Page 57 of One Last Wish

“I feel like such an idiot,” I muttered, starting to walk away. Charlie was still squirming on the ground where he fucking belonged. My apartment was only a few blocks away, but Darce followed me anyway. It seemed he was making sure I got home safe.

“I did try and warn you.”

“How did you know he was an asshole, anyway?” I frowned, turning to look at him.Reallylook at him. Without his coat, Darce was in black trousers and a fitted, long sleeve, grey shirt. The bottom of his tattoo was poking out of his cuffs. His hair was an unruly mess, and his face...it was heavenly.He took my breath away.

“I’m good at reading people,” he shrugged, not taking his eyes off me. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“My ego is a little bruised, but I’ll live.”

“Yourego?”

“I thought you had left. Where were you in the club?” I suddenly wondered, realising I hadn’t seen him for hours.

“I was around. Stop avoiding the question. Why was your ego bruised?”

“Oh, because youneveravoid questions?” I was arguing with him again, but I’d take this over another man’s lips and hands on me any day. That much I knew was true. This sexual desire I had...Darce was theonlyperson that could satisfy it. Myneed, myinfatuation, myfantasies:Darce was the inspiration forallof them.

“Holy E...Alora,answerthe question!” Oh, I hadreallygotten to him. We were outside my apartment now. I didn’t have to answeranything.“Don’t youdarethink about going inside and not telling me.”

“Goodnight.” I smiled sweetly, handing him back his coat.

Rage burned deep in his eyes, but there was something else—something half crazed and maddening—blistering to the surface.

“Damn it!” In an instant, Darce dropped his coat, pinned me against the wall, and crashed his lips urgently against mine.

Chapter Sixteen

Darce waskissing me, and it was better than I’d ever dreamt of.

His lips moved urgently in time with mine. I’d tried to wrap my arms around his neck, but he’d pinned them above my head. Clearly, I still wasn’t allowed to touch him. Every sweep of his tongue against mine ignited something deep inside me. I couldn’t get enough of his taste, his scent. It reminded me of the mountains on a cold rainy day. It was intoxicating. I was ready to combust and this was only a kiss.

While one hand held me in place, Darce cupped my chin with the other and kissed me with more force. My body was heating up. Coils inside me began to convulse at the mere touch of his hand against my face.

Once we were both breathless, our lips parted. Darce kissed my forehead before moving away slightly. Our bodies were still touching, but he’d released my arms from above my head.

“I thought Charlie would help me forget you,” I admitted sheepishly, looking up at him through my lashes.

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