My hand drops to her hip, molding her to me helplessly, working with the emotion I can’t contain.
Don’t kiss anyone else. Don’t ever see Seth again. Do this only with me.
“I like it too.”
“You make me feel—” She licks her lips. “Insatiable. The way I’m supposed to feel with a guy. I haven’t felt that with anyone else, and I know it was just practice, and Iknowyou’ve been trying to make it good for me, but god, Tristan, I want mo—”
I cut her words off with the press of my lips to hers.
39
KATIE
Tristan’s lips are warm as they slide against my own. Saltwater mingles with his taste. I get little sips of him as he tests my mouth and I test his. Part of me absently thinks that I can’t believe I’m kissing him again. A kiss that is already taking on a life of its own as his lips move more urgently against my mouth and his pulse shudders and stumbles alongside mine.
It’s a kiss I want to last forever, but one I also want to deepen immediately. It feels like a kiss I’ve waited years for, and the thought makes me push closer and clutch at the firm muscle of his shoulders.
He makes a pleased sound in his throat. “Katie,” he breathes before he slips my bottom lip between his teeth and gives it a gentle tug.
Sparks kindle in my stomach and my mouth parts on a gasped breath.
“You like this?”
In response, I lick his bottom lip, and he chuckles.
“Shut up, Tristan.”
He laughs again, this time into my mouth, a small breathless huff that makes me giddy.
“You would.”
He nips at my bottom lip again. “I would what?”
I feel like I’m melting. “You would be like this,” I whisper.
His arm slides around my back, tugging me flush, forcing me to tilt my head, giving him more control.
“I would, wouldn’t I?” He feathers a kiss on the corner of my mouth and I chase his lips with mine with a frustrated sound. I swallow the laugh he makes.
He groans and his mouth parts and his tongue slides against mine. The world tilts.
Our kiss deepens, swirls and eddies. He crushes the breath from me with the press of his body. I dig my fingers into his back so hard it must hurt. His nips are more like bites, his mouth demanding and urgent.
Mine is just as fierce, matching the wildness inside me, a heavy, growing sensation that makes me restless.
When he sucks on my tongue, I cry out into his mouth.
“Katie,” he pants. He’s trying to grab my butt and tread at the same time. He’s trembling with frustration. I’d laugh, but I feel it too. It feels like someone cracked the lid just enough for some steam to get out but also turned up the heat.
The waves lap gently at our bodies, in cool contrast to the throbbing ache I feel. His thumb finds my nipple, and I arch. His mouth is on my throat and mine is at his collarbone, licking and sucking for every gentle bite he takes of me.
“More,” I pant.
“More,” he agrees.
He’s hard against my stomach. He’s thick and hot even inthe cool water. Each restless shift of our bodies seems to make his erection grow, and all I can think is that Tristan is hard for me. My best friend. How long has he felt like this? Does he want this like I do?
He sucks on my skin and my thoughts scatter.
