Page 95 of The Stolen Princess
But that’s how Myka was. She felt everything in extremes. A few days ago, she had hated him with everything inside of her, and now...well, now she couldn’t chase Drake out of her mind and her heart even if she wanted to.
And on top of all of that, he had tied her pink scarf around his arm again like a badge he wore to signify his feelings for her.
It was adorable and too much for her little heart to handle.
“I think I’m going to call it a night,” Drake said, standing.
Myka jolted her head to him, and her mouth went dry. It was the moment she’d been anticipating all day.
Alone time.
Her heart quickened to a level that exercise enthusiasts would be proud of. She doubted it would ever return back to its resting heart rate again.
Drake raised his eyebrows at her. “Myka? Are you ready?”
She swallowed.
Her eyes were probably as wide as an owl’s as she stared back at him. “Ready for what?”
Drake’s lips twitched. “For bed.”
She swallowed again.
Was she ready for bed?
The amusement beaming out from his dancing eyes added another level to his attractiveness.
She nodded and stood, following after him.
“You can go to the bathroom first,” he said loudly as if she were hard of hearing.
She was about to remind him that she had just gone before dinner and that he was an idiot for not remembering when he turned over his shoulder, giving her the most smoldering look she had ever seen. Even the most inexperienced girl such as herself could recognize what that look meant.
An explosion of heat went off inside of her.
“Yes, I need to go to the bathroom,” she said loudly for the men still sitting around the fire.
They walked side by side, and the moment they were far enough away, Drake grabbed her hand. Myka would’ve thought the second or the third handhold wouldn’t have affected her, but his warm fingers were sending fireworks through her body that couldn’t be ignored.
Drake turned around and looked at her. His burning gaze stole her breath. He pulled her through the trees, walking backward with so much sexy confidence she nearly died.
“I have a plan,” he said.
“I can see that,” she breathed out.
His eyes darted behind her to camp then back to hers. Slowly, he pulled her to a tree.
“You see,” he said, stepping toward her, making her step back so that she was against the tree. His free hand went to her waist, pulling her body toward his. “I made this rule that the second we get inside the shack, I can’t touch you.”
“That sounds like a terrible rule,” she said, and frankly, she was surprised she had gotten any words out with the way her stomach was somersaulting out of control.
“But it’s a necessary rule,” his voice was raspy.
“I don’t even follow rules,” she whispered.
His lips curled upward. “I know.” His gaze settled on her lips, then pulled back up to her eyes. “Would you ever consider kissing your kidnapper?”
Myka wanted to kiss Drake Vestry more than she had ever wanted anything else in her life, but she played it cool.
