Chapter 146
Tristan’s gaze burned into mine, intense and heavy, like he could see every thought swirling in my head. He stood abruptly, his broad shoulders shifting under his shirt.
“Let me get something for your leg,” he said, his voice low, almost too calm. Before I could respond, he was gone, the door clicking softly behind him.
Alone, I tightened the towel against my skin, my fingers trembling slightly. My mind replayed his words from earlier.
Did he really mean it when he said he’ll only touch me when I say it? Every look, every brush of his hand, felt like he was waiting for me to break first.
Was I supposed to spell it out for him? Beg? The thought made my cheeks flush, a mix of frustration and heat pooling in my chest.
I wanted him to see it through the way my breath hitched when he was near, the way my body leaned toward him without my permission.
Couldn’t he feel my heart pound? Didn’t he hear it? I puffed out a breath, annoyed, but beneath it, my skin tingled with anticipation.
The sound of his footsteps snapped me out of my thoughts. My pulse quickened as the door creaked open, and Tristan stepped back into the room,
holding a small ice pack in one hand.
His eyes found mine immediately, dark and unreadable. He didn’t say a word, just lowered himself to the floor in front of me, his movements slow and
deliberate.
I blinked, caught off guard as he settled cross–legged, his hands reaching for my foot. The warmth of his fingers against my skin sent a shiver up my leg,
and I felt my breath catch in my throat.
“What are you doing? ” I asked, my voice coming out softer than I meant, almost a whisper. My heart thudded as I watched him, his head bowed slightly,
his focus entirely on my foot now resting in his lap.
He didn’t answer, he just brushed his thumb lightly over my ankle, and I wondered if he could feel the way my pulse jumped under his touch.
Does he know what he’s doing to me? Is he teasing me on purpose?
“Which part hurts? ” he asked finally, his voice low and steady, but there was an edge to it, like he was fighting to keep it neutral.
His eyes flicked up to meet mine for a moment, and I swore I saw a spark of desire.
We both wanted this, still won’t say it. Who’s going to break first? Definitely not me.
I swallowed hard, pointing to the left side of my calf. My leg were exposed under his gaze. He nodded, slow and thoughtful, his fingers grazing the spot
I’d indicated.
When he pressed the ice pack against my skin, the cold bit into me, and I yelped, my body jerking slightly. His lips twitched, just the hint of a smile, and I felt my face heat up.
He’s enjoying this. He knows exactly what he’s doing p>
He held the ice there for a moment, his eyes locked on my leg, but I could feel the weight of his attention like a physical touch.
Then, without warning, he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my foot, just above my ankle. My breath caught, sharp and sudden, like someone had
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pulled the air from the room.
The warmth of his lips was a stark contrast to the cold of the ice, and it sent a jolt straight through me, sparking heat low in my belly.
Oh God.
My fingers tightening around the towel.
What is he doing?
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He pulled back slightly, his eyes flicking up to mine, searching. I couldn’t read his thoughts, but the way his eyes brighten told me he was trying to
make me beg.
Then he kissed another spot, this time higher, his lips lingering a little longer too.
Each touch was slow and deliberate, like he was savoring the taste of my skin. My heart pounded, and I felt my body lean forward slightly.
He was teasing me. And I was been weak again, letting him win.
By the time his lips reached my knee, he paused, his breath warm against my skin. I was breathing hard now, my chest rising and falling, my hands gripping the bedspread to keep myself grounded.
His eyes drifted to the space between my legs, where the towel had ridden up, leaving me exposed.
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Sara Lili
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.