Page 124 of Overdue I Love You's
Dean curves me to his side.
The night sky beams with hues of dark blue.
Crowded with candles and lanterns, Rotenboden shines bright.
Dean’s warm breath grazes my cheek. “What’s the protocol, lovebird?”
I swallow hard. “We write a wish, light it up, and let it go.”
“Hm,” he mumbles. “And if it’s already coming true?”
I turn my head to look at him.He doesn’t mean…
My heart jumps.
Our faces are mere centimetres apart. His lips are one word away from touching mine. His eyes glimmer with wanton desire and more emotion than I’ve felt in my whole life.
My lips part.
Those illuminating greens darken as Dean watches my tongue wet my bottom lip and doesn’t look away. His throat constricts, his jaw tenses and untenses.
My chest brushes his side.
When Dean takes in a sharp breath, his voice drops to a husky murmur. “If I kissed you, would you stop me?”
And because I’m Nova Rivera, youngest, bratty sister of two olderones. I’ve learned to never let men have it easy.
Deliberately—teasingly, I press my lips below Dean’s mouth. “Make it your wish and see for yourself.”No,I wouldn’t.
Well, maybe I am the type to give in easily but again? I’ve been thinking about his mouth. Specifically how it works, what it could do with me, and definitelytome.
My inner girlie pop is applying lip gloss, legs crossed, telling me that Dean Vuk knows how to work his mouth in ways I can’t stop myself against.
He shuts his eyes. Placing a physical restraint between us. When he opens them, his head tilted back. Dean gazes at me through darkened, lower lashes.
Consider me seduced.
Dignity be damned.
Dean works his throat. “You’re evil, Nova Rivera.”
My name on his lips grinds against my ribs.
When I think he’ll kiss me and test the dangerous waters I’m gladly drowning in, he moves to whisper in my ear. “I’m going to enjoy kissing the wickedness out of you.”
I cover my gasp with a deep, foreign sound. Pressing my forehead to his, “How are you sure I’ll let you kiss me?”
“Because I know,” Dean cups my cheek.
Desire explodes in his green orbs.
“The second I press my lips to yours, I won’t be able to resist you. And Nova,” his nose brushes mine. “If you wanted me to think you didn’t want me, you should stop pressing those pretty thighs together.”I give up.
“Dean,” I whimper, his name in pure anguish. My head falls against his chest.
“Not yet.” He presses a rough kiss to the top of my head. “Nowwrite down your wish.”
My fingers tremble as I fist the material of his shirt. “I want you, Dean.” It comes out small and a part of me hopes he doesn’t hear it.
