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“I’m not going to have sex with you because you’re bored.”
“I’m not bored,” I admitted, almost increasing my tone. My life was a mess already. Nothing was going the way I wanted it. So, yes, I wanted this. I didn’t care what we were. I felt something for him I couldn’t explain to myself. I couldn’t escape from this, no matter how much I tried.
“No,” he said, stepping back.
“What?”
“I want you so bad but not like this.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, already feeling like an idiot for offering myself to him.
“It’s not lust, Chloe. I don’t know how else to prove that to you, and if I go on with this, it will prove your point.”
He thought I was testing him?
“I want this,” I assured him, stepping closer, but he took a step back, as if battling with his self-control.
Maybe that apple cider had had alcohol in it because my brain only wanted Tristan’s lips on mine more than anything right now.
“Don’t tempt me. I won’t be able to resist,” he said hoarsely with his eyes on my lips.
“I missed you too, asshole.” I pouted.
He remained three feet away, his eyes flickering from my lips to my eyes every so often in the stillness between us. A thousand million raindrops fell around us, the sound drowning the silence between us. It was getting colder as I waited for him to come to me.
“It’s killing me,” he rasped.
Before I could ask him what he meant, he was in front of me, and his lips were against mine. Cold and soft, hungry and gentle. I pressed against him, responding to his kiss instantly.
He pulled away and stared at my face. I waited for him to kiss me again, but he didn’t. He rubbed his nose against mine, and his lips brushed delicately on mine, barely touching. His action only made me want more. I pushed myself closer, giving him the green light, but he held back.
“Are you real?” he asked, running his thumb over my cold lips.
“No, I’m a hologram,” I said.
He laughed softly, pulling me into his arms and hugging me with so much need. I didn’t want him to let go. The warmth from his body sank into my skin as his hug swallowed me. He kissed my neck softly, a gesture that made my heart swell. It was painful and excruciating because I knew I couldn’t resist him any longer.
It was hard, fighting for something you knew was bad for you. My emotions dominated my reasoning, knowing he might prey on my insecurities again, but I was willing to give us a chance. This time, we’d be patient with each other. The heart wanted what it wanted, I guessed.
He leaned in and took my lips in a slow kiss. As if starving, he deepened the kiss, almost knocking the air out of my lungs. His hand moved slowly to my neck. His grip was gentle yet firm. I returned every kiss, following every pace of his lips as ecstasy sprang around my body, my legs shivering. It felt like it’d been years since we’d last kissed.
He drew me closer, like he couldn’t get enough. His tongue found its way into my mouth. I ran my hand up his hard chest, tracing the thick ridges through his wet shirt. When I got a throaty groan from him, I did it again. I felt hot all over. All thoughts about the rain and cold disappeared from my head.
Tristan guided me to the door, and soon, we were back inside the house. He kicked the door closed without breaking the kiss. His firm grip around my throat was a new feeling that increased the hotness between my legs.
Tristan swiftly had my back to the wall. His kiss became rough, and I liked it. It felt like I was floating in another universe. I could get lost in this feeling forever. The delicious current made me moan in anticipation.
He gripped my hips and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and traced his stubble with my finger as our lips moved in sync. I loved the roughness of it on my cheek. He carried me upstairs to my room, his palms gripping my ass.
He had my back against the door as soon as we stepped into my room. I wanted to touch him, but he wouldn’t let go of my hands, which he had pinned above my head with his left hand. I pressed my body on him, wanting more. He withdrew and stared at me, as if he was second-guessing doing this. He let go of my hands. I pushed myself on my tiptoes and kissed him, running my fingers through his hair. The deep groan that escaped his throat sent a wave of desire from my heart to my chest and down toward my inner thighs.
I tugged at his shirt. He pulled away and took it off in a flash. His prominent V-line caught my eyes first.
Finally. My perverted brain sighed in relief.
My eyes shone as they drilled into his skin, devouring him. I ran my hands up the curves on his torso, feeling the texture of his skin. He looked down at me, watching me with hazy eyes, his breathing quick. I pulled my hands away to take off my shirt, but he stopped me.
I could feel his thick length knocking against my thighs, warmth welcoming me. He opened his mouth as if he had something to say but stopped himself.
