Page 7 of Forbidden Bliss
A sweat breaks out on my upper lip while the ground shifts beneath me. “Why did you keep this from me?”
“Your dad pressured me to leave town when I was pregnant. He said I would ruin your future and that if I loved you, I should let you go. He convinced me it was the right thing to do.”
Raging heat pours through my flared nostrils before a profound sense of loss washes over me. “You know he’s dead now, right? To the relief of every single person in my family. God bless his soul.”
She shakes her head and shrugs with a single shoulder. “I don’t fault him. He was trying to protect you.”
Scrubbing a hand over my face, I stare down at the wooden floor planks. “I didn’t need protection. I needed you. All those years... I missed so much.”
“I know, Tristan. I’m so sorry.” Her hand finds mine, and her touch is like a soothing balm, grounding me in the present. Therapeutic. Medicinal, even.
I return the touch by caressing her feminine wrist with my fingertips. “I have to be in Lana’s life.”
She arches her brow and shoots me a fierce look. “You better be, or I’ll track you down and make you pay.”
A sudden laugh emerges from my throat. “Really? How would you go about doing something like that?”
Her blue eyes sparkle. “Oh, I have my ways.”
Warmth travels fast through my groin. I close in on her until our faces are inches apart. “Do you? Well, I guess I’ll have to be on my best behavior then.”
The scent of our mingling breath fills the air, the hint of mint and vanilla blending with the heat of our bodies.
She meets my gaze, the air around us simmering. “You better be.”
Without thinking, I close the gap and press my lips to hers in an ardent kiss. She responds eagerly, her feminine arms circling around me.
The years of longing and missed opportunities fuel our passion as we explore each other’s mouths hungrily.
My hand cups the back of her head as I probe my tongue deeper to taste more of her. Her flavor is a delicious blend of sweetness and desire. Her mouth is like a drug you can never get enough of—addictive and dangerous.
I savor the sweetness, wanting more and more with each passing second.
For the first time in a long while, everything feels right.
Chapter 4
Willow
Tristanstandsbeforeme,his hair wild and windswept. His expression is beyond intense as he looks at me with unbridled desire.
My eyes trace the sharp angles of his jaw and the curve of his lips. The way he bites his lower lip sends arousing warmth through me. And when his muscles tense under his shirt, I want to reach out and caress them.
It’s been four years since the last time he claimed me, and I’ve been lusting after the moment ever since.
He leans into my ear, his breath warm against my neck. “Come inside.”
Ragged breaths escape my mouth. “Yes.”
Tristan steps back, clasping my hand and leading me into the neighbor’s cabin. The door clicks shut behind us.
Then his lips are on mine, hungry and demanding, while his hands tangle in my hair.
My fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer while our bodies press together. The chiseled contours of his chest and abs are a magnet, drawing me in with every touch.
His lips and hands explore every inch of me, setting my skin on fire and making me crave more. He growls and walks me backward until I hit the wall. “I’ve missed you so damn much.”
Then his mouth trails along my jawline and his hands run down my back before his possessive hands grip my hips.