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“We shouldn’t… But I can’t seem to stop.”

“Then don’t. Right now, it’s just me and you. No one else.” Then I take over the kiss, tilting her head and licking her bottom lip. She tastes so fucking sweet, like the most decadent strawberry. When I lick the seam of her lips, she parts, and my tongue slides inside, tasting more of her.

My head spins as our tongues dance together. I want more. Everything she’s willing to give, I want it.

I wantallof her.

She moans again as I squeeze her tight little ass. It would be so easy to touch her right now, but I don’t want to rush anything.

I slowly pull back, wanting to see what she’s feeling. Fear grips my heart, and I expect to see a horrified look on her face before she pushes me away, telling me this was a mistake.

But she surprises me when she whispers, “Kiss me again.”

Hell yes.I grab the back of her head, pulling her mouth to mine. The kiss is passionate, full of a hunger and need I’ve never experienced before. But another feeling has me both thrilled and a little scared. It’s indescribable. It feelsright, like everything I need but wasn’t aware I’ve been craving.

The fear dissipates when she rocks her hips against me and murmurs, “My God, you feel so fucking good.” She kisses me again, another confession slipping from her lips. “All weekend, I wondered what it would be like to kiss you.”

Anticipation threads through me, knotting my stomach as I wait for her to continue. When she doesn’t, I pull back slightly, worry festering inside me. “Did it live up to your expectations?”

A sexy smirk lifts her lips. Her gaze drops to my mouth, tongue gliding over her bottom lip. When her eyes meet mine, a glimmer of mischievousness mixes with the fire and longing burning in them. “It’s better than I imagined.”

Groaning, I cup her face. “Kissing you is a fucking dream, kitten. It’s everything I craved but didn’t know I needed.” My lips crash against hers like the ocean waves pounding against the shore, our arms clinging to one another like a life raft as we drift into unfamiliar seas.

I can’t help but wonder if we’ll swim or drown.

CHAPTER 11

Jordyn

Excitement thrums through my veins as I hurry to class, wearing a blue and black plaid skirt that’s shorter than the previous one, paired with a low-cut black top. I can’t wait to see Tristan’s reaction. I’m certain he’ll be pissed, and for some reason, that gets my blood pumping.

I’m halfway to class when a hand latches onto my arm and slaps over my mouth before I can scream. I struggle against whoever it is, but it’s futile. He’s too strong, and there’s no one around.

He drags me into a closet, closing the door behind us, shrouding us in darkness. I sense his hand moving, and a bright light infiltrates the room.

I’m breathing hard against his hand as he whispers, “Kitten, retract those claws. It’s me.”

His hand moves from my mouth, and I immediately look over my shoulder, staring into a pair of familiar mossy eyes that are tinged with humor and anger. “Tristan.” His name is a relieved sigh that fills the small custodial closet.

He pulls my backpack off as he spins me around to face him. His hot, fiery gaze drifts over me, his browsfurrowed as he takes in my outfit. “What the hell are you wearing?” he snaps, a vein in his forehead throbbing.

“Don’t you like it?” I grin, grabbing the edge of my short, pleated skirt and curtsy.

He steps closer, gripping my chin. “Hell no. Unless we were alone in my bedroom.”

My hand wraps around his wrist, my thumb stroking his furiously pounding pulse. I stick my lip out in a pout, victory pumping in my chest when his eyes soften. “I wore it for you.”

“Stop pouting.” His tone is soft, but his hold is aggressive when he throws me over his shoulder and carries me to a small desk, depositing my ass on it. “I should punish you for wearing this.”

I clench my thighs together, my mouth going dry at the thought.Why does that turn me on?

He steps between my legs, spreading my thighs wider. “You like that, don’t you, kitten? The thought of me spanking you makes you wet.” His lips move close to mine, and goosebumps scatter over my skin as he teasingly runs his fingers over my inner thighs.

I can’t form words as I wiggle closer to him, desperate for him to touch me. A voice screams inside my head, reminding me of how we first met. But my hormones overrule it, shutting down the doubts.

“Words, kitten. Use them.” His voice is commanding, his face dark and stern, just like the hockey clips I’ve seen on the Wolverine’s website. A shiver runs through me as I spread my legs wider, inviting him to touch me.

“Yes.” I lick my lips, never breaking eye contact. “Please touch me. I’m soaked.”

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