Drake
“WOW, SIANNA, YOU LOOKstunning. I told you it would suit you.”
I lifted my head at Kyra’s soft compliment, my gaze falling to Sia at her side. The breath stalled in my throat. Fate was definitely intent on fucking with my control. My eyes took on a life of their own, refusing to look away, basking in her beauty. Who could blame me? Her mid-thigh dress with a laced halter-neck bodice, similar to the color she’d worn to our date, had me wishing she were at our Christmas Eve dinner as my other half and not my daughter-in-law.
Rayden entered the room behind her and slipped his arms around her waist. I turned back to the group of men I chatted to, trying hard not to look over my shoulder until Angela walked in.
“Hey, sweetheart,” she greeted Kyra. Turning slightly, I glanced in that direction.
“Mama, what are you doing here?” Kyra’s frankness never ceased to amaze me. “Who invited you?” Angela stiffened and darted me a derisive smirk. I covered my smile with my whiskey glass as Angela yanked Rayden away from Sianna for a hug. I shook my head. The woman’s uncouth behavior was despicable.
“You’re still here, Sianna,” Angela taunted. “Thought you would’ve gone back to the people you normally associate with.”
“You’re right. I’m sure the atmosphere would’ve been way more palatable given our latest arrival,” Sianna’s smile remained unchanged despite her smooth response, earning a dropped jaw from Angela. I grinned.
Angela huffed out an indignant snort before her next statement carried across the room. “Kyra, isn’t Sianna wearing the dress I bought for you?”
My daughter, aware of her mother’s panache for drama, replied dryly, “No, mama, that’s the dress dad bought for me. I returned your one.”
Rayden burst out laughing, making Angela scowl harder. My shoulders shook with laughter when she tossed that glare my way, then turned and stalked off toward my father. Over the next fifteen minutes, it took an effort to keep my gaze from straying toward Sia. I watched as Rayden introduced her to our guests, mostly friends and neighbors. Following her fainting spell three days ago, I was concerned my request had been the cause, and I kept my distance, waiting to see if she’d come to me, however, with each passing minute since it was damn near painful to breathe whenever I looked at her.
Now, she stood across the room, talking to my mother and her friend. As though she sensed my gaze, her head lifted. She glanced at me, her pink lips parted in a sensual smile. I could’ve sworn my heart skipped a beat. Her hair's up-style not only added elegance to her look but emphasized the long arch of her neck and had me salivating to taste the smooth skin there. When she said something to my mother and left the room, I knew I was asking for trouble the second I followed her. I didn’t care. She headed for the kitchen when I caught up with her and pulled her into my father’s relic museum.
“Drake,” she gasped. “What are you doing?” I had her up against a wall, my hands on either side caging her in.
I ran an appreciative gaze the length of her body. “You’re one distractingly beautiful woman, Sia.” I leaned in, so close, our exhales infused. “You owe me an answer.” I ran a hand down her bare arm and was rewarded with a shiver.
“Drake, please, you have a house full of guests.” Her eyes dropped to my chest, hinting at her evasion.
“I can be patient, princess, but I am a man too.” I brushed my lips lightly over hers. Her gaze met mine. “Since we spoke, I’ve been going out of mind thinking about what you’d let me do to this sinful body of yours.” Her eyes darkened. “Tell me you haven’t been thinking about it too?” She hesitated for just a beat before nodding. “Say it, princess.”
She gulped. “I-I’ve been thinking about you touching me.”
“What did you imagine me doing?”
“I-I...” Her throat worked another swallow.
I ran a finger over her lips, loving the textured feeling against my skin, before tracing a line over her chin and down her chest between her breasts. “Touching you here?” My gaze on her, I circled a lazy pattern over one breast, tapering in close to the hardening peak. Her breathing sped up. “Or here?” I rolled my finger over the tightened bud, pinching lightly. She shuddered. I moved my hand away, and she moaned. “Maybe here.” I brushed my lips over hers again, running a hand up the inside of her thigh. I feathered my fingers further up, bunching the dress until I reached the heated mound between her thighs. “Here, princess.” I rolled a finger over the lace panty, applying slight pressure to tease her slit.
“Prince,” she whimpered.
I rubbed her clit, taunting the sensitive bundle through the material. She gripped my forearm, closing her eyes. “Do you want me to stop?” Her bottom lip between her teeth, she shook her head. “Open your eyes, princess.” She did. “Kiss me.” She shook her head. I pressed down on her clit and her hips bucked. “You don’t want me?”
