Page 15 of Drift
Her lips parted—just the tiniest bit, but it killed me. She was still half lost in ecstasy, her chest rising fast and her beautiful skin flushed. I glided my thumb across her bottom lip, smearing the taste of her own heat there.
She looked up, pupils blown wide, eyes soft and wild all at once.
I was fucking gone.
My hand found her hip again, and I gripped hard enough to bruise, sealing our bodies together so she could feel what she did to me.
She gasped, and I bit back a groan when her fingers clutched my belt.
“You feel that?” My voice was low and rough as I rolled my pelvis, rocking the giant bulge in my pants against the sweet spot between her legs. “That’s what you do to me.”
Her fingers tugged so lightly I almost missed it.Almost. The line I’d been holding snapped clean.
I practically ripped my jeans open, the zipper loud in the quiet. My pulse pounded behind my eyes and throbbed in my cock. She shook her head, her gray eyes still cloudy like a storm. It wasn’t fear I saw in them, though. She was dazed and a little overwhelmed. So I kissed her again, slower and deeper, until her body melted against mine. Her hands rested on my chest, and her fingers dug into the fabric of my shirt like a lifeline.
Carefully, I freed my long, thick cock and?—
The song “Beat the Devil’s Tattoo” suddenly blared from her purse, making us both freeze as the sound sliced through the heat like a blade.
I knew that ringtone.Jax.
The world slammed back into focus, and I jerked back like I’d been burned. Instantly, I set Alanna on her feet, and my hands dropped to my sides. Dragging a breath through my teeth, I forced myself to fix her clothes—sliding the straps of her bra back over her shoulders, bending to retrieve her shirt and pulling it over her head. I avoided meeting her eyes, afraid that I wouldn’t be able to resist.
Her lips were swollen, her cheeks pink, and I could spot a little bite mark just below her chin. It would be gone by morning…and why the fuck did that bother me so much?
When I finally peeked at her gray orbs, they were glassy with what I’d just done to her. And all I could think was that I needed to do it again.
But the song kept playing, crashing over me like ice-cold waves.
I took a step back before I forgot why I shouldn’t, tucking myself back in and zipping up my jeans.
Alanna blinked up at me, confused, as though she was still trying to wrap her head around what was happening.
I backed toward the door, my chest heaving and my hands flexing like they didn’t know what to do without her.
The air between us still burned, and my heart slammed against my ribs hard enough to hurt.
She hadn’t moved, still pressed to the wall with her chest rising fast and her lips parted like she couldn’t quite catch her breath. Her shirt was crooked, her hair wild, and her skin flushed. She looked wrecked, beautiful, and mine.
Her scent clung to my skin, sweet and heavy. And the sound of her voice.Fuck, that broken little gasp when she came kept echoing in my head. I’d tasted her. Felt her fall apart on my hand. And I wanted more.So much more.
I wanted to grab her again, drag her back into me, and finish what we started.
Before I even realized I’d moved, I’d taken a step forward. She looked up, and that soft, dreamy look in her eyes nearly finished me. I was about to say fuck it. To take her mouth again and tear down whatever was left of the line I’d already crossed.
Then the phone rang again.
The same damn ringtone. Shattering the heavy silence.
The sound snapped what was left of the spell.
Reality came roaring back—Jax’s voice in my head, Alanna’s wide eyes, the weight of every reason I should have walked away before this started.
I dragged in a rough breath and backed up another step. My pulse still raced, my blood hot and my head a fucking mess.
She looked at me like she didn’t understand why I’d stopped. When I took yet another step back, disappointment flashed in her pretty, stormy eyes.
If that phone hadn’t gone off again, I would’ve taken what I wanted and ruined us both.
