Page 36 of Misery and Ecstasy

I need her.

And I need hernow.

CHAPTER TWELVE

MCKINSEY

My blood thrums through my body in a way it never has before.

Even stronger than it did the other night when the image of Draven in my bed was still a fantasy. With each step he takes up my stairs with my legs wrapped tightly around him, that fantasy becomes closer to a reality. I should put a stop to this. It needs to end now, before we make a huge mistake that can’t be rectified.

We don’t even mean anything to one another.

When we’re halfway up the stairs, I intend to release my lips from his. But instead, I kick my shoes off. They hit the steps with a loud bang that echoes through my house.

When Draven reaches the top step, I tug his T-shirt out from where my legs have it pinned to his waist and pull it over his head, letting it fall to the ground in our wake. Running my hands over his inked biceps and pecs, I lose even more of what little self-control I have left.

I need to see him. The masterpiece of a body I’ve longed for for far too long.

Breaking the kiss, I pull back slightly as he continues walking us toward my bedroom. I see his pain mirrored in my stare. Only this pain isn’t the kind you feel when you’re sad or in mourning.

It’s the kind you feel when you’ve held back from your own baser desires for what feels like ages. So long that you snap and no longer have control over your body.

My eyes move from his down to his sculpted chest, my hands running over his muscular arms.

“You’re stunning.”

His steps falter slightly, his feet slowing down.

“You can’t say things like that to me.” His eyes close, and I mourn the loss of their perfect, golden warmth.

“Why?” I place my hand on his cheek, and his eyes fly open again. “It’s true. I won’t ever lie to you, Draven.”

It’s a careless admission. I have no idea where it came from, but it’s one I hope I never betray.

I pull his face back toward mine and rekindle our kiss. This propels him forward again, and in no time flat, he’s lowering me down onto my bed.

Lifting the hem of my T-shirt, he pulls it over my head. Standing straight, he towers over me, eyes burning as he takes in my heaving chest. In a moment of discomfort, I look away from his severe gaze, but he cups my chin and pulls my attention back to him.

“Tell me what you were thinking about… The other night, when I saw you in here.”

Shaking my head gently, I try to look away again. I can’t admit the truth to him.

“You just said you would never lie to me, Doc. So now’s your chance to prove it.”

“Call me McKinsey.”

“What were you thinking about, McKinsey?” His tongue darts out, and there’s a light in his eyes as though he likes the taste of my name on his lips.

His question comes out more like an order, sending a wave of pleasure straight to my core.

“You…” The word leaves my mouth with a cry, and Draven’s eyes pulse with desire.

He drops to his knees in front of me and wraps his arms around my torso. Bringing his lips to the mound of flesh at my breast, he sucks gently on the skin there. Feathering kisses toward the fabric of my bra, I feel his hands working to open the clasp at my back.

Making quick work of it, the bra falls limp against my chest before he tugs the straps free from my arms.

Cupping one of my breasts in his palm, he covers my nipple with his lips and flicks the bud with his tongue. The motion sends an electric flutter straight to my clit, a pleasure-filled moan ripping from me.

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