Page 62 of Reclaiming Izabel

“Drake…” I gulped. “You need to chill.”

“You’re telling me to chill…” The words rolled on his tongue as if he was testing their meaning.

“Well, yeah.” I laughed shakily.

“That asshole had his arms around what’s mine—” He took a step forward; I took a step back.

“He was concerned.”

“Concerned that I would hurt you?”

A step forward.

Another step back.

“Just generally…” my voice faltered.

“Apparently, he thinks he can take you away from me.” Drake’s arm shot out, caught my wrist, and yanked me against his chest. His eyes glinted with predatory hunger, making me squirm in a mixture of turned-on and annoyance. “Now why would he think that?”

“I don’t know.”

“What happened on that date?”

Annoyance won. I shoved him away.

He let me go easily.

After I’d put sufficient distance between us, I slapped my hands on my hips and glared. “You have no right to ask me what happened on that date.”

A dark brow shot up mockingly. “I don’t?”

His derision irked me more. “No. You do not. As far as I’m concerned, I was free and clear to date and kiss anyone I wanted to.”

“You kissed him?”

“You know I did.”

Drake erased the distance between us. He stood in front of me, toe-to-toe, but I didn’t quail, raising my head, chest heaving.

His eyes dropped to my breasts. I was wearing a scoop-neck sweater that revealed a lot of cleavage.

“Stop staring at my boobs!” I snapped.

Drake slowly raised his eyes, and their predatory glint morphed into heated appraisal. An answering heat bloomed between my legs.

Damn this man for arousing me without even trying.

His lids lowered a fraction. “Did he turn you on?”

“Not answering that.”

“Did he make you wet, baby?”

“Go fuck?—”

His lips crashed down on mine. Shoving up my skirt, he ripped away my panties. Excitement warred with indignation, but my heart raced as Drake swept me up and planted my bare ass on the cool wooden surface.

Dragging my lips from his, I snapped, “Not here!”

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