Setting the tumbler down on a side table, I say, “Much better.”
“Sitting inside?” Hana asks.
I shake my head as I turn my body to face hers. “You’re closer to me this way.”
A smile instantly tugs at her mouth.
Lifting my arm, I rest it on the back of the couch. “Move closer.”
Hana scoots in under my arm, and I lift my free hand to her chin, nudging her face up. “I want your eyes on me.”
The fact that Hana’s parents are somewhere in the house fades to background noise as I stare into her warm gaze.
She raises her hand to my jaw, and I turn my face into her touch. My eyes drift shut from how good it feels. There’s a scraping sound as she brushes her thumb over the bristles.
I feel her breath fan over my mouth, and then her full lips press against mine. Way too fucking soon, she pulls back, and it makes my eyes snap open.
Hana tilts her head, her eyes searching mine.
“What are you looking for?” I whisper.
“A flaw.”
“What traits do you dislike?” I ask.
Hana leans into me, and when she rests her head against my chest, I feel a strong urge to wrap her up and to steal her away from the world.
It would be so easy to just take her.
But then she’ll never be mine out of her own free will.
“Arrogance.” She answers my question. “I strongly dislike arrogance.” She thinks again, then adds, “Lies. Abuse of any kind.” She lets out a chuckle. “I have a long list.”
“All good reasons, though,” I assure her.
Hana glances up at me. “And for you?”
“Preying on the weak.”
Hana’s eyes widen. “Good one.”
“Mind games.”
She begins to nod. “Definity a solid no.”
“We shouldn’t have a problem then,” I chuckle.
Silence falls around us, and it feels like we’re being wrapped in a cocoon where there’s only us. I’m focused on every breath she takes. How her lashes move when she blinks.
“What do you see when you look at me like that?” Hana whispers.
“Life.” I begin to lean down. “Light.” I brush my mouth over her cheek and murmur, “Everything.” I let my breath fan over her skin as I turn my face until our lips are within tasting distance from each other. My eyes lock on hers. “Every fucking thing that makes life worth living.”
Hana’s arms dart around my neck, and her mouth slams into mine. I wrap my arm around her and yank her body to mine as I tilt my head. My tongue dives into the warm depths of her mouth, and I fucking lose my soul to her.
It should scare me out of my mind that I’m falling so fast, but there’s no fear.
There’s only now. Only Hana.
The kiss goes from exploring each other, to me claiming her. My teeth scrape, my lips soothe, and my tongue strokes until I’m drunk on the taste of her.
Again she whimpers, but this time I grin against her mouth. Placing my free hand behind her head, I keep her locked to me.
I dive deeper, my bites grow rougher, and I devour her until my lips begin to go numb from the friction. Only then do I break the kiss, and pressing my forehead against hers, I savor her breaths racing as she tries to suck in air.
Chuckling, I say, “You’re addictive.”
Hana lowers her hands to my chest, and then she presses her face into the crook of my neck. “I need a moment.”
I brush a hand up and down her back, and moving her hair away from her neck, I lower my head until my breath skims over her skin. I clench my jaw as I try to suppress the urge, but unable to, I sink my teeth into her soft flesh, and then I suck hard.
Her hands fist my shirt, and I feel her gasp against me. “God, Tristan,” she moans.
My tongue flicks over her skin and pulling back, I look at the red mark with intense satisfaction.
Mine.
Chapter 8
HANA
My. God.
I battle for air, and my heart is thundering in my chest.
The moment is so loaded, it scares me to hell and back while my body aches for more.
How can a kiss be so intense? Tristan kisses with… purpose.
Emotion pushes up my throat because I’ve never had anyone so focused on me before. It feels as if he’s aware of my every breath. Even my heartbeats – and every single beat matters to him.
I pull back and lift my eyes to his. Again, I lose my ability to breathe when I see the possessive expression tightening his features. His irises have a dark blue ring around them, making the light part look like shattered glass.
It feels like he’s about to tear me to pieces with his bare hands and teeth.
“There’s no backing out anymore,” he growls.
“It’s only been two days,” I say even though I know there’s no point in arguing.
His grip on me tightens, and instead of it scaring me, I feel safe. Treasured.
“We both know it’s been much longer than two days.”
Yes, we do.
“We’ll still take it slow?” I ask because I’m so not ready to sleep with him.
God, I need to get used to his kisses before I can even think of taking that step with him.
Tristan’s mouth curves into the sexy grin I’m beginning to love. “For now.”
Pulling myself free from his hold, I ask, “Hot chocolate?”
He shakes his head. “Coffee. No sugar. No cream.”
“Just black?” I ask to make sure.
“Like my soul,” he chuckles.
Shaking my head, I smile as I walk to the kitchen. It feels like I’m moving on a cloud.
I’ve had crushes before, but nothing compared to this. My stomach is constantly filled with flutters, and just thinking of Tristan makes my heart beat faster.
I prepare a coffee for Tristan and a hot chocolate for myself and then carry the cups to the living room.
After I’ve set his coffee on the side table next to him, my lips curve into a teasing smile as I go sit on the couch opposite from him.
Pulling my legs up, I curl against the armrest, and then I grin at Tristan as I take a sip of the warm liquid.
He watches me with a smirk. “Do you think you’re safe over there?”
I shake my head. “Let’s talk for a while.”
“What do you want to talk about?”
“What do you do in your spare time?” I ask, wanting to know more about him. Tristan picks up the cup of coffee, and I quickly warn him, “It’s hot.”
His eyes lock on mine as he takes a sip anyway.
I blink at him, thinking it has to burn like hell.
“I take my yacht out and just sail,” he answers my question.
“I’ve only been a couple of times,” I admit.
“We should go then,” Tristan offers.
Smiling, I agree, “I’d like that.”
“What do you do in your spare time?” he throws the question back at me.
“I spend it between my parents and Fallon. I don’t like going out to clubs.” I scrunch my nose. “All the noise is disorientating.”
“So you don’t go at all?”
I shake my head. “I’ll go once in a while with the group, but I prefer not to. I’d rather stay at home and watch movies or read a good book.”