He sank back, staring into my eyes, holding me captive with his blue ones. His lips parted as if he were about to speak, but then he sealed his mouth shut.
Did I ruin everything?
I hoped not.
Tate interrupted our awkward moment by curling an arm around my waist, guiding me toward the house. “I’m starving. How about we eat, and then you’re the boss for the rest of the day?”
“Movie night?” I suggested since it was Friday and my tradition with Drake.
“Whatever you want, sis.”
I glanced at Drake and stuck out my tongue. “I get to pick the movie.”
Drake shook his head, smiling. “It’s not your turn, brat.”
“It’s my birthday, and I’ll pick the movie if I want to.”
He didn’t argue about that.
CHAPTER 12
OLIVIA
Afew minutes before midnight, we finished our fourth movie. An all-night marathon of action films. This was my weekly routine with Drake, and I liked the tradition. The only thing that had changed since last Friday was my age. And I planned on seizing the moment.
Tate rose from the couch, stretching his arms above his head. “I’m beat. My internal clock is ahead of you two. I’m going to bed.” He bent down to kiss my cheek. “Goodnight, Liv. Night, brother. Don’t stay up too late. We’re going running in the morning.”
Drake groaned. “Don’t remind me.”
“You need to stay in peak shape for the ladies.” He tapped Drake’s flat stomach. “You’re drinking too much.”
Drake rolled his eyes. “Go to bed, asshole.”
I stayed on the couch with Drake, watching Tate cross the room and enter the elevator. When the floor number above the doors said two, I moved across the couch, closing the distance between us.
I looked up at the digital clock on the wall. “It’s still my birthday for one more minute. You asked me earlier whether I got everything I wanted. But I didn’t.”
Drake let out a deep breath and closed his eyes. “Liv, your brother is home.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
He leaned his head back on a pillow and stared at the ceiling. “He would kill me. I promised to take care of you, not fuck you.”
I crawled onto his lap and straddled his thighs. “I’m not your ward anymore. I can make my own decisions now. And I want you, Drake.”
He lifted his head. “Is this what you really want?”
I nodded. “I think it’s what you want, too.”
Instead of denying me, he sealed my lips with a kiss, shoving his tongue into my mouth. He kissed me as if he wanted to brand my lips. Like he wanted everyone to know I belonged to him.
I threw my arms around his neck, rocking my hips into his growing erection. He grunted into my mouth, and I moaned into his, lost in the moment. For once, Drake wasn’t fighting me or trying to stop the pull between us. He clung to me, stealing the air from my lungs, worshiping me like a goddess.
When our lips finally separated, he stared into my eyes, his chest rising and falling faster. I peeled off my shirt and tossed it onto the floor. His gaze lingered on my breasts for a second, and then he was bending down to kiss my skin. He reached behind my back, his resolve fading, and unhooked my bra.
“I’ve thought about this for too fucking long.”
He held me in his arms and flicked his tongue over nipple, making the tiny bud even harder. A zing raced through my body. I wove my fingers through his dark hair, tugging at the ends, pulling him closer.
