Page 96 of Lunar Desires
Delicious heat raced in my veins, my heartbeat a melody spurring me into a kiss.
I joined my lips to his, needing nothing more than his warmth and his touch right now. He kissed me back with tender yet hungry fervor, his tongue slipping into my mouth.
Yum.
His hand slid to the back of my head, fingers threading through my hair.
Talking could wait. This day needed a joyful ending.
No more giving my anxiety extra rope to strangle me with.
Bring the good stuff.
Hard.
I broke the kiss, my lips buzzing. “I…” I couldn’t get the words out.
He ran his fingers through my hair. “What’s wrong?”
“I…” God, his voice was always enough to destroy my reason. “Are you too tired?”
He smirked, running his little finger along my jawline. “For what?”
My cheeks heated. “You know…” I giggled with a wriggle of my eyebrows.
He brushed his nose against mine. “I’m not sure. You’ll have to use your words.” He threw me the cheekiest of winks.
Ah, so he wanted to play games? Fine.
I slid off the bed, heading for my underwear drawer.
“What are you doing?” he questioned, the richness of his voice making my balls say howdy.
God, I was so hard, my cock aching with need.
“You just wait there,” I instructed, taking out a pair of pink boxers.
“What are you up to, sexypie?”
No one had ever given me a nickname before. And it sounded so, well, scrumptious on his tongue.
Talk about putting a massive spring in my step. Just call me TiggerfromWinnie the Pooh.
Without answering, I slipped into the bathroom, bursting with horniness and confidence. The latter wasn’t a common trait in me, especially when it came to my physical appearance. But with one word, he’d given me courage to do this. Yeah, I’d been naked with him before, but it didn’t stop my body dysmorphia rocking the boat.
Tonight, Drake steadied the waters.
I removed my PJs, pulling on my underwear. I’d bought them for the slogan, and now I’d finally get to test them out on a set of hungry eyes.
Hungry eyes for me.
Fixing my hair a little, my skin flushed with the yummy kind of heat, I stepped back into the bedroom.
Drake sat on his knees, watching me with a bulge in his black sweatpants. I paused, taking in his muscular arms, how theblack tee clung to him so perfectly. A teasing fabric, hiding his splendor.
Oh, you’ll be so gone soon, you pesky piece of cotton!
Chapter 28
