Free LOVE QUAKES: BOXED SET (BOOKS 1-4) by J.S. Luxor Page B

soon as you’re able, I’ll take you to dinner in my new neighborhood,” I promise. “They are some really cool places near the beach.”
     
    Tristan seems delighted with my idea. We spend the rest of the evening talking about the damage to San Diego from the earthquake and just getting to know one another better.
     
    We snuggle on the couch after dinner. Finally, Tristan and I kiss passionately toward the end of the evening. I love this new phase of my life. French kissing with Tristan rates high on my list of favs.
     
    “Joanna,” he moans in between our tongue dance, “there’s something magnetic about our connection. Just sorry that I can’t take us to the next level for a while.”
     
    “Don’t worry Tristan. I’m having fun getting to know your mouth and the taste of your skin. You smell and taste so fresh,” I giggle with delight.
     
    “Thanks, Joanna. I can’t begin to tell you how great you taste. I love your little laugh. You’re so carefree and young.”  
     
    We make out for half an hour, with touches and intense kisses that burn the skin of my face and throat, before Bailey takes me home around midnight. There’s nothing wrong with Tristan’s mouth or his tongue. He’s delicious. However, we’ll have to avoid any heavy duty physical moves until Tristan’s a bit more healed. Maybe we can find some way to compromise in the meantime. I want him so badly it hurts. My hormones have been turned on and there’s no stopping them now.
     
     
     

Chapter Three – Revelations
     
    I spent a part of each day this week visiting Tristan at his penthouse. That’s in addition to unpacking, organizing my new space, and just getting familiar with Mission Beach. My new neighborhood feels trendy and upper middle class. I love it. Tristan’s the best part of every day. We discuss music, art, literature and all the topics that I’ve spent the better part of four years learning. Tristan graduated from UCLA after three years and he’s traveled to most of the places that I’ve studied. He’s also a skilled business man. I’m thrilled that he wants me.
     
    Last night, we listened to Lady Gaga’s ‘Applause’ album before we made out on the couch for an hour. I even let him put his hand on my right breast and squeeze it. That felt so sexy, I nearly combusted. Unfortunately, I still had all my clothes on. I now know what I’ve been missing all these years.
     
    Tristan’s breathing raggedly as his long fingers dally on my chest. “I can’t wait to taste the twins,” he mumbles in between our kisses.
     
    “Would you like me to take off my shirt and bra?” I offer since I’d really like that to happen.
     
    “I’d love to see you topless. The only problem is I wouldn’t be able to stop there. About all I can handle right now is kissing and petting your body with my hands. Just bending down or leaning over hurts like hell,” he admits with frustration. “I get a lot of healing from your touch, though.” I pull on his thick hair and smooth my fingers across his sculpted face before I rest them on his shoulders. He sighs with pleasure.
     
    We’re taking it slow because Tristan’s in a lot of pain. He tries to hide it but I notice him wincing whenever we do anything other than mouth-to-mouth contact. Tristan’s ribs are healing but it could take another four weeks before he’s ready for sex. He’s on pain medications, bed rest and icing. Also, his doctor wants him to take very deep breaths at least once per hour to insure that he doesn’t develop pneumonia or a collapsed lung. It’s best that I give him time to heal. Dammit.
     
    Tristan’s been working from home during the day though he says his schedule is about half the normal pace.
     
    When I visit on Sunday, I remind him that I’ve got two important interviews for a psychology job as an aide at the state hospital on Monday. The first interview is scheduled for 11am. It’s at the largest hospital in San Diego. I’m excited