chapter 139

Sable

I give Trystan’s arm a squeeze in a kind of awkward arm hug, and he draws to a slow halt.

When I look back up at him, he’s staring at me with such a funny, un-Trystan-like expression on his face, that I almost laugh. Then his hands wrap around my elbows and he drags me against him, that bewildered expression falling away as it’s replaced by something warmer.

“Goddammit, I love you,” he murmurs, conviction ringing in his voice.

Without another word, he drops his head and kisses me.

His arms wrap around my waist, and his palms send little tingles up my spine as he tugs me closer. I rise up on my toes, pressing my body against his, and a low rumble of desire comes from deep inside his chest. Our kiss deepens. Quickens. His lips taste like ambrosia, like I’m standing in heaven and about to be as high as a goddess can go. Our tongues touch, and his fingers sink into my hips to yank me against his growing erection.

I lose all concept of time and give myself over to the sensation of hi