He leans down and our foreheads roll together. Somehow, it’s more intimate than the last time I had sex.
“Ididadmit you’re hot,” I concede with a stupid grin on my face.
“You did, didn’t you? Say it again. This time without all the bad movie references,” he insists.
Tristan pulls back, watching me intensely.
“Still fishing . . .” I say breathily.
“You can add my stellar hockey skills.”
“Deep-sea trawling at this point . . .”
His laugh warms me to my core. “Since you’re having a hard time wrapping your mind around the concept of a compliment, allow me to be of further assistance.”
If that announcement didn’t fully grab my attention, Tristan’s finger tipping my chin up does it. Suddenly, the world is made of hazel eyes and thick lashes and tempting mojitos.
“I’m about to giveyoua compliment.” He pushes a strand of hair behind my ear, thumb lingering on the sensitive skin behind my earlobe. “I love this badass outfit. If you were my teacher, I don’t think I could focus on anything, you’re so fucking pretty. You say the nuttiest, funniest things, and you smell great all the damn time.”
I make an effort to swallow in order to avoid drooling. “That’s more than one compliment.”
“And so good at counting, too.”
My amused snort surprises both of us. “I smell good all the time? Even when I’m sweating?” Iamsweating buckets right now. How can I not, when my blood is on fire?
He shrugs. “Actually, yeah.”
I’m transported back to that kiss more than ten years ago. The one that meant nothing.
Except that’s not quite true, is it? I had felt something then and, heaven help me, Tristan’s effect on me remains mysteriously potent.
“You’re making me very self-conscious with this line of conversation.”
“You started it,” he whispers, nuzzling his nose against my ear.
“What exactly did I start?”
Tristan shifts so our mouths are barely an inch apart.
“This.”
CHAPTER 4
TRISTAN
We kiss.
Her nails dig into my neck and her breasts crush against my body. We clamor wildly, hands everywhere. It’s a beautiful contrast to the soft lips that welcome me. Our tongues tangle without restraint.
I am kissing Ligaya Torres, and she’s kissing me back.
If you told me this morning that she would let metouchher, never mind kiss her, I’d call you a liar.
Now? I can’t imaginenotkissing her.
I get a handful of her ass and yank her up so her legs wrap around my waist. She presses against my arousal. Grinding our hips to the rhythm of our kiss, I lose my mind a little. Pinning her against the wall with my groin while tasting the smooth column of her neck, I have to hold back before going too far. In response to me pulling away, Ligaya’s hips tilt to seek more friction.
“Greedy girl,” I say admiringly. “I like it.”
