“There’s something else we need to talk about.”
What she was about to suggest was crazy, but at the same time it made sense. “We should kiss.”
His brow sprang up. “We should what?”
“I’m only mentioning it because it keeps almost happening, but you have the stable to take care of. I have my audition. Almost kissing is a distraction we don’t need.” Tristan staring at her as if he wasn’t sure he’d heard her right fueled a ramble. “If we kiss, we’ll stop wondering and get over it. It’ll be like checking it off a list. Done. Move on.”
“So you think if we kiss, it’ll be easier for us to do that?”
“Exactly. No more temptation. No more problems.”
He looked away from her as if mulling it over.
Seconds stretched, and Chloe was already prepared for his “no” answer.
“Let’s do it.” Tristan moved closer, and it took a moment for her to finally register he’d agreed.
“Okay.” She laid her hands near his shoulders. Whoa, he was solid muscle, but that didn’t matter. Getting this kiss out of the way was about not noticing him anymore. Should she leave her hands where they were or move them higher? Before she could decide what to do, he grasped her waist, brought her against him and covered her mouth with his.
Being close to all of that hard muscle and heat pulled out a breath that turned into a low moan. She slid her hands up and around his neck. His tongue drifted over hers, and the faint taste of hops flavored a deepening kiss that was equal parts goodness and sin. Chloe sank into him floating in a fathomless pool of wonderfulness as he coaxed, captivated and teased.
It was so good. She could stay there all night kissing him.
When it seemed he planned to ease away too soon, she grasped hold of his nape and pressed her lips more firmly to his and chased him for a longer kiss. Tristan caressed up and down her back, leaving heat and tingles behind as his hands came to settle low on her spine. His fingertips brushing just under the hem of her shirt made pleasure uncoil, and she lifted on her toes arching into him, yearning for more of his touch.
Voices and laughter filtered through a haze of heady desire.
He lifted his mouth a short distance away, and she remembered to breathe.
“So...” he murmured. “Did that clear things up?”
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