judgment, but I wanted him with an all-consuming need. Throwing caution to the wind was something I could no longer do. I had people in my life who depended on me. A son who needed me. But this didn’t feel like I was being reckless.
This felt safe. There was something reassuring about this man that I couldn’t fully explain. He was a rock star, for goodness’ sake. Safe and reassuring weren’t things typically associated with men like him.
Yet I let him draw me deeper into his arms. Let him nuzzle my neck, his scruff scraping against my sensitive cheek. I craved him like no one else.
That is what should have scared me. It reeked of dependence, and I’d promised myself I would never fall victim. There should be a give and take in any relationship, but I wanted to give him everything.
I was in over my head already and I didn’t want to find my way out.
“I want to kiss you,” he whispered, breaking through my scattered thoughts.
I looked up, my gaze crashing with his. Despite the low light, I could see the heat in his eyes, the intensity in his expression. It flooded my brain with thoughts of tangled limbs and never-ending kisses.
Good god, I wanted that so much.
“Right here?” I asked.
He chuckled deep, and it rolled over me, firing off every nerve ending in my body. He was destroying me with words. What could he accomplish with his mouth, and how soon could I experience that?
He leaned down and whispered, “What I want to do to you should never be done in front of prying eyes.” Then he nibbled on my earlobe.
I gasped. The man was lethal. I’d known that as soon as I’d crashed into him outside of my office.
Could I handle lethal? Did I even care?
“Follow me,” he said low. Then he raised his voice. “Let’s go grab a drink. I think I need some water after all that dancing.”
“What?” I turned and spotted Mac and Jax. They were tearing up the dance floor and paying us no attention. Jax was dancing circles around Mac and she was laughing. I knew we wouldn’t be missed.
Tristan grabbed my hand and led me from the dance floor and back up to the VIP section. He pulled me into the corner near our table, as far away from prying eyes as we could get.
He leaned down and whispered. “I just want a taste. Will you give it to me?”
His breath washed over my heated skin and I could only nod in agreement. If I wasn’t careful, I would give everything to this man.
Being careful was overrated.
“Tell me you want to kiss me, Evie,” he said against my ear, and I shuddered.
My eyes met his and my breath stalled in my chest. Would I ever get used to the intensity in his gaze? How his piercing blue eyes jump-started my heart? The look he gave me promised to consume me, and I wanted that more than my next breath.
“Please kiss me, Tristan.” My voice was full of barely tamped need.
He wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me flush against his body. My curves molded into his hard chest, his cock pressed against my stomach.
Then, without another word, he lowered his head and sealed his lips to mine, his groan vibrating through me. My nipples were already tight with need, and my belly clenched as his soft lips wiped away any thoughts other than his mouth on mine.
He tilted his head, getting a better angle, and deepened the kiss. I gasped against his mouth as he spun us, pressing me against the wall. My hands moved up his hard chest, feeling his heart pounding beneath my palms before I settled my arms around his neck. His hair was up tonight in a floppy bun and I wished it was down so I could sink my fingers into his luscious locks. I was still jealous of them and I wanted it sifting through my fingers.
He growled against my lips when I scraped my nails along his nape, and he rocked his hips. I ached to reach down and run my hand along the length of his cock, but it was too soon for that. At least I had one of my wits still functioning, as the others had vanished as soon as he’d started kissing me.
“Fuck, you taste sweet,” he murmured against me, and my lips parted on a gasp. He took full advantage, his tongue darting into my mouth to