Page 51 of Tristan’s Temptation

“Yes, Tristan?” Damn but she was lovely.

“Thank you for coming this weekend.”

Their gazes tangled just a moment more, or perhaps an eternity. And then she whispered, “Tristan, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

Chapter Eleven

“It’s so big!”

Tristan grinned at Shannon. It was all there on her face, the wonder, the awe, the excitement.

Too bad she was gazing at the ship with all that adoration.

And it was big. Enormous, in fact. It took a long time for them to file through the customs lines and check their luggage—she brought far too much, in his opinion—and up the gangplank and into the dazzling foyer to register with the purser. He was annoyed to discover once they were on the boat, they weren’t allowed to go directly to their rooms. Rather they were led to an upper deck and plied with exotic tropical drinks while the crew valiantly attempted to show them emergency procedures.

Shannon was adorable in her broad-brimmed floppy hat and enormous orange life jacket. It clashed horribly with her sundress, she said, but she said it with a laugh.

By the time they were allowed to go to their rooms, Shannon was hungry so they took a detour over to the shrimp bar on the Lido Deck and hand-fed each other crustaceans and cocktail sauce and buttered bread until they could hold no more.

They walked to their room—finally—Shannon swinging her hat and humming. Tristan snaked an arm around her waist. God it was good to be here with her. Alone. Never mind the other two thousand people on the boat. He didn’t have to worry that anyone would see them or recognize them. He had her all to himself. All weekend.

He kissed her neck and she leaned in to him. “Are you happy?”

“Mmm. This is wonderful. After we unpack, how about we go up on deck and play Titanic?”

“Play Titanic?” He bit back a smile at her enthusiasm. Damn, he liked her enthusiasm.

“You know.” She threw her arms up in the air. Her hat hit the wall. “‘I’m the king of the world!’”

He chuckled and pulled her back into his arms. “I’d rather play ‘I’m the king of the bedroom’.”

She snuggled closer and kissed his neck, his chest. Her clever fingers found a sensitive nipple. “You are the king of the bedroom,” she whispered and lust slashed through him.

But just then the cabin door to their right opened and a herd of screaming children dressed in swimsuits and floaties erupted into the hallway. To his horror, Shannon didn’t step away from him. Rather, she found his nipple again and, once the children and their frazzled mother had passed, tweaked it.

Tristan flinched. “Whoa!” He grabbed for her hand and held it still when she would have tweaked him once more.

Her attention drifted lower. He flinched again as she found something more substantial to tweak.

“Where’s our room?” Her voice was hungry and hard.

“Right here.” He pulled out his keycard and slipped it into the lock.

They didn’t even notice the room. There could have been a herd of elephants milling about and they wouldn’t have noticed. They only noticed each other. They only noticed the hunger in each other’s eyes and the burning in their bodies.

It was all Tristan could do to get Shannon’s sundress over her head, get his pants off—kicking madly to dislodge his shoes. He eventually gave up and walked her backward to the bed, taking tiny steps to accommodate the constriction around his ankles. And then…

He was in her.

She was wet and hot and oh so tight. Her cunt massaged his cock with each thrust, sucked at it with each withdrawal. Their coupling was hard and hot and fast. It had been far too long since they’d been together, since he’d been in her. Since Wednesday, if he counted right. Far too long. Far too long for sanity. Certainly too long for seduction.

Fortunately Shannon, his adorable, delicious, sensual Shannon, didn’t require seduction. She wanted to be fucked and that was just what he gave her. He pounded into her from one angle and then another, barely pausing to think, barely pausing to breathe. It was pure instinct. When her cries became pleas and her pleas became too loud, he took her mouth with his and swallowed them.

She tightened around him. The tension and the heat imploded and expanded. And he knew. He knew she was there. Her bliss sent him over the edge as well and they came together in a hot wash of delight. It crawled up from his toes to the top of his head, making all the hairs on his body stand on end, making his skin prickle with pleasure, tighter and tighter until…ah! Release.

She clutched at him—inside and out—as she came, scoring his back with her nails in a frenzy of gratification.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.”