Page 46 of Lost Touch
I had to shake myself out of it before he lost the plot and bent me over the sink when we had barely enough time to get to the restaurant by seven.
“Thanks,” I said, forcing myself to smile and even make it look kind of genuine. “I’m glad I won’t embarrass you. But you should probably finish my tie so we won’t be late.”
“Don’t particularly care if we’re late,” Drew growled into my throat. But he sighed, lifted his head after one last nibble, and made short work of the rest of the knot. “There. You look incredible. And we should get going before I really do make us late.”
I followed him down the stairs, wishing we could strip the tuxes off again and be so late we missed dinner completely.
***
Drew pulled up in front of a glitzy restaurant in downtown Boise with a screech of tires and a deep growl from his sports car’s powerful engine.
I slumped back in my seat, breathing hard. Turned out I could still get nauseated, lucky me. And at least fearing for my life at every bend in the road had distracted me from what I had waiting for me if I survived until dinner.
“You okay?” Drew asked.
I turned my head, swallowing hard. Good to know he hadsomeflaws—his driving had just made the top of the list—but sitting there in his tux, all five o’clock shadow and tailored suit and concern for me in his gorgeous eyes…well, I couldn’t think of another offhand.
“I can do this,” I said, with more optimism than confidence.
“I know you can, baby.”
He swooped in and kissed me so quickly I couldn’t even process it, his lips pressed to mine for only a second before he lunged away again, hands flexing and eyes glowing.
“Sorry,” he gasped. “Fuck. Sorry. I know that’s not something we—I should’ve asked.”
Asked?Laughter bubbled up in my chest, irresistible, and I choked and coughed, waving off his concerned frown.
He’d spent more time with his cock inside me than not for most of a week. And he thought he should haveaskedbefore he kissed me?
“I told you you could do anything. That includes kissing me. If you want to?” I couldn’t quite believe that he did. “Besides, won’t they all expect us to kiss? If we’re newly mated, and everything?”
The gleam in his dark eyes didn’t owe much to his alpha glow as he leaned back in slowly, wrapping his hand around the nape of my neck.
“True that,” he said softly. “Better practice a little more before we go inside, then.”
God, I wished I could appreciate the way he brushed his mouth over mine, so gently, before teasing my lips apart with his tongue. The way he nibbled at my lower lip and then slipped inside, stroking my tongue with his, learning all the contours of my mouth.
He had a deep-red flush on his cheeks when he finally pulled back, and he couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from my lips.
“There,” he said. “Now you look so fucking ravishable I want to fuck you in the back of the car.”
I blinked, shook my head to try to clear it a bit—yeah, probably not happening, I’d be as dazed as I probably looked when we walked into the restaurant, fuck my life—and shot a glance over my shoulder at the two valets on the sidewalk, both of them trying and failing not to seem like they’d been staring at us.
“I don’t think we’d fit in the back of your car.” Because that was why I shouldn’t crawl back there and spread my legs, obviously.
“Probably not,” Drew said with regret. “Fuck it. You ready for this?”
“No.”
He smiled at me, reaching out to stroke my cheek, running his thumb over my lips. “Me neither. But we’ll be together. Come on.”
And with that, he opened his car door and stepped out to face the music, a valet popping my door open a second later.
The inside of the restaurant had more glittery-gilt vases, unnecessary column-things, and shiny tile than a magpie would’ve thought was tasteful, and I wished I’d been cool enough to be wearing sunglasses at night. As I blinked away some of the glare, Alyssa appeared out of nowhere, looking around her shiftily.
“You’re late!” she hissed. “What the hell, Drew?” Her eyes flicked to me. “Hey, Ash. Glad you could make it.”
She did not sound glad.
