She was right, even if she was only teasing. He did want her and he wanted her badly and the erection straining at his jeans was evidence of that. Tristan managed to slide her pants and panties down her slender hips and thighs, dropping them in a heap at his feet.
They kissed, he touched. A groan rumbled in his chest and throat, cut short by the connection of their mouths. He slid his fingers along the insides of her smooth thighs, further up to brush against her. She was warm, wet, and inviting. He caressed, found that pleasure spot and teased, delved between silky folds and eased his finger inside of her. His other hand was at his own fly, unbuttoning for relief, just a little. There wouldn't be full relief until he entered her.
Tristan broke the kiss so that he could lean to the side, reaching for the nightstand drawer where he kept the condoms. He tore the package open with his teeth, his right hand still busy between her legs. A small smile played at his lips.