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“You claimed you were in love, Tristan. Love!” She stared at his face, looking for some small sign of acknowledgement, but all she saw was confusion. “If what you felt for me was love, then you sure did get over it fast.”
/> “I was a mess after we broke up.”
“I guess you got better. A few days after declaring you so-called feelings for me, after begging me to leave my entire world for you, you hopped into bed with someone else. How’s that for love?”
“Katia and I have known one another for a very long time.”
“As I recall, we knew one another for a long time too. Do you tell her you love her? Do you have a script you read—”
“It’s not like that.”
The pot began to sputter behind her, the scent of coffee heavy in the air.
Lila ignored it. “What is it like, then? The thumping and groaning I hear every night begs to differ.”
“She’s not a replacement.”
“Oh, yes, I know. I was the replacement. You and Katia were together for years. You just took a quick detour with me.”
“You weren’t a detour. I was in love with—”
“Save it, Tristan. We were only together for a few weeks. How in love could you have been?”
“A great deal,” he snapped.
“Then I don’t think that word means what you think it means. I don’t know why I fell for it, honestly. I almost…”
“You almost what?”
“Had things turned out differently, had I not been forced to run, I would have come back here and said a lot of very stupid things, thinking you felt the same as I did. Thank the gods I had to leave New Bristol. Out of everything that’s happened in the last month, that has been the one silver lining.”
“That’s a good thing?”
“Yes, because when you said you loved me, it was just words. Words, words, words—”
Tristan grabbed her and shoved her against the counter, pressing his lips against hers, tugging, sucking, biting almost painfully. His arms slipped around her back, pulling her to his chest as the coffee pot bubbled on.
Lila melted into the familiar, kissing back out of habit or want or need. Her fingers traveled up his stomach, to his chest, and splayed around his jaw. The smell of his shampoo washed over her. His scent, so long absent from her life, reminded her of nights spent in his bed.
Two powerful hands cupped her ass, lifting her into a deeper kiss.
She squeezed her legs tightly around Tristan’s waist, feeling his hardness press against her center, sending her mind far, far away.
She felt herself being carried, whisked through the room into one more familiar. She remembered the glinting weapons nailed to the walls, the breeze slipping through the cracked window, and the bed that filled most of the room.
Tristan dropped her onto it, and she barely felt the fall.
Tristan’s shirt fell to the floor along with his trousers. The chest she’d wanted to see, needed to see, stood before her, his cock erect and at the ready. She stared at them both, robotically tossing her shirt away to join his clothes.
Her bra came next.
He fell into her, unbuttoning her trousers as his lips touched hers, calmer now.
She was not calm, though. Not when his quick fingers slipped under her panties, finding the clit he’d learned how to rub months before, so wet, so hot, so ready to be used. His tongue slipped into her mouth then traveled down her chest, pausing on her breasts.
Nipping.
Lila pulled at his hair and moaned as he stroked her toward completion.
