Page 31 of Thunder with a Chance of Lovestruck
“Your brother and uncle don’t like me.”
“You’re growing on Henry,” she countered, notably leaving Nile off.
Drest inhaled deeply, his hips jerking just enough to leave his erection pressing against her backside.
She tensed.
“I’m too old for you,” he said, hating that fact most of all.
“I don’t care,” returned Rachael.
“If we’re caught doing this, the people in charge will separate us—probably for good,” he warned, needing her to understand the severity of the pull they shared.
She took his arm and slid it around her waist as they remained between the rows of wine racks. “Drest.”
“Yes, hon?” His lips skimmed her ear as his hips jerked again.
“I don’t think I want to be away from you,” she said, her voice barely there. She twisted slightly, and the moment her large dark eyes began searching his face, Drest let go of whatever small thread of willpower he’d been clinging to.
With a surge of adrenaline, he yanked her up as he stood and then turned her, pressing her back to the rack of wine nearest them. He jerked her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. “I don’t think you understand what you’re agreeing to.”
“I do,” she said, her breathing harsh.
He rubbed against her. “If you were smart, you’d run far and fast from me.”
“I know,” she responded, her breasts heaving up and down against him.
“I’m no good for you.”
Defiance showed on her face. “I’m tired of men deciding what is and isn’t good for me.”
“If you could read my thoughts and know exactly what I want to do to you right now, you’d see just how not good for you I am,” Drest stressed.
“Since I can’t read minds, I guess you’re going to need to show me what is on your mind,” she said, her sultry voice leaving him growling lightly.
He put his mouth closer to hers. “I want to lick you from head to toe.”
Her lips pulled into a full smile. “How funny. I was thinking the same thing about you.”
Drest gave in, slanting his mouth over hers in a possessive manner. As her lips parted, he plunged his tongue into her mouth eagerly. He crowded her body, loving the feel of her pressed against him. He was so close to finishing before he even started that he was downright ashamed.
Rachael went for the buttons on his shirt, and Drest smiled against her lips. She caught his bottom lip between her teeth and sucked gently, causing his entire body to respond.
He cupped her face and ground against her. “Mmm, woman.”
She managed to get his shirt undone fully and then splayed her hands over his torso.
Drest slid his hands down her body to her hips before laying siege to her mouth. He kissed her as if he might never get the chance again. He slid his hand around to her backside, cupping it before yanking her midsection harder against his. He stilled, nearly hitting his zenith without actually being in her.
She whimpered against his mouth and then dragged her nails down his torso lightly. The sensation nearly did him in.
He caught her wrists and lifted her hands above her head. Not because she’d harmed him. The bite of pain had felt amazing. He took control of her hands for fear he really would finish if she kept touching him.
“Drest,” she whispered, going for his lips.
He drew his face back, just out of her reach, leaving her whimpering again. The edges of his mouth drew up slightly. “Give me a second, hon.”
Her brows met. “Why? I want you now.”
