Holly Sinclair was stunned.
She instinctively tried to push him away.
But the man wrapped one arm tightly around her slender waist while his other hand firmly cupped the back of her head.
He forcefully imprisoned her in his embrace.
Holly couldn't move.
Their lips brushed together, their breaths mingling.
The moment his lips met hers, Tristan Sterling was just as stunned.
He didn't know why he'd lost control of his emotions like this.
It was just that when the fireworks burst in the sky, her face, illuminated by the brilliant light, looked exceptionally beautiful.
She was even more dazzling than the vibrant fireworks.
Gazing at her flawless profile, he forgot his fear of heights and couldn't help but kiss her.
Her lips were soft and sweet, like a poppy with a fatal allure—once touched, impossible to leave.
Her startled gasp gave him an opening. He slipped past her lips and entangled his tongue with hers.
He kissed her with wild abandon.
