Drawn to You: Volume 3

Drawn to You: Volume 3

Copyright © 2015 Vanessa Booke

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Dedication

To my sister, Krystal.

Table of Contents

Emily

Spending my birthday weekend in Tristan’s arms was not how I imagined this trip would go.

His warm hands slide across my stomach as he molds my back against his chest. I lean into the sensation letting my body take in the warmth of his touch. My insides instantly heat as his hand roams over my hip and lightly squeezes it. Only hours ago our bodies were colliding in a rhythmic motion that left me reeling and in a breathless state.

Now, Tristan’s touch is a clear reminder the lines between us have blurred once again. The ache across my bottom is yet another piece of evidence that last night wasn’t a dream. I smile at the memory of Tristan’s hand coming down hard on me. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t relish the thought of sharing that experience with him again.
What’s wrong with me? Now I like being spanked?

“Good morning, pet.”

I look back to find Tristan staring at me intently. His hazel eyes assess me with curiosity. I’m not sure how it’s possible, but he looks even more handsome with bed hair. Black strands fall back just above his ear giving him a rather rogue appearance.

“Good morning,” I say, slowly gathering the covers around me to shield my nakedness from the man behind me. The situation is foreign to me. Not that I’m ever used to being naked around anyone. The few times I have been never ended well. Tristan slowly slips from the bed and stands to dress. Despite the intimacy we shared last night, I can’t help but feel embarrassed at the sight of his cock standing erect. I blush as he turns and catches my gaze. A ghost of a smile graces his lips as he walks toward me. His movement is almost predatory.

“I’ve seen that curious look before. Several years ago,” he says.

I know exactly what he’s referring to. I begin to pull a satin nightie on, but before I have a chance to finish dressing, Tristan yanks me up against him. I nearly moan at the sensation of his erection pressing into my backside. His breath tickles my neck as his hands slide up to my shoulders.

“Last night should’ve never happened.”

My heart leaps into my throat as his words vex me. The only thing that softens the blow is Tristan’s fingers. They trace the skin just above my collarbone as he slowly draws circles across it.

“But I’m glad it did,” he reluctantly admits.

The raspy gruff of Tristan’s voice sends shivers down my skin as he places one hot kiss on my shoulder. Relief floods through me at his confession. I’ve wanted this, whatever this is, for so many years. I would be naive to think everything is going to fall together now. I gasp as Tristan grabs me and captures my ear between his teeth. A shockwave of pleasure spills over me as I feel his hot breath against my skin. I’m not sure how much longer I can take him touching me without turning around and attacking him. He reaches down and traces over the fabric of my nightie.

“I might leave early today to go back to the city,” he says, letting me go.

“So soon?” I blurt. I can’t hide my disappointment even if I wanted to. Is this his way of making a clean break from last night?

“Sebastian Wolfe wants to meet so he can choose a few of my paintings for the fundraiser he’s hosting.”

Sebastian?
I blush at the memory of the mysterious Dom I briefly met at The Pleasure Chest and Tristan’s apartment. Something tells me the paintings he’ll be observing aren’t the usual kind that you find at a fundraiser.

“I hope your meeting goes well,” I say, trying my best not to sound disappointed.

Tristan smiles before quickly finishing dressing.

“I’m going to go back to my room and shower,” he says.

Shit.
I hadn’t thought of anyone being home until this very moment. The room Tristan and I are in feels detached from the rest of the world around us. Sometime during the night, we moved from his room to mine. Thankfully, mine is positioned on the other side of the hallway from where my brother sleeps. Oh, God. If Nicholas finds out about what happened last night…I’m not even sure what he would do.

“You should go before my brother finds you here,” I say.

A chuckle escapes Tristan’s lips.

“Don’t worry, pet. No one will keep me from you.”

I look over to find Tristan’s heated gaze watching me with intensity as I dress.

“In fact, I think I’ll shower with you,” he says.

My heart catapults in my throat as he walks over toward me and captures my lips. The kiss is torturously slow at first, but it increases each moment with a renewed intensity. I feel his hands running through my hair and then down my ass. It isn’t long before we’re both crashing back onto the bed. My head spins with thoughts of Tristan taking me once again.

