Maybe Never (Maybe #2) Read Free Page A

his chest and my ass is pressed firmly against him. His arms wrap tightly around me, and we begin dancing again.  
    How could this get any better?  
    That’s when I feel his hot breath against my ear.  
    “You’re a good dancer.”  
    I feel my cheeks flush. “You, too.”  
    That’s when I feel his lips touch a place I’ve never been touched before—on my neck. I never imagined that place would feel so good, and it causes me to moan at the unexpected pleasure. My soft moan only encourages him further.  
    I glance around the dance floor as his kisses travel lower to my shoulder. I’m worried that someone is going to see us, but no one is watching.  
    He spins my back around, still holding me in his arms, and his typical wicked grin is on his face. This time, when he leans in, I expect him to kiss me on the lips not the cheek. I meet him halfway until our lips are pressed together.  
    I surprise myself by slipping my tongue into his mouth before he has the chance to do it to me. My hands automatically go around his neck as I lose myself in the kiss. His hands find my hips, holding me tightly against him, until I think I can feel his erection growing against me. An erection that I am causing with my kiss.  
    When he pulls away, just an inch from my lips, I’m panting hard. The kiss has stolen most of my breath from me.  
    He glances up at the house and then back at me. “Let’s go.”  
    I narrow my eyes. Go? We just got here.  
    He grabs my hand, and then he’s guiding me through the crowd of people and back into the house. I follow because I want to be with him, but I feel like I did something wrong if he already wants to go.  
    We walk back through the living room, and several guys he was talking to earlier wink at him as we walk by. I just smile at them, like I know what they are doing, but I don’t. I don’t know why they winked at Tristan.  
    We walk back to the entryway, and I expect him to lead us out of the house. He doesn’t. Instead, he leads me up the stairs of the house, up to where there are fewer people.  
    We pass closed door after closed door until he sees a door that is cracked open. Tristan peeks his head in and gives one look to someone inside the room. A young boy, who I’m guessing is closer to my age than Tristan’s, scurries out with who I assume is his date behind him.  
    Tristan leads me into the room where he immediately makes his intentions clear. He slams the door behind us and presses my back against it. His lips attack mine in a kiss that is more carnal and passionate than any kiss I’ve had before.  
    I smile and kiss him back. I was wrong. This kiss is better than the first kiss he gave me in the lobby of my father’s casino. This is the kiss I need to remember.  
    This kiss doesn’t stop though. It continues right into the next and then the next.  
    His hands travel over my stomach and to the bottom of my shirt. I suck in a breath but don’t stop him as his hand slides under my shirt. I break from his lips when his hand fondles my breast. It’s too much pleasure to feel both his kiss and his touch at the same time.  
    He doesn’t allow me much of a break though before his lips find mine again. My brain tries to take in everything, all of the senses flowing through my body, but it’s too much.  
    I push him back, needing a breather, as I realize what he brought me up here to do. Sex . He brought me here to have sex.
    Can I really go from having my first real kiss to having sex all in the same night?  
    Tristan’s not a stranger. I’ve known him my entire life. He’s got a bad-boy reputation of sleeping with girls and then leaving them. He wouldn’t do that to me though. I mean more to him than that.  
    I look at his lust-filled eyes that are locked on my breasts, and I know my answer. Yes, I will sleep with him. He won’t hurt me. And I want him just as much as he wants me.  
    I seductively remove my shirt. I don’t take my eyes off of him as