I smirk as I stare at my clueless friend. If he knew who bought that drink, he would be choking on it. “I’m just going to go to the bathroom,” I say.
I get up and make my way through the bar and into the ladies’ bathroom. I take my time and mentally prepare myself to ignore Tristan for good.
I need to stop this flirty game we have going on.
But he’s so fun.
No . . . enough is enough.
I open the door, and before I know it, someone grabs my hand and pulls me around the corner and pins me to the wall.
“Tristan,” I whisper.
His lips drop to my neck. “Hello, Anderson, fancy meeting you here.” He smiles against my skin as his teeth skim my neck.
“What are you doing?” I whisper as goose bumps scatter up my arms.
“Accosting you in the hallway—what does it look like?” He bites me hard, and I tingle to my toes.
“What if I really was here with Gabriel?” I stammer.
“Then I’m about to steal his girl.” He smiles as he takes my face in his hands.
My God, he’s so naughty.
“Stop it,” I breathe.
“No.” He kisses me, soft and slow. His tongue gently coaxes mine to come out and play. My eyes close in pleasure. Damn it, why does he have to kiss so well?
“Tris,” I breathe as I feel my resistance begin to wane.
“One last time.”
He sucks on my tongue, and I go weak at the knees.
“We shouldn’t,” I whimper as my hands go to his muscular behind.
“We totally fucking should.” He pins me to the wall, and I feel his rock-hard erection up against my stomach.
My insides begin to liquefy . . . fucking hell, he’s so damn hot that I can’t stand it.
Burning inferno.
“Go out there, and tell him you’re going home.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Because you are going home. With me.”
“Tristan.”
“Or I can come and drag you from the table. It’s your choice.” He shrugs casually. “I need you.” He grabs my hip bones and drags my body over his hardened cock. He does need me; every cell in his body needs me. I can feel it.
His hands are in my hair, and our kisses become frantic. Deep, long, and passionate.
Oh hell . . .
I need you too.