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“Why?”

“You’re not ready for that part of me. You’re too pure,” he tells me.

“Then make me dirty.” His eyes burn straight through me as I look at him. I can feel the heat between us, and I think he knows there’s something here, too. I don’t want to admit it because that would be admitting I’m a sinner, and I don’t want to be that, but I also can’t keep living a life I’m not sure I want.

Before I can speak again, Tristan has my face in his hands, devouring my lips with his. He kisses me in ways I’ve never been kissed before, and when his tongue slides into my mouth, I moan for him.

My body tingles, and heat runs wild inside me from the way he’s kissing me. Then he pulls back and shakes his head, tugging at his hair.

“You’re making a big fucking mistake, Ash.”

“I don’t think I am.”

“Yeah, you are. Now stay the hell away from me.” It’s a warning I doubt I’m going to take. I don’t want to stay away from him. I want to get closer and closer to him.

Chapter 9

Tristan

I let Ash come to the warehouse to watch me sculpt today. I don’t know why. The model isn’t here today, but I have plenty in my mind to work with.

“You make it all by hand? Even if it’s that big?” she asks as I keep working.

“All by hand.”

“What else can you sculpt?”

“Just about anything you want.”

“What about me?” Now my eyes jerk over to where she sits on a stool watching me.

“Why would I?”

“Because I asked you to.”

“Naked? You’re comfortable getting naked in front of me?” She shakes her head, and I laugh. “I didn’t think so. Shut up and sit there being a good Little Nun.” I get back to work and ignore her for the most part, but that fucking electricity that runs between us is almost too much for me to deal with without fucking her senseless. I know she wants it. I can see the look in her eyes, but I’m not about to give it to her yet.

“Will you be naked?” She finally asks.

“You want me to be?” I ask in return.

“I’d feel more comfortable, I think,” she answers, chewing on her nail.

“What if I just make you a cute little cross? How about that?”

“I mean it. I want to try, Tristan.” I swallow hard because seeing her naked is only going to fuck with my head more, and I know it. But I nod my fucking head and motion for her to strip. I step back and take off all my clothes, standing in front of her naked. Her eyes roam over my body, and it hits me that she’s never seen a man naked before. She stops on my cock, and that bastard jerks at her attention.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Don’t say anything. Take it off,” I order, nodding toward the dress she has on today. She slowly pulls it over her head and drops it to the floor. “All of it.” She moves to her bra, then her panties, and a fucking growl lodges in my throat. Seeing her naked is just solidifying the fact I should stay as far from her as possible.

“This is a bad idea,” I tell her once more.

“Please.” That one word coming from her lips is all I can handle. I step toward her slowly and then once again. She watches me, unsure what I’m about to do. I reach for her hair, wrapping it around my hand to pull her head back so she’s forced to look at me. Her lips part as she keeps her eyes on mine.

“You’re asking a lot of me when I have little restraint.”

“I’m not your type. You said so yourself,” she reminds me of my own words.

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