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Bullet didn’t know if anyone else was in the dining hall, and didn’t care.
“Do you want this, Tristan? I mean, really want it? You’ve been sendin’ me some mixed signals, girl.”
“That’s what I was trying to tell you. It was never you, Bullet. It was my past, haunting me. I let an experience I had with someone else cloud my judgment of you. It was unfair, and I’m sorry.”
“So, does that mean yes?”
She smiled. “Yes, I do want this. Right now, more than anything.”
He groaned at her admission, tightened his grip on her nape, and kissed her again.
Bullet’s lips on hers felt so good. He alternated between ravaging her and kissing her softly and slowly. His mouth moved against hers with warmth. He was tender with her, and loving.
She opened her mouth to him, but her hands remained on his chest. His muscles were hard beneath her fingers, and she longed to slide inside his pearl snaps and feel his skin.
“Oh, sorry. Oops.”
Tristan moved away from Bullet when she heard Piper’s voice. “Wait,” she said, pulling farther away from Bullet.
Piper turned around, and Tristan saw a tray in her hand.
“Is that dinner?”
“The first course anyway. I can keep it in the back if you’re not ready to eat yet.” She looked between them and smiled.
Tristan felt the heat in her cheeks once again. At this rate she’d spend the entire week in a state of embarrassment.
“I’m ready. What about you, Bullet?”
“I’m famished.”
Tristan met his gaze. It was obvious he wasn’t talking about dinner.
“Shall we, then?”
“You have your pick of tables,” said Piper.
Bullet took her hand and led her to a table by the front window. “How’s this?”
“It’s perfect.”
Bullet held her chair for her to sit.
iper placed an appetizer plate in front of her, and then set the other across the table. Bullet picked it up and brought it next to her instead. “Don’t mind if I sit next to you, do you? I want to be as close as I can.”
He ran his fingers up and down her bare arm. She closed her eyes and concentrated on his touch. He leaned closer and kissed her shoulder.
“I thought you were famished.”
“I am. And you know what I meant, don’t pretend you don’t. You’re famished too, I can feel it.”
Chill bumps covered her arms, and she trembled under his touch. There would be no pretending with Bullet. He read her perfectly.
“Seriously, you must be starving.”
“Uh huh,” he murmured, his teeth gently grazing the skin on her shoulder.
Piper approached their table with a bottle of wine in hand. “I can bring dinner to your cabins. Or cabin, if you’d prefer.”
