Lines Drawn (Drawn to You #2) - Ker Dukey Page 0,60
that.”
“You are wanted. Don’t ever think you’re not.”
“I want someone to not hurt me when I give them my heart and trust. Don’t I deserve at least that?”
“You deserve it. God, you deserve it more than anyone has ever deserved something. Do you even realise how special you are?”
“You think I’m special?”
“I know you are.”
“Why are you here, Gav?”
The air is warming and my belly is swimming.
“You asked me to bring you home.”
“And you have.”
“Do you want me to leave?” he asks, putting down his glass.
There’s a pulse in the room condensing the air, making our breathing heavy.
“I really don’t want you to leave.”
“I’m not going to lie, Antonia. My thoughts are dangerous right now.”
“Why?”
“Because there’s nothing innocent or friendly about them.”
“Do you want to kiss me?”
Did I really just say that?
“If I did, you’d know all the impure thoughts I have of you.”
Oh God.
“In just one kiss?”
His jaw tightens and his eyes strip right through me. “It would be a kiss like you’ve never had before, or I’ve ever given before.”
My thighs tighten as the need builds. I’ve drunk too much and it’s been such an emotional evening.
“We can’t.” I shake my head but there’s no conviction in my tone. It’s more of a dare.
“I’m sick of people telling me what I can and can’t have, aren’t you?”
“So… you’ve thought about kissing me?” I pry, pushing this chemistry we’re creating.
“Fuck, I don’t think about it fleetingly. It lives there, a seed planted and root deep, but I knew there was never a chance in hell you’d be with me.”
He’s thought about us being an us? Wait, why wouldn’t there be a chance in hell?
“Why?”
He thinks I see him how others do. He couldn’t be more wrong.
“Because I’m not worthy of someone with a soul like yours.”
Rubbish.
My mind races with possibility. Can we just have tonight and not worry about anything else?
He’s been everything I’ve needed, and all that time he’s never felt worthy of me? That saddens me.
He has no clue that he’s under my skin, pushing the pain through the pores, bleeding them out.
I march across the room and leap into his arms that catch me and pull me to him. Our lips crash together in a frenzy.
It’s rushed, heavy, and manic, but so damn good it leaves me dizzy and feeling drunk on more than just the wine.
He tears himself from my lips, making me whimper. “Antonia, fuck. Are you sure about this?”
“I’m not sure about anything anymore but I want it, if that helps.”
“Say it again.”
“I want it. Give it to me.”
His tongue battles with mine as our hands tug at each other’s hair. The door is unlocked and anyone can walk in here, but the need outweighs the risk and I’m aching so badly to feel this, to feel wanted.
Knocking the straps on my dress down, his eyes trace over my exposed skin with wonder.
“You’re so damn beautiful.”
“I don’t need sweet talk,” I breathe, pushing my lips back to his.
“It’s not sweet talk, it’s real talk.” He groans between kisses. “I want to make you scream.”
“I’d be disappointed if you didn’t.”
I push him down on the couch and lift my dress over my head, dropping it to the floor.
THIS IS HAPPENING AND I can’t quite believe it’s reality. I’ve fallen asleep and I’m dreaming again. She pushes me down and slips her dress from her body.
Her scent bursts over me and her body becomes exposed. Her tits jiggle with her movements and I nearly come all over the place.
She’s so perfect. More than perfect. She’s Antonia.
Forbidden and too damn good for me, but damn, if I don’t want to be worthy of her body, her touch, her love.
I’ve never felt this scared before. I feel like a virgin all of a sudden. I can’t stop the uncontrollable bliss that’s electrifying through my body, and yet fear that it’s just a rebound one-night thing torments my thoughts.
Her hands reach for my buckle and I can see the heat burning in her eyes.
She’s desperate for release and wants to get straight to it but I may never get another chance with her when she wakes up and realizes who I am and what she’s done.
I should stop this, stop her from making a mistake, but what if she seeks out the release with someone else? Some asshole at a bar that won’t realize the prize he holds in his grasp. Fuck, no.
But what if it ruins everything between us because she’ll feel ashamed?
“What are you thinking?” she