Page 54 of Dirty Little Mistake

Trystan set his helmet beside mine, the clunk echoing in the empty garage. "I'm not leaving until Kaia's better." His boots scraped against the concrete as he stepped closer, bringing that familiar scent of him. His fingers threaded through my hair, the gentle tug sending sparks down my spine. "And until we have a chance to talk."

My hands found his waist. "What about the tour?"

The muscle in his jaw jumped. "I agreed to extend the tour a few more weeks so that I could be here now."

My fingers curled into the soft leather of his jacket. "How much longer?"

His thumb traced my cheekbone. "Just a few more weeks."

I nodded as he pulled me in for a hug, and I wrapped my arms around him. I was glad he was here for Kaia but I hated that he was going to be gone even longer now. Everything was so up in the air with us, and I wasn't sure that we'd be able to figure it out until he was done with this tour.

"How are you doing?"

"I need..." The words crumbled in my throat as Kaia's still form, and the steady blink of monitors flashed behind my eyes. Tears streamed down my cheeks. “I need her to be okay.”

"Hey." Trystan's arms became a fortress around me, his heartbeat steady against my cheek. "Kaia's strong and way too stubborn to give up.” His voice roughened. "Her body knows how to heal. She just needs time to find her way back to us."

I sniffled. "I hope so."

We stood in silence, holding each other for a long moment like this was exactly what we needed.

"Come on," he sighed. "Let's get inside." I followed him down the long sidewalk, up the front steps, and into the house. "Do you have clothes here?"

"Yeah.” I slipped off my shoes. "I have a few things in Kaia's room."

"If you want to go shower," he said. "I'll figure out something to feed us."

I didn't move as my gaze met his. The energy between us shifting. "Shower with me?"

He stood frozen. His chest rose and fell with deep breaths as his gaze held mine for so long I thought I'd said the wrong thing.

"Nev—" The word dissolved as he surged forward, his kiss stealing the words from my lips. His hands curved under my thighs, lifting me. My legs locked around his waist instinctively, fingers tangling in his dark hair as something wild and desperate clawed through my chest.

I devoured his mouth, tasting every inch like he was the air I needed to breathe.

We should stop.

We should talk.

We should?—

His teeth scraped my lower lip, and thinking became optional.

I was so lost in the kiss that I didn't realize we were moving until we were in the bathroom, and I was on my feet, only breaking from the kiss long enough to tear each other's clothes off.

He hooked an arm around my waist, pulling my naked body flush against his as he walked us backward into the shower before kicking on the water. The icy water hit my back, and I hissed, pulling out of the kiss.

His forehead pressed against mine, our breath mingling in the steam. "So does this mean we moved past the friend zone?"

The question hung between us like mist. My fingers traced the familiar lines of the dark ink covering his chest, buying time. Every touch, every kiss screamed that we were way past friendship, but we'd agreed that we were taking it slow–that we were only friends until I trusted him again. Until he proved he wasn’t going to run again.

My shoulders lifted in a helpless shrug, water droplets trailing down my spine. "I don't know."

Something flickered in his eyes. His thumb traced my lower lip. "Slow, right?"

I caught his wrist, pressing my lips to his pulse point. "Slow.”

My gaze trailed over him from the hot water dripping down the curves of his muscular chest to his massive cock standing at attention, and my tongue swept across my lips before sucking my bottom lip between my teeth. He was big, like really big.

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