Page 39 of Snitches and Serpents

“Tristan,” she begins. Her voice is uncertain. And a little breathless.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“What are you doing?”

“Something I’ve been thinking about doing since you stormed up to my house with fire in your eyes.”

Then, before she can reply, I lean forward and kiss her.

She stiffens.

I suppress a grimace. Fuck. I thought she was going to?—

Her hands slide up my chest and lock behind the back of my neck. And then she’s kissing me back.

My heart does a backflip in my chest.

But not because my plan is working. No, my heart is beating like a battle drum against my ribs because of how her hands feel against my skin. Because of how her lips feel against mine. Because of how she’s kissing me. Furiously. Like she has secretly been wanting to do this for years.

Dropping my other hand from the wall, I slide both my hands into her hair while I nudge her mouth open with my tongue. Something like a moan escapes her throat as my tongue tangles with hers.

My knees almost give out.

Oh God, she tastes like summer.

With both hands in her hair, I tilt her head back and kiss her fiercely.

She slides her hands over my shoulders and then down my chest. Lightning shoots through my veins at her touch. She grips the fabric of my shirt, pulling me closer. I brace one knee against the wall between her legs as I dominate her mouth.

Another moan slips from her lips.

Releasing my grip on her head, I draw my hands down her sides. She trembles underneath my hands and clutches my shirt harder. I slip my hands underneath the fabric of her hoodie and slide them up her smooth stomach.

She whimpers and presses her thighs hard against my leg.

Blood pounds in my ears, my heart thunders in my chest, and my cock is straining painfully against my pants. Fuck, she feels so perfect. Tastes so perfect. I just want to?—

Cold clarity hits me like a lightning bolt.

What the fuck am I doing?

I’m on a mission. I’m not supposed to enjoy kissing her. It’s just a means to an end. Her end.

She bites my bottom lip slightly as she kisses me again, and fucking hell, my heart jerks so hard that my chest hurts. My entire body feels charged. Like it’s full of coursing electricity. And one spark from her will set me aflame.

I need to get out of here.

Now.

Right now.

I need to finish my mission and get the hell out of this disastrously dangerous situation.

Dropping one hand from her stomach, I slip it into the pocket of my pants while I continue kissing her as if nothing is wrong. As if my entire existence isn’t in danger right now. My heart pounds in my chest. I need to finish this and get the hell out.

She whimpers as I brush my fingers over her bare stomach.

I slip my other hand into the pocket of her hoodie.

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