Page 94 of Lunar Diamonds
“In a few minutes.” He went from his knees to his arse, stretching his legs out before him, hunching forward. “That was intense.”
I kept my hand on him. “You shouldn’t charge into situations like that.”
Drake tilted his head up, showing me the full force of his handsome face. “I thought you were in trouble.” His brows pinched together.
And you came rushing in like my knight in shining armor?“That was…” What? Cute? Admirable? I failed to get the words up for him.
“As long as you’re alright,” he said, beads of sweat dripping from his brow. “Who needs a sauna.”
The urge to hug him made my fingers twitch. “Yeah.”
He looked away. “Cold shower for me. Stat.”
My hand slid down his damp tee. White, fresh on this morning thanks to Alice. It hugged his muscles, showing off his tight chest.
My fingers reached the middle of his spine. “Thanks.”
I felt the ridges of his spine, the cotton a thin barrier between my skin and his.
Those dark eyes drilled into me. “You’re welcome.” He licked his lips, drawing me in, his sweat-laced minty scent overpowering my senses.
“I… I…” I didn’t want to look away. Ever.
Drake’s hand found the back of my neck, his touch so hot and delicious. I went to my knees, leaning into it, confused, intrigued, and getting harder by the second.
“What… What are you doing?” And what wasIdoing twisting my body like this, granting him access to kiss me.
“Amplified desires,” he purred, licking those luscious lips again. “I wanted to do this back at Glitter Fox.”
He desired me?
“Do what?” I asked, hoping to hear the answer I wanted.
“I want you.” His hot breath washed over me as he closed in. “I want to know what you taste like so badly.”
Correct answer.
“Drake…” His name was the only word I could manage. My heart fluttered like a nervous hummingbird, unable to reason myself out of this magnified lust.
I cupped his face, losing myself to the moment. He nuzzled my palm, his stubble an enchanting scratch against my skin.
“Kiss me,” I whispered.
“Can I?”
“You started this.”
Gently, he dug his fingers into my neck. “Riley…”
Our lips collided, a million sparks going off as flesh met flesh. He kept hold of my neck, his other hand on my thigh. I crushed myself harder into him, my fingers sliding into his sweaty hair, his body temperature bleeding into mine.
He moaned into my mouth, his tongue bumping mine. The kiss grew wetter, hungrier, the kind of lip action to change a life.
He tasted so good. A candy cane dipped in vodka, his lips designed to be on mine. The perfect fit, every single cell aligned to create an exquisite kiss.
If I were standing, my foot would pop like they did in movie kisses.
We didn’t come up for air, luxuriating in the sensation, my body growing hotter. I wanted these clothes off me, to feel more of his skin on mine.
