Page 93 of Dangerous Attraction

Dipping his head, his nose gently bumps mine, and his hand skates up the length of my back until his fingers twine themselves into my hair.

His hooded eyes meet mine as he leans closer, our breath mingling together, and I slowly close the space between us, pressing my lips against his.

Applying pressure to the back of my head, he deepens the kiss, lips stroking mine.

Threading my fingers through his hair, I open my mouth, allowing his tongue to sweep inside.

Heat consumes me, fire burning through my veins as he pushes me onto my back, hovering over me as the kiss turns hungry and desperate.

Pounding on the door breaks us apart, and Milo's voice splinters the moment.

"Reeve! Come on, man."

Reeve huffs, resting his head against mine.

"For fuck's sake."

Chuckling at his annoyed tone, I push at his chest until he lets up, rolling over onto his back with a groan.

Milo bangs on the door again, loud enough for me to hear it over the thumping of my heart.

"Reeve!"

"Give me a minute!" he shouts back. He shakes his head, then gets out of bed.

I stare up at the ceiling, dragging my bottom lip into my mouth as I replay the feeling of his lips against mine over and over.

It may have been short-lived and rudely interrupted, but I'm positive that was the most intense kiss I've ever experienced, and although I know I shouldn't, I can't help myself from wanting it to happen again.

Pulling off his sweats, he plucks a pair of folded jeans from his chest of drawers, sliding them over his muscular legs while huffing and puffing, and cursing Milo under his breath.

Moving to the wardrobe, he pulls out a white T-shirt, then stomps back to the bed with it in his hands.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he bends down to put his socks on, and my eyes travel to his back, staring at the ink covering his skin.

Unfortunately, he puts his top on soon after, covering the skull from view, but then he tosses his leather cut on, sliding his arms through the holes, and I find myself staring at it again.

He walks to me, opens the drawer at my side and takes his phone out, then his eyes meet mine.

"I've got a busy day today with the guys," he says, as he unlocks his phone and hands it to me. "Add your number and text yourself, then you'll have a way to contact me if you need to, okay?"

Smiling, I take his phone and add my number before handing it back.

"I'll see you later," he says. Pocketing his phone, he bends down and presses a kiss against my head before he strides to the door, grabs his boots, then leaves the room.

Sighing, I sink back into the mattress beneath me as butterflies in my stomach flutter around.

Reeve's stirring up feelings I've never felt before, and I never thought I'd feel in my life. Although it's scary as hell, it also has me giddy.

Groaning, I rub my hands over my face.

I'm so fucked.

Today has moved at a snail's pace.

I'm not sure whether that's because I've been desperate for night to come so I can jump back into bed with Reeve again, or because hardly anyone is around for me to talk to.

Plus, I haven't seen Reeve since this morning.