Free CORAL - Fallen (A Romance Trilogy, Book 2) by Clair Delaney Page A

be ready on
time!” Tristan strokes my cheek it instantly calms me.
    “You don’t need to be ready baby. We know
where everything is going. I can sort it, take your time.” I take a deep breath
feeling calmer. “May I?” Tristan says pointing to the shower.
    “Be my guest,” I say gesturing for him to
go first.
    Leaning back against the tiles, I watch him
shampoo his hair. I watch the bubbles ripple across his shoulders, down his
mighty fine pectorals, swimming into a v as they reach his slim abdomen, then
down to his impressive manly parts – Boy I’m a lucky woman .
    Tristan winks at me as he sees me watching
him. “Enjoying yourself?” he chuckles.
    “You have no idea,” I answer dryly, biting
my bottom lip. The urge to get down on my knees and taste him is...overwhelming.
    “Later,” he admonishes, his eyes darkening.
I pout like a teenager. Tristan finishes up and pulls me under the shower. “Don’t
be too long,” he tells me sternly, then kisses me briefly before he leaves,
leaving me spent and sated.
    Something deep within me blossoms. I can't
explain what it is, all I know is how it makes me feel, and I feel like I’m on
drugs, high as a kite. I sigh blissfully, I was intending to take a long lazy
shower, but now, all I want to do is be as quick as possible and be next to him
again. I’m really starting to feel kind of lost and empty when he’s isn’t next
to me.
    I wonder to myself if that is a good thing,
if this ends, goes wrong, I don’t think it’s something I will ever recover from
– I push the mournful thought away and try to keep my mind focused, as George
has taught me, on the now and what Tristan and I will be getting up to today...
     
    TEN MINUTES LATER AND I’M DONE . Hair washed, body shaved in all the right places and buffed with
my shower cream and exfoliating sponge – now I feel refreshed. I have dressed
in my white skinny, three quarter length jeans, my mint camisole and my green
wedges to match.
    I stare at myself in the bathroom mirror,
my cheeks look flushed – guess that’s all the sexing! Smiling broadly at
myself, I pick up my make-up bag and start putting on my face. I go through the
motions on autopilot, because I can’t stop thinking about what Tristan revealed
to me this morning. Quite frankly, I'm shocked that he’s been on his own for so
long, longer than me in-fact, and I can’t help wondering about this girl and
whether she did in fact cheat on him. Then I wonder who the confidant was. Who
told him that they were seen together? Must have been someone he really
trusted.
    I brush the stupid thought away. If Tristan
had stayed with her he wouldn’t be here with me now, so I have to be thankful
to the confidant, whoever it was. Then I think about his broodiness last night,
that strange look he had. I have to wonder what was going through his mind? I
hope it doesn’t return, it gave me such a sinking feeling in the pit of my
stomach – Stop Coral, don’t think like that! – I shake my head at
myself, look up at my reflection and finish off my make-up, trying my best to
quiet the crazy talk going on in my head.
    With my make-up done and my hair drying
naturally with a lovely wave, I walk back into the bedroom and pick up my handbag.
Finding my mobile, I quickly check my messages and see I have none from Rob or
Carlos - I wonder if they’re ok?
    I try to tell myself they’ve gone away on
holiday to try and renew their relationship or something, make amends, at least
I hope that’s what’s going on; and if it is, I hope they are having a good
time. Then I think of Bob – Shit! – I’ve just realised I won’t be there
tomorrow to cook him his Roast Dinner. I better call Gladys, see if she will
take one over to him, at least it will ease the guilt I'm feeling for not being
there for him.
    “Hello?” A deep male voice answers the home
line.
    “Malcolm?” I say, feeling surprised he’s
answered the line.
    “Yes?” He says.
    “It’s