
slams the car door and carries me in his arms to the front door. Placing me
down he unlocks the door, wraps his arm around my waist and swings me inside, I
giggle aloud again. Then he punches in the code for the alarm and turns to
stare at me with a hot, heated look.

I walk backwards towards the kitchen,
beckoning him with my forefinger. He stalks towards me; his look making my legs
tremble. I bump up against the breakfast bar and gasp, Tristan reaches me and
snakes his hand around my waist.

“Take me,” I whisper. “Here, now…” I pant.

Without a word, he spins me around, so my
back is against his front and pulls off my camisole. He caresses my breasts
making my nipples strain against the strapless bra that I’m wearing. My head
falls back against his shoulder, my mouth slack from his touch, then his hand
slides down and undoes the button to my jeans.

“Tristan,” I whisper. He pulls the zipper
down, skims his hand underneath the stretchy material and slowly pulls them
down to my knees.

“You have such a sexy body,” he says all
deep and husky.

Standing up he gently squeezes my backside
with his one hand as his other moves my hair to the left, then he leans down
and plants soft kisses across my neck, then a gentle blow, then another kiss, I
can feel it all the way down there. He continues to kiss me across my right
shoulder then my left, my whole body feels so sensitive, I shudder at his touch.

I move my hands round to his erection and
continue rubbing him, then I feel him unclipping my bra, he throws it on the
floor, revealing my full pert nipples. They are just aching for his touch. His
one hand moves across my breasts teasing, softly pulling my nipples, his other
hand heads south, slowly, across my belly, underneath my knickers and between
my legs.

I gasp as his fingers reach my clitoris. He
rubs gently a couple of time, then he moves and sinks a finger inside me.

“Ahh…” I cry out at the contact.

He pulls his finger back out and continues
to tease my clitoris, slowly going round in circles, making me tremble inside.
“You’re so ready,” he whispers in my ear.

I close my eyes to his touch. “Yes,” I
moan.

“I want you!” He suddenly stops teasing my
clitoris and slowly pulls my pants down to my knees, then I hear the sound of
his belt being unclipped, his jeans being pulled down and the tell-tale sound
of foil ripping.

He pulls me sharply against his body. I can
feel his erection digging into me. “Look at me baby,” he softly says. I twist
my head around, bow my back and stare up into his dark wide eyes.

“You’re so sexy,” he whispers, then leans
down and claims my mouth, kissing me hard. I squeak aloud as pleasure spikes
through my whole body, I want him now –
God this is so fucking hot!

“Bend over baby,” his soft husky voice
requests.
Oh doggy position!

I lean forward, my torso resting on the
cool breakfast bar, just aching to feel him inside me. Instead, he bends down
and starts trailing soft kisses across my backside, his fingers finding my
clitoris again, then he bites each cheek softly, making me gasp aloud.

“Oh baby, you have such beautiful skin, so
soft,” he murmurs sending kisses down the back of my legs, his fingers still
caressing my clitoris. I can't take it anymore.

“Tristan!” I gasp.
I’m going to come.

“What do you want?” he questions.