Page 53 of Thunder with a Chance of Lovestruck
Rachael’s palms came to Drest’s chest, and heat flared through him at her touch.
His ring heated as well, and he fought a grin, wrapping his arms around her fully and hugging her like he’d wanted to since the night he’d met her.
She opened her mouth to say something to him, but he didn’t let her get it out.
Instead, Drest kissed her, letting everything he felt for her control his actions. As she melted against him, her tongue greeting his, his heart soared. He kept kissing her and he slid his hands around her neck. With a skill he wasn’t aware he possessed, he artfully undid the necklace and slid it off her before drawing the kiss to an end.
He lifted her hands and put the necklace in them.
She gasped, seeming surprised it was off her. “Drest?”
He closed her hands over it. “You either agree to give this back to him and end things with him, or I give it back to him. Little hint, if I give it back, I’m cramming it up his—”
“Drest!”
He plucked it from her hands and put it in his front pocket. “Come to think of it, I’d much rather give it back to him.”
ChapterEighteen
Rachael
I madea move to retrieve the necklace from Drest’s pocket only to have him catch my hand and hold it near his groin. My eyes widened. “People can see us.”
He lowered his head, his lips near mine. “I know. Imagine what they’re going to think when I unzip.”
I gasped.
He grinned and kissed the tip of my nose.
“Give me back the necklace,” I said firmly.
He shook his head. “Nope.”
I scowled. “Drest, be reasonable. You can’t expect me to break things off with Robin just because you’ve had a change of heart.”
“As point of fact,” he said, the slightest of accents coming from him, reminding me that he was far, far older than he looked, “I didn’t have a change of heart so much as I pulled my head out of my ass.”
“Call it whatever you want, just give me the necklace back,” I said through clenched teeth, my hand still pressed to his groin.
He rubbed our joined hands back and forth over the front of him, leaving no doubt in my mind that he liked it. The proof was under my hand.
“Drest.”
He offered a bad-boy smile as a response.
I grunted.
“I’m not giving the necklace back to you. I’m for sure giving it back to him though.” He laughed. “You know what else?”
“What?”
“You’re going to lunch with me. We’re going to sit down like two adults, have a meal together, and talk. It’ll be our first real date. Remember how we’d planned to just happen to be at the same spots at the same time? Well, this is the first of that.”
I lifted a brow. “I’m in town to see Sherri and LeAnne before I…”
“Rach, we’ve already established you’re not running off with Goodfellow,” he stated evenly.
“You don’t get to just decide that for me,” I protested.
