Total pages in book: 171
Estimated words: 164459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 822(@200wpm)___ 658(@250wpm)___ 548(@300wpm)
I wince, just thinking of the bruise at the top of my thigh.
“Hey. You okay?” Drake looks back. I didn’t realize I’ve slowed my walk down.
I look up at him, nodding. “Yeah, yeah. I’m fine.”
“You don’t look okay.” He meets up to me, looking me over with sincerity running deep in his eyes.”
“I was just thinking…”
“About?”
“Song lyrics and stuff…”
His eyebrows shift up. “Really?”
“Yeah. I tend to do that a lot.”
“Are they negative or positive?”
“Positive,” I laugh.
Drake’s face is content. The rippling blue water surrounds us. He stands with his arms at his sides, his eyes fixed on me, and I don’t know what it is about his stance, but it really gets my body going.
His shoulders are so broad, his jaw so cut. His hair looks so silky, and those arms of his are big enough to wrap me up and never let go.
I feel heat sliding down to my core, and in this moment, all I want to do is climb into his arms and take him. Right here. Right now. I want to forget about everything and remember what it was like when it was just us…
In his truck.
In my bedroom late at night.
I look over Drake’s shoulder and Kylie and Oscar have stopped to… well, you guessed it. Make out.
Drake looks over his shoulder at them, huffing a laugh. He then puts his focus on me again. He comes my way and grabs my hand. He squeezes it tight before bringing it up to his lips.
“Thank you for giving me another chance, Jenny.”
“I’m trusting you.”
He looks around, his brows dipping a bit. “Are sharks your thing?” he asks, as one passes by.
I laugh. “They are interesting creatures. I have no problem with them.”
He turns me to face the glass, and a large tiger shark swims by. It moves fluidly and looks strong, swimming with utter grace.
“Sharks are my favorite animal.”
“Yeah?” I quirk a brow. “Why?”
“I don’t know. I’ve always loved them. They’re… majestic. They know what they want and when they want it. They only attack when they feel threatened, but they protect themselves at all costs. They are independent animals. They intimidate people at first sight, when really there’s not much to fear but the bite. Fierce at times, yet calm during most.” He looks towards a white shark. “They remind me of myself.”
I look at the white shark, watching it swim above our heads, revealing its plump, white belly. Drake looks up with me, a shadow casting down on us.
“This is nice, Drake,” I whisper.
He lowers his line of sight to look at me. Turning to face me, he caps my shoulders and studies my eyes.
“I don’t want to see you like I did last night, Jenny. Alone. In your fucking pajamas, drinking scotch.”
I swallow the emotion down. He doesn’t dare pull his gaze away, but I do. He tilts my chin right back up, forcing my eyes on his again.
His lips come close. So close I can feel the heat of them. Everything around us is serene. The sharks that pass by are like quiet strangers. They are the crowd—the allies of Doomsday—waiting for us to seal this deal.
“I need to kiss you.” Drake’s voice is smoky and deep, and his eyes are still on mine. His hand still clutches my chin. “I have waited years to feel your lips on mine again. Years to have you next to me again. All I need is one right now.”
I study his pool of sparkling green eyes. They are serious. I could say no—pull away—but I won’t, because I’ve wanted to feel his lips on mine ever since I saw him last night.
So, I nod. And it’s with that nod that Drake smiles and wrenches me closer to his large body. His hands cup my face, tilting my chin even further, and when our mouths connect, something inside me awakens.
It’s like fireworks are exploding in the core of my chest, and my lips tingle so damn much from the warmth of his. His mouth is so soft on mine, so greedy, as he deepens the kiss. I seriously can’t help myself, and neither can he.
I let go of all of my problems in this moment, because anything outside of it doesn’t matter. My hands lock around the back of his neck and I bring him as close as possible, so close I can feel him breathing. His groin sinks into mine, and before I know it, my back is against the glass and his tongue is skimming through my parted lips.
He tastes so sweet—just like I remember. People walk by us and I can feel them staring, but I don’t care. I have wanted this for years now—Drake so close to me that I don’t know what to do with myself. I’ve wanted him hungry for my body—to die for a taste of me.