The Wanderers

Chapter 20

Tristan took me to the penthouse suite. I shouldn't have expected anything less, of course. The room was massive. It had a full size living room, with three private bedrooms, and an enormous Jacuzzi. Once inside I led Tristan to one of the bedrooms that had a king size bed. He took off his coat and tie and draped them over the chair. I sat down at the table and he surprised me by kneeling down to take off my shoes for me. I gave him a thankful smile as he stood back up and stared at me.

"What?" I asked bashfully. The way he was looking at me, the look in his eyes, made me blush.

"You look absolutely amazing in that dress, as I knew you would," he smiled. It wasn't his normal cocky smile that I grew to love. This was a smile that said, 'I'm the luckiest guy in the world and don't deserve you'. I turned my head away feeling my cheeks get hot. He walked over to the stereo and pressed play. Then walked back over and held out his hand to help me up and proceeded to dance with me again.

Finally alone with him and not able to hold back anymore, I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled his lips to mine. My hands started to slowly move down his chest. I untucked his shirt and he tried to pull back but I wouldn't let him. I started to unbutton his shirt, one button at a time. Then I slid my hands over his chest and up his shoulders removing his shirt and letting it drop to the floor.

He grabbed my hands to stop me from proceeding any further. "Ella," he said, his voice pained. He held my hands close to his chest. He dropped his forehead down to mine and closed his eyes. "We need to stop."

"Why?"

"Because if we go any further I won't be able to stop myself," he said afraid.

"I don't want you to."

"You say that now, but I've been down this road before. No offense, but how do I know you won't turn into the Ella who hates me tomorrow?"

"Tristan, I don't hate you. I never did. I just never cared about someone the way I do you. I didn't understand it. The way I feel when I'm around you. The things you make me feel when you touch me." I put his hand on my cheek. "It's like nothing I can describe. I was scared and you were right. I was hiding from the truth and I don't want to anymore. I want you Tristan and only you," I said, standing on my tiptoes. I kissed his lips.

"Ella," he said a little breathless.

"Shh," I said, pressing my finger to his lips. I drew him to the bed and he sat down in front of me. I could feel his hands start to tremble. I pulled my hair to the side and untied my dress letting it fall to the floor. I directed his shaky hands to my hips inviting him to touch me. He placed soft kisses across my stomach sending tiny shivers up and down my body. I tilted my head back basking in the pleasure of his lips on me. He slid his hands up my sides, his lips trailing in the wake of his touch. I grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him up to me wanting to taste those wonderful lips. He pulled me closer to him and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he turned me around and lowered me onto the bed.

I ran my hand up his back and behind his neck, tugging him closer, wanting to feel his body against mine. I parted my lips, inviting him to kiss me deeper. He obeyed, thrusting himself down on top of me making me want to crumble under his incredible touch. He took a moment to catch his breath and pulled back to look into my eyes. I lifted my hand to graze his cheek. He placed his hand on top of mine, holding it there. He closed eyes taking in the moment as if it were a dream. Afraid that when he opened them he would wake up and this would all be over.