"Lay back, Nina."
I did as he commanded, my legs shaking nervously as he slid his palms over my thighs. Right there, in the dressing room at Le Ciel, Tristan was about to go down on me with the saleswomen not more than a few yards away at most. My body was a mixture of pure fear and uncontrollable excitement.
"Tristan, what if the ladies..."
He cut me off with a quick nip on my inner thigh as he pulled off my panties. "Shhh. Don't worry about them."
That was easier said than done. The fear that Regina or Felicia might barge in with some great outfit for me to try on and see Tristan's head between my legs made my stomach knot. I was no prude, but sex in public wasn't something I'd ever done.
At least I didn't think I'd ever done it.
"Nina, relax and enjoy this. I've wanted to taste you since you walked in here this morning. Did you know that?" As he spoke, his warm breath trailed against my skin, making me want him more.
Before I could even get a word out, he slid his tongue up to my clit and did this flicking thing that nearly sent me straight to the moon. My back arched and a moan that came from deep inside me escaped from my throat, but I didn't care at that moment. Whatever fear I'd had about anyone knowing what Tristan and I were up to evaporated into thin air with the first touch of his tongue to my pussy.
His hands caressed my abdomen as his mouth and tongue danced over my tender skin. Every inch of my sex was treated to the most incredible sensations from that expert tongue of his. I'd imagined that mouth that had delighted me with the most delicious kisses would be just as wonderful between my legs, but this was so much more than I could have dreamed of.
Running my hands through his short hair, I pulled him into me. Taking my swollen clit in his mouth, he sucked gently, making me ache for more when he pulled away. Suddenly, I felt cold and alone. Opening my eyes, I lifted my head to see him kneeling there staring at me.
"Wh...why did you stop?"
"Tell me you want me to continue, Nina."
"Of course, I do," I whispered. "Don't tease me, Tristan."
He winced ever so slightly and then that seductive look was back. As he leaned in to go down on me again, he looked up at me with eyes full of emotion and whispered, "I'd never tease you, Nina. Let me give you what you need."
And then he did just that.
As his tongue sent my body into overdrive, he slid one and then two fingers inside me, touching a spot that made me cover my mouth so the rest of Le Ciel didn't hear my cries of delight. Over and over, he stroked in and out of my body with expert fingers as every inch of me craved more of his touch.
The first ripple of my orgasm began deep inside and slowly weaved through me until one last playful flick of his tongue made me come apart. I cried out without any care for who heard me, moaning, "Don't stop," as I clawed at his head to make the feeling continue.
He rode my pussy with his mouth and tongue until there wasn't a tremor left in my body. I was boneless when he moved away, the picture of satisfaction staring down at me. Taking my hands in his, he pulled me up to kiss him, and I tasted myself on his lips and tongue.
"I've wanted to do that for a while," he whispered in a deep voice as he stroked my cheek.
"I can't believe I just had sex in a Midtown boutique dressing room. This is like the on-the-ground version of the Mile High Club," I said with a giggle.
"That reminds me. We're taking a trip after New Year's."
I lowered my head, shaking no. "I could never have sex on an airplane, Tristan. Where do those people do that, anyway? Aren't the bathrooms too tiny?"
"I don't know. I've never been on a public airplane. We'll be traveling on my private jet, so perhaps that will make your initiation into the Mile High Club easier."
I looked up, shocked. He had a private jet? I should have guessed that, but it still sounded incredible that I knew someone with a private jet. That I was dating someone with a private jet.
"Wow. Is there anything you don't have?"
Those deep brown eyes focused on mine. "Just one thing, but I'm working on that."
The idea that all he lacked in his life was my love made me feel like I was the most important person in his world. With every moment that passed, I knew why I'd fallen in love with him and wanted to spend the rest of my life with Tristan Stone.
I just had to let myself go this time too.
Chapter Eight
Nina
"Oh my God! What are you doing here?"
Jordan opened her arms and pulled me into the apartment with a huge bear hug, crushing my face against her shoulder. As she closed the door behind us, she released me just long enough to decide she needed another hug.
"Come here! I've missed you so much."
"I did too. When Tristan and I went to the penthouse last night, I knew I wanted to stop over and see how you're doing."
She released me again and led the way to the living room. We sat down in our usual seats and as she folded her legs under her, she stared at me. "You look incredible, Nina. I know it's just been a few days since we saw each other, but it feels like months."
"It does. I thought it was just because I don't remember anything of the past four years."
She let out a big sigh. "Anything good happening on that front?"
Shaking my head, I tried to hide my disappointment with a smile. "Not yet, but Tristan keeps reminding me that the doctors said it might take a little while."
"How is that yummy man?"
I felt my face warm and grinned. "He's fine."
"Oh, he's definitely fine," she teased with a wiggle of her eyebrows.
Changing the subject, I asked, "So what's new with you? I came here to find out about your life."
"My life is nowhere as exciting as yours. Between that gorgeous man, your gorgeous house, and all the wonderful things that come with both of those things, I wish I had your life."
She wasn't wrong. My life was perfect. Wonderful. Tristan was everything I'd ever wanted in a man. The house was beyond stunning. A driver took me wherever I wanted to go. And my boyfriend loved to spend money on me.
The only problem was that I'd lost four years of my life and no matter what I did, I missed them. I wanted to live in the present, but that void from my past haunted me every moment of the day.
"I know. It's great," I said as I looked away.
Jordan leaned forward and pressed her hand to my knee. "Oh, honey. I didn't mean to say everything was perfect. I was just trying to be positive."
Her frown told me she hadn't tried to be callous. "I know you didn't mean anything by it. I should be happy with everything I have."