Chapter 23
HANA
After the mindblowing sex we had, Tristan and I showered before sleeping through the rest of the flight.
I feel rested and brimming with excitement, I glance out the window as we drive past a landscape that looks like a fire just swept over the plains.
We drive into a picturesque town and stop at The Hilton.
Glancing around, I ask, “Can we go walk around the town?”
“First food and settling in, then we can explore.” The chauffeur opens the door for Tristan, and as he climbs out, thanking the man. Tristan comes to open my door and helps me out. A bellman takes care of our luggage while we walk into the hotel.
Tristan takes care of checking us in, and when we finally walk into the suite, I let out a happy sigh. The instant we’re alone, I wrap my arms around Tristan’s waist and hug him. “Thank you for bringing me.”
His strong arms lock me to his chest. He leans down until his breath fans over the side of my neck, and then he nips at the skin, sending goosebumps rushing over my body. “Let’s get settled. After we’ve had brunch, we can take a walk.”
Opening our luggage that the bellman placed in the bedroom, I start to hang our clothes in the closet.
Tristan comes to help, removing the items and handing them to me, so I can just place them on hangers. We get it done quickly, and then I freshen up before meeting Tristan in the lounge.
“Ready?” he asks as he holds a hand out to me.
“Definitely.” I grin as I link my fingers with his. My gaze drifts over Tristan as we leave the suite, and knowing that I’m on an island with him – just the two of us – fills me with an unspeakable thrilling emotion. Stepping into the elevator, I murmur, “It’s just the two of us for two weeks.”
Tristan glances down at me, the corner of his mouth lifting. “All mine.”
The doors slide open, and we make our way to the restaurant. Once we’re seated, a server comes to our table, and I order a cappuccino while Tristan gets a black coffee.
When we have our beverages, we slowly sip on the warm liquid. My eyes are glued to Tristan, taking in his tousled dark brown hair and his pale blue eyes. “You’re so damn hot,” I say against the rim of my cup.
My comment makes a smirk form around his lips, and then he murmurs, “Just like hell.”
I let out a chuckle. “I was right.” Tristan’s eyebrow lifts slightly. “I took one look at you and knew you’d be trouble.”
The smirk becomes a dark grin, making my stomach flutter. “Yet, here you are.”
I nod and take a sip of my beverage. “Here I am.”
“No regrets?” Tristan’s eyes sharpen on my face.
“One,” I admit. I set the cup down and take a deep breath as I meet his eyes. “That I made you wait eight months.”
Tristan’s gaze warms, and I’m rewarded with a happy smile – the one I don’t get to see much.
Remembering what Alexei said about Tristan watching me, I relax back in the chair and ask, “So you stalked me?”
Tristan lets out a chuckle. “I watched you.”
I shrug. “Same thing.” My smile widens as I ask, “Every day? Where?”
“After school. From my car.”
“Did you take photos?” I ask.
Tristan lets out a silent burst of laughter. “No. I wanted to see you in person.”
I take a deep breath to try and calm the flames licking at my abdomen. A year ago, I would’ve run for the hills, but now I want to crawl over the table and rip his clothes off. “It’s a turn on to hear how much you wanted me,” I admit.
Tristan’s eyes lock on mine, and I watch as they lighten. “Then you’ll want to skip eating when you hear how many times I stroked my cock to the image of you.”
I squirm on my chair, and leaning forward, I rest my arms on the table. “How many times?”
He slowly shakes his head. “Hundreds. The second our eyes met, I was yours.”
I savor the answer. Knowing Tristan was committed to me from the moment our eyes locked for the first time fills me with a heady emotion. Every sinfully hot inch of him is mine.
“The foreplay is entertaining,” Tristan murmurs as he rises to his feet. “But the sooner we eat, the quicker I get to fuck you.”
I let out a burst of laughter as I get up. We walk to the selection of Scandinavian and international foods laid out in a buffet setting and begin to fill our plates with deliciousness.
TRISTAN
Having Hana to myself for the past two weeks has only made me more determined to have her move into the penthouse. Permanently.
It’s our last night in Iceland, and I’ve arranged a special outing for us. Walking into the hotel's lobby, our guide is already waiting to take us on a private tour of Iceland’s rugged south coast. Hana’s been wanting to see the waterfalls since we got here, and because it’s almost eleven at night, she has no clue where we’re going.
After greeting the guide, he leads us to a SUV. I open the door for Hana, and then I slide in beside her. Taking hold of her hand, I place it on my thigh, and as we’re driven to the south coast, my thumb brush over her silky skin.
“It’s so beautiful here,” Hana whispers as she stares out the window. “It’s hard to believe it’s almost midnight, and the sun is still out.”
When we come to a stop in a parking area, and we climb out of the car, Hana lifts her hands to cover her mouth as she stares at the remarkable Seljalandsfoss waterfall.
Wrapping my fingers around the back of her neck, I pull her to my side, and we begin to walk toward the path that leads around the waterfall. The guide stays by the car as instructed.
“Oh my god, Tristan,” Hana gasps. “It’s breathtaking.”
“I want to show you what I see when I look at you,” I murmur as I lower my arm so I can take hold of her hand. Linking our fingers, I keep a tight grip on her as we walk toward the entrance, which leads behind the curtain.
The moment we walk behind the spray, Hana’s lips part as she takes in the midnight summer sun coloring the water a light orange.
I watch as emotion washes over her features, making her look breathlessly beautiful. I let go of her hand, and lifting mine, I brush a knuckle down from her temple to the sensual curve of her neck.
My gaze is glued to her face, and when a golden glow hits us, I suck in an entranced breath. “That’s how I see you.” A golden tear spirals over her cheek as she turns to me. “My light.”
Hana lifts her hands to my jaw, and standing on her toes, she pulls me down. Her mouth brushes against mine in a tender kiss. “I love you more than life, Tristan. More than anything.”
I claim her lips, the kiss profound and riveting before I murmur, “I love you. Obsessively. Unconditionally. With every grain of my being.” I close the distance between us again, and wrapping my fingers around her neck, I claim her mouth in a possessive kiss. I dominate her with hard strokes of my tongue and stinging bites before easing the sting with my lips.
Breaking the kiss, we savor the intimate moment between us before Hana pulls out her phone. We take a couple of photos of us with the curtain of water in the background to add to the many we’ve already taken over the past two weeks. Then we slowly make our way back to the car. It’s almost five in the morning when we get back to our suite at the hotel.