I shake my head. “He’s badass. You don’t want to get on his dark side.”
He tilts his head, and there’s a flash of heat in his eyes, making my abdomen tighten with desire.
“Hana,” he murmurs, his voice rough and deadly, the timbre causing the ripples to spread through my body.
Loving this game, I lower my eyes to his neck. “Tristan.” I begin to turn away, but his fingers curl around my arm. The spark is still so intense it instantly makes heat pool between my legs.
Tristan leans into me, and when his breath fans over my ear, my eyes drift closed. “Keep this game up, and I’ll fuck you right here.”
Pulling back, I let my lips brush over his jaw. “Is that a promise?”
“Mr. Hayes,” A man suddenly says, yanking us out of our lust bubble.
Tristan lets go of my arm to shake the man’s hand. “Mr. Thompson.”
I smile at Tristan before I walk to where Fallon is standing with the rest of our friends.
“Hi, guys,” I say as I reach them.
“Love. That. Dress,” Fallon enunciates.
“Thanks. It was a gift from Tristan.” Glancing at the love of my life, I take in his strong jaw, covered with a light dusting of scruff.
I can’t wait to feel his scruff between my thighs.
His dark brown hair looks like I just ran my fingers through it.
He’s still the hottest man I’ve ever seen.
It feels like I’ll never stop falling in love with Tristan, and I love it.
Confidence pours off him as he talks to Mr. Thompson.
“What are you looking at?” Fallon asks.
“The love of my life,” I murmur.
Tristan glances my way, and then his gaze locks with mine.
Love you, my darkness.
The corner of his mouth curves up as if he knows what I’m thinking.
Love you, my light.
TRISTAN
To think it’s been two years since I laid eyes on Hana and decided she would be mine.
I was right. Hana turned out to be one hell of a challenge. Every day with her has been filled with excitement and love.
The thought makes me smile.
Walking behind Hana, the sensual sway of her ass has my mouth watering and my cock hardening.
I can’t wait to get her home.
Nearing the bar, Hana glances over her shoulder. When she sees me, her mouth curves into a seductive smile, and her exotic beauty once again steals my breath.
My red diamond.
She winks at me, making me smirk at her.
Hana orders a glass of sparkling water, and then her fingers brush over her neck as if she’s inviting me to take a bite.
Taking hold of her hips, I press my hard cock against her ass. Leaning closer, I murmur, “Feel what you’re doing to me?”
She nods, lightly grinding her ass back against me.
“Christ, Hana,” I hiss.
She lets out a chuckle.
I press a kiss to her neck then say, “Fuck the water. We’re leaving.”
Grabbing hold of her hand, I link our fingers and pull her toward the exit.
Hana laughs, and it sounds like music to my ears.
I bundle her into the car, then stalk to the driver’s side. The drive home is painful, and the moment we step inside the elevator, I cup her pussy through the dress and squeezing hard, I ask, “Is this what you want?”
Hana bites her bottom lip as she nods at me, and the sight drives me wild.
The second the doors slide open, Hana darts away from me, and kicking off her heels, she dashes up the stairs.
Yanking my tie loose, I follow after her.
I find her dress at the top of the stairs and drop my tie on it. Shrugging out of the jacket, I let it fall, and then I unbutton the vest, peeling it off. By the time I walk into the room, Hana’s naked on the bed.
I strip out of the rest of my clothes and crawling onto the bed, I bite her thigh before moving up her body.
“Remember two years ago you said you wouldn’t change your mind about having dinner with me?” I ask before I press a kiss to her neck.
Hana nods. “Yes.”
“Look at us now,” I murmur.
She lifts her hand to my jaw, and I lean into the touch. “I’m glad you didn’t give up on me.”
I press my mouth to her wrist, and then I thrust deep inside her.
Our eyes lock as I move inside her. My gaze drink in every inch of her. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Our mouths crash together, and then I devour her until we both soar so high, it takes us a couple of minutes to catch our breath.
Hana snuggles into my side, letting out a contented sigh.
I want to marry her. Not next year but as soon as possible.
“Want to go to Bali for a week?” I ask.
Hana lifts her head and stares down at me. “When?”
“Next week?”
A smile splits over her face, and she nods as she straddles me. “Yes.”
“I’ll make the arrangements.”
Wrapping my fingers around the back of her neck, I pull her down until her mouth is on mine.
One week and then she’ll be Hana Hayes.
Mine.
Forever.
EPILOGUE
HANA
Stepping off the plane, I’m excited to spend New Years' with Tristan in Bali.
Walking to the car, the humidity makes it feel like it’s summer again. Tristan opens the back door to the car and waits for me to slide inside before he follows after me.
As the chauffeur drives us to the resort, Tristan takes my hand, linking our fingers. “I have you all to myself for a whole week,” he murmurs.
I lean my head against his shoulder. “It’s going to be amazing.”
“It is.”
It sounds like there’s a hidden meaning to his words, and it has me asking, “Do you have a surprise planned?”
His mouth curves up in the sexy smirk that always has a kaleidoscope of butterflies fluttering in my stomach. “A big one.”
Grinning at him, I ask, “What? Tell me.”
Slowly he shakes his head. “You’ll have to wait patiently. Only eight hours. Consider it payback for the eight months you made me wait.”
I let out a chuckle as I glance out the window, and then I whisper, “It’s breathtaking here. A paradise.”
When we reach the Bulgari resort, and we’re taken to our mansion by buggy, I admire the volcanic landscape that’s surrounded by lush tropical gardens.
Walking into the mansion, I’m speechless. Dark wood covers the floor, walls, and part of the ceiling, and our bedroom overlooks the Indian Ocean.
“Tristan,” I breathe, totally mesmerized. “It’s spectacular.”
Coming to stand behind me, his fingers wrap around the side of my neck, and then he presses a kiss to my throat. “Only the best for my angel.”
I turn in his arms and kiss him deeply, then I ask, “What are we doing today?”
He points to where two massage beds are set up. “First, we relax.”
We change into robes and then go lie on the beds. Tristan arranged a female masseuse for me and a male one for him, which makes me feel comfortable.
When aromatic scents fill the air, and her hands knead all the knots from the long flight, I melt into the bed.