Can I have more of you?

Grace

His lips press to mine again. This time, it’s gentle and considerate.

I stagger back, but Tristin’s arm wraps around my waist and pulls me back to his front. I breathe, inhaling his masculine cologne and the minty taste of his mouth.

Tristin tilts his head to the right, deepening the kiss. My lips part, letting him explore every inch of me. A shudder slithers down my cold spine, making me step closer to his warm body.

My head is foggy. Even then, I know I shouldn’t do this.

I clench his shirt and attempt to pull my head back. Tristin grabs my nape and kisses me harder, refusing to let me go until he has had his fill.

Unconsciously, my hand moves up and grazes the skin of his collarbone. Tristin’s body shudders under my fingertips, sending waves of fire down my veins.

He releases my lips with a harsh nip and stares down at me. I breathe, hold it in, and watch his unmoving eyes.

“ I told you before. ” Tristin’s hand travels lower on my back until he reaches my butt and squeez