Page 10 of Dirty Little Mistake

He chuckled and shook his head. "No, but that's kind of how my life is right now. Women throw themselves at me, and most of the time, I tell them no."

"Most of the time?"

He nodded. "We are going on tour with Wicked Sinners."

My eyes snapped wide. "Oh my God, Trystan," I shouted. "Congrats. That's so freaking amazing!"

"Shhh... No one knows so..."

"I won't say anything," I cut him off, bringing my pointer finger and thumb to my lips and insinuating I was locking my lips up tight.

The hand on my hip flew up, grabbing my wrist and bringing it down, and my gaze met his. "Don't lock them up too tight." The air between us was so charged it buzzed. "I have plans for them tonight." My heart thumped erratically as the possibilities of what his plans were flashed through my mind. "But first, I need you to know I like you, and I want to be around you, but a relationship isn't in the cards for me right now."

I nodded.

He was about to leave on tour, and that meant parties and women. He didn't want to be tied down, and I appreciated his honesty. "I don't think you would truly trust me out on the road, and I wouldn't want to do something stupid that screwed up my chances forever."

"So, friends?"

"Yeah, friends." His eyes crinkled at the corners, genuine warmth replacing the earlier tension. "So you still want to hang out with me tonight?" I nodded.

And just like that, I was back under the spell of Trystan West.

Trystan's hand slid into mine, and I let him lead me back into the house as my mind raced with the possibilities of what the rest of the night would hold.

He pulled me through the doorway into a dark room and kicked the door shut behind him, leaving us covered in blackness.

I shifted to find a light, but a startled gasp flew out of me when his hand curled around my throat as he shoved my back against the door, pinning me in place and forcing my chin up. His fingertips tightened just under my jaw. Not like he wanted to kill me, but like he wanted to kiss me, and he did.

Soft lips crashed against mine, and a rush of exhilaration surged through me. This wasn't our first kiss, but I thought the first one would be our last. I'd always assumed he regretted it, but you didn't do something you regretted twice, right?

My mouth opened, and his tongue slipped through my parted lips, tasting and teasing the inside of my mouth. The kiss turned from slow to desperate and frantic as his tongue thrust in and out, and I met him stroke for stroke as we consumed each other.

This kiss held a completely different demeanor than our first. This kiss felt like he'd been starving, and I was his only food source. I arched my body into his as all my senses were lost in him.

I had no idea how far this was going to go, but I knew I wanted it all. I wanted him. I tugged at the hem of his shirt. Pulling out of the kiss, he reached back, tore his shirt off, and tossed it to the ground.

"Are you trying to get me naked?" His voice had dropped to that rough whisper that made my skin tingle. His fingers traced idle patterns on my hips, each touch leaving trails of heat through the thin fabric.

"Yes." The word came out steadier than I felt. My hands shook slightly as I reached for his belt, and I was glad for the darkness hiding my face. The metal buckle was cool against my fingers as I fumbled with it. When I finally got to his button, his hand caught mine, stilling my movements.

Time stretched, and I could feel his heartbeat thundering under my palm, matching my own racing pulse. For a moment, I thought he might let me continue. But his grip tightened ever so slightly, and my stomach dropped.

"Not tonight." The words were soft but firm. He brought my captured hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss to my knuckles that felt like an apology. Or maybe a promise.

A twinge of disappointment punched me in the chest, and my cheeks heated with embarrassment. I'd confused his signals and thought he wanted me to. He released my hands, and they dropped to my side.

I shifted on my feet to sidestep around him. I couldn't think clearly with him surrounding me. His hands curled around my hips, stopping me.

Heat spread low in my belly when he reached under my skirt, hooking his fingers into strings of my panties before he dropped to his knees, pulling my panties down with him.

"I leave tomorrow." The words ghosted across my thigh, each one punctuated by the slow slide of fabric as he eased my skirt higher. His fingers left trails of electricity on my skin. I couldn't see his face in the darkness, could only feel the heat of his breath getting closer to where I ached for him.

"I want to make sure—" His lips brushed the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, making my breath catch. "—you have something to remember me by."

The words hit me like a physical touch.Yes. Please.The thoughts tumbled through my mind, but I couldn't form them into words. My fingers found his hair as he lifted my leg over his shoulder, opening me to him. The position made me feel deliciously vulnerable. Each kiss he pressed against my thigh was slower than the last, moving higher with devastating patience. My head fell back against the door, the solid wood the only thing keeping me upright as anticipation coiled tighter in my belly.

His mouth hovered just where I needed him most, close enough that I could feel his breath. The tease of almost-contact had me trembling. He stayed there, waiting, until I thought I might shatter from wanting him.

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