We sink a little closer; the pull to kiss her…it’s right there.
I want it.
She pops up and presses her mouth to mine. I’m frozen even as heat tears through me. Her mouth lingers, teeth catching and biting softly on my lip before I’m moving.
I kiss her back, every movement drawn out and intense as I coax her mouth open and finally get my first real taste of her.
Fuck, I lean in harder, cupping the back of her head and tilting her for better access.
Sweet chocolate and cream fills my senses.
Desire beats its way through my veins like a sickness.
There’s no fighting it back.
This is fueled by years of care and closeness. By history and new feelings.
Nothing terrifies me more than having this twist on me. My heart is at risk now that I finally am willing to admit what I want.
Drew. I want Drew.
Her touch spreads across my throat, catching on the open collar of my shirt. Something so small, and my body is raging in response.
Fingertips trail down the front of my shirt, pressing against my body, and every part of me takes notice.
My mouth falls away from hers, and I’m panting. “What are we doing?”
“I think it’s pretty clear what we’re doing.” She retreats and pulls her shirt over her head to expose the skimpy bra barely covering her and all that smooth skin.
Fuck. Saliva pools in my mouth with the desire to taste every inch of her.
I reel in my common sense. “Isn’t this too fast?”
Fuck, she’s tugging at my belt buckle.
“I’ve been dreaming about this for years.” Her words slay me.
But no, it’s not right. It’s too fast.
“Stop, Drew.” I grab her hands and pull back to look at her. “Rushing into things is what got you in trouble to begin with.”
I watch her eyes shutter, and she yanks her hands from my grip, pushing me away.
I nearly topple backward into the coffee table as she stands and shoves her shirt back on.
“Go fuck yourself, Gabe.” She grabs her coat and storms out without putting it on, the door slamming behind her like a slap to the face.
Groaning, I fall into the couch and wipe my hand down my face. That could have gone better.
14
DREW
I’m avoiding Gabe. And Adam. So I’m out in the barn workshop with Greyson this morning, painting the details on props for Santa’s Workshop. I haven’t said more than hello to him, but with the sawing and hammering it doesn’t seem so bad.
Not that awkward.
Greyson convinced me not to make individual elf workbenches as props and instead paint a background with them to go behind the workbench we’ll stack toys on for Santa to give out to the kids.
