Tristan's body strained as all the sexually charged images he had created of Cianne surfaced in his mind. "I would be lying if I said that being with you has never crossed my mind." The sultry images slowly faded but wouldn't vanish. "But sex isn't important to me." He wanted her mind, her soul, and her body. He wanted her trust, her passion; he wanted her to love him. "I want. . ." There was no way to express what he wanted without sounding like a complete psycho. So, he improvised. "I just want to be close to you."
Getting to know you will do for now.
"The kiss," she said, nibbling on her lip. "It was everything I dreamt it would be."
Tristan watched her teeth scraped slowly across her bottom lip. He exhaled then adjusted his position on the sofa so that a certain body part didn't bend in an odd position. It was definitely going to be a rough night.
"Good," he said, but on the inside, he groaned, "I don't want to disappoint."