Chapter Six
Andrea’s POV
His lips crash against mine, hard and sure. The kiss is nothing like the soft ones I imagined in my head for my first one. It is demanding. His hand stays firm behind my neck, holding me exactly where he wants me. My hands stay cold at my sides, but I do not pull away. I cannot. This is what I signed up for.
Tristan presses closer until my back hits the wall. The red lingerie feels too thin between us. His body is warm and solid, and I feel every inch of him. He breaks the kiss just enough to look down at me. His grey eyes are dark now, but still cold.
“Bed,” he says, voice low.
Before I can move, he lifts me. My feet leave the floor. In two strides he drops me onto the big bed. The mattress bounces under me. I lie there, heart pounding, staring up at him as h
