8
“Aren’t you curious?”
The question left Tristan’s lips in a seductive almost-whisper, and that dark part of herself purred, begging to be released.
“But we don’t even know each other. I can’t sleep with someone I don’t know.” Was she really even considering sleeping with him? They shouldn’t be having this discussion. Whatever happened to old-fashioned dating? Kat almost laughed. She couldn’t picture Tristan dating or doing anything so normal. He didn’t look normal, didn’t act normal, was the farthest thing from normal.
Tristan cupped her cheek and leaned down to whisper in her ear. “If that’s all it takes, then let’s get to know each other.” He dropped his hands to his waist, lifting his sweater to unhook his belt and slide it out from the loops.
“What are you doing?”
“You can use
