Page 62 of Thunder with a Chance of Lovestruck
“Yep, I know,” he said as he kept walking.
I drew to a stop.
He faced me. “Do you want me? This is your chance to be done with me. Say the word, and I’ll let this drop. I won’t ever push you for more again.”
Is that what I wanted?
He released my hand and reached into his front pocket. He withdrew the necklace Robin had given me. I’d forgotten he had it. That wasn’t saying much about how I felt about Robin. I knew that.
“Rachael, I need to know if you’re on board with this—with you and me,” he said.
I closed my eyes and lowered my head, hating myself for being the type of person who would emotionally hurt another.
“I see,” whispered Drest, his voice tight.
The next I knew, he was putting the necklace around my neck, making a move to fasten it for me.
I touched it, my eyes opening. Our faces were close. “Drest.”
“No,” he whispered. “You don’t need to say anything else. I understand. I’ll sleep down on the sofa. I’d go, but I don’t want to leave you and Astria alone tonight. Not after you were so shaken when I got here.”
I cupped his face and acted on impulse, going to my tiptoes and pressing my lips to his. I was vaguely aware of the necklace falling to the floor, but the second his tongue met mine, need filled me.
He broke the kiss, panting as he did. “I lied. I don’t understand jack shit. I thought you were telling me you picked him.”
I locked gazes with him. “Do you really want to talk, or do you want to take me to bed for the night?”
“That one,” he said fast. “I pick that one.”
He scooped me up in his arms and flashed a sexy smile. It faltered a moment. “Wait, so I’m clear, you’re picking me, right?”
Nodding, I grabbed his face again, kissing him passionately.
He practically ran to my room with me, hurrying in and pushing the door shut with his foot. He carried me to my bed, laid me out on it, and then stepped back.
I tried to sit up and reach for him, but he shook his head, staring down at me with lust in his eyes. “Drest?”
He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside, leaving him standing there in a white undershirt. He yanked that over his head and threw it in the other direction, his gaze never leaving me.
Mine went right for his chiseled torso. I’d undone his shirt once before—in the wine cellar—but I’d not gotten a good look at the man. He was incredible. He kicked off his boots and removed his socks before undoing his belt.
A huff came from me. “I want to touch you.”
“Nope,” he said, unzipping his pants. “I want this to last. So be a good girl and stay where you are.”
“Drest,” I protested, and he came for me, pushing my legs apart with his knee. My breath caught as his hands went to the hem of my dress.
Pushing it up, he held my gaze as if daring me to say something. As he slid his hands higher up my legs, my breathing increased, my body becoming hypersensitive to his every touch. He lifted the bottom of my dress and put his head under it. The next I knew, he had my panties off and flung aside, all while keeping his upper half under my dress.
I tossed my head back, only barely managing to hold back cries of passion that wanted to burst free from me as he worked a carnal kind of magik on me. When he finally emerged from under my dress, I was nothing more than a puddle of satisfied afterglow.
He moved off the bed, and I realized then that he was still in his pants. He pushed them down, revealing himself to me. Kicking his pants to the side, he took hold of himself, and there was no doubt he was completely into what we were doing.
My eyes widened at the sight of him there.
He grinned, his mouth glistening. “Ilovestrawberries.”
Confused, I stared harder at him. “What?”
