Nicole Harper
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Tristan’s mouth crashed back onto mine like he’d been starving for it.
The kiss was nothing like the careful, testing ones from before. This one was hungry without room for second thoughts. His hands were already everywhere. One was wrapped around my waist, the other sliding down to grip my ass, pulling me flush against him so there was no space left between our bodies.
I should have stopped him. I should have shoved him away again. Instead, my fingers dug into his shoulders and I kissed him back like I was starving because I indeed was starving for days.
He groaned low in his throat and turned us around, walking us backward until my back hit the smooth tiled wall of the pool. The impact pushed a gasp out of me. He swallowed it and angled his head deeper, his tongue