“I need you,” he says, breaking the kiss.

I bite back a moan as his lips graze my down my neck.

“I need you, too.”

Tristan’s erection digs into my stomach as he grinds his hips, leaving me breathless and gasping for him. I’ve never been so turned on without even taking off my clothes.

“Fuck, I want to spank you again and bury my cock inside you.”

Despite the deep tenor of Tristan’s voice, I don’t blush at his words. Instead, I swivel my hips into his as he grinds his erection against me again. Last night was the first time anyone has ever spanked me, and I can’t help but hope it won’t be the last. It’s strange to admit, but I loved the explosive sensation that rippled through me when Tristan did it. I’m not even sure why that is, but it doesn’t stop me from wanting more. I slide up my nightie at the feeling of his erection rubbing against my thigh. He moans in approval.

“Why are you so fucking beautiful?”

Tristan’s words both shock and amaze me. I watch with anticipation as he takes charge and pushes me back against his bed. My heart swells as he looks down at me with a blinding smile. The sight of it renders me speechless, and it only widens at my silence. There’s a wild look about Tristan as his hair sits ruffled back on his head. His light bronze skin blends perfectly with his hazel eyes.

“I wish we were back at my studio,” he says with a growl. “I have some chains that you would look lovely in.”

Whoa, chains?

Tristan smiles as if reading my racing thoughts. I wish we could stay here. I’m afraid the moment we walk out of this room, everything will change. Reality sinks in even further as each minute passes. Unfortunately, we can’t stay in here forever.

“What are you thinking about?” Tristan asks, pulling back.

I hesitate at first to answer him, but after several seconds, I give myself permission to touch him. His eyes widen as I reach out and trace my hand from his neck, over his chest, and down to his abs. Me being here with him feels so surreal. It’s difficult to even wrap my head around the idea. Tristan’s ragged breathing turns heavier.

“I keep thinking about how much I wish you would’ve never left.”

Tristan stops touching me and pulls back. He sits on his heels and watches me from the edge of the bed. The pensive look on his face immediately makes me regret bringing up the topic. It takes him several seconds before he finally answers me.

“I can’t take the past back, but I can tell you there wasn’t a day I didn’t think about you.”

I want to believe his words. I want to know they’re true, but I was the only one he pushed away.

“Why did you stay away from me?” I blurt. “Nick still had you, but you completely cut me off.”

A sea of emotions washes over Tristan’s face.

“I couldn’t have you…”

“What’s different now? I ask.

His face suddenly grows serious.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about.”

My chest aches as Tristan reaches out and brushes back a blonde strand of my hair. He’s all I’ve ever wanted. I tried to forget him over the years, but trying to forget him only made me think about him more. You exhaust more energy attempting to forget someone than letting it occur naturally. I’ve only managed to etch him further into my heart.

“So tell me…” I plead.

A loud rapping on the door interrupts us. My gaze goes flying to it as I stumble backward on the bed.

“Morning, sunshine!”

Ceci’s bright voice calls to me through the door. My heart skips a beat as the doorknob jiggles. Did we lock it? A streak of panic goes off like a flare gun as we both scramble to gather our clothes.
Oh, God.
I nearly fall off of the bed as I scramble for my clothes. Tristan wrangles on a pair of black jeans and a tight black t-shirt. After a few seconds, he helps me slip my nightie back on.

“Emily, why is your door locked?” Ceci calls.

“I’m getting dressed,” I blurt.

I turn my gaze to Tristan as he watches me frantically pace the room.

“What are we going to do? If Ceci finds out, she’ll tell Nicholas,” I say.

“I’ll go out the window,” he chuckles.

I hurry to get Tristan out of my room, practically pushing him out the bedroom window. The irritated look on his face is almost comical, but I’m willing to bet he’ll find a way to make me pay for it later. A grin appears on his face before he leans toward me and smashes his lips against mine. He’s gone by the time I open my eyes, but the butterflies that fill my stomach linger.