Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

I smile, kissing her mouth again and again, over and over. “I was
wondering…” More kisses. “If you’d noticed that.”
“I didn’t say it back.”
I stop, now reminded myself. I search her eyes, hoping she says it but
almost wishing she doesn’t speak at all. I just want a few more minutes with
her if she’s about to walk away.
“I didn’t want you to know that you could break my heart.” Her brown
eyes, behind beautiful smoky eye makeup, glisten. “I didn’t want Clay
Collins to ever know that…”
She pauses, the eyes and whispers around us, my family in the audience,
and Wentworth’s booming voice on stage not nearly as loud as my heart.
“That she has always broken my heart,” she tells me. “I love you.”
My chest swells.
“I’ve only ever loved you.” Her breath warms me from head to toe, and
I’ve never felt happier. “My heart is yours,” she says. “Shred it, burn it, I
don’t care. I want every minute I can get.”
Yes.
I laugh, smile, and dive in, lost in her mouth for I don’t know how long
until we’ve lost control, and I’ve fallen into the wall, her body pressed to
mine.
“Lipsticks!” Krisjen chides, coming over.
I pull away, cleaning her mouth as she cleans mine, and I’m dizzy. She
takes the lipstick from Krisjen and tries to reapply mine, but I can’t stand it. I
take her face in my hands, needing another dose.
“I’m never letting you go,” I whisper in her ear.
But she meets my eyes, something wicked in hers. “I kind of hope you
try.”
What?
“You spent years torturing me,” she points out, pushing me into the wall
and jerking her body into mine. “I might like returning the favor if you ever
try to keep this from me again.”
I groan as she grips my body and her warmth seeps through my clothes.
Please, God, take me to a car now. Jesus.
She hands everything back to Krisjen and looks at me. “So, you ready for
this?”
To be with her wherever and whenever I want? “Hell yes.”
She nods. “Then let’s make a scene.”