The Midnight Hour - Brenda Jackson [84]
She had started down the darkened hall to the kitchen when she suddenly bumped into a hard, broad chest. Immediately, she went into a defense mode, ready to put her skill as a karate expert into action.
"It's me, Tori."
Drake's voice almost knocked the breath out of her. She had been more than prepared to take him down. She took a deep breath to calm her racing heart. "Drake, I thought you were in your room."
"I was but I couldn't sleep so I got up to check on things."
"Oh." She tried not to let the fresh scent of his recent shower get to her, but a jolt of desire rammed through her body anyway. And the bad thing about it was that she was still mad at him and knew for sure that he was still angry with her. But her mind stopped dealing with anger when Drake stepped out of the shadows and into the flow of the moonlight. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and a pair of sweatpants rode low on his hips. She was suddenly bombarded with a heated sensation.
"Where were you going?" he asked, leaning back against a wall, crossing his arms over his broad chest. There was a "climb into bed with me" look about him. She was all too familiar with that look.
She wondered if he could hear the pounding of her heart. "To the kitchen. I was thirsty and wanted something to drink."
"Milk?"
Tori lifted a brow, wondering if he was getting suspicious about anything.
"What makes you think I'd want milk?"
"Because you seem to drink a lot of the stuff. I'm sure you're keeping some dairy farmer happy."
She shrugged. From his tone of voice she could tell he was trying to downplay his anger for the same reason that she was. Emotions were suddenly taking over their senses. They were together for the first time in five years, not as strangers or two people who barely knew each other and who had met less than six months ago. But they were two individuals with a deep history; two people who had once loved each other… and had lost each other.
"Tori."
"Drake."
They said each other's names at the same time that he pulled her to him and captured her mouth. His lips were firm, his mouth eager, and his tongue hungry. And that hungry tongue took control of her mouth, making her senses swim. She became entrenched by feelings she hadn't felt in a long time. His tongue was leaving no area in her mouth untouched and untasted.
Moments later when he slowly broke off the kiss, she felt consumed with a need so great, she wanted to forget Cross and mainly concentrate on their awareness of each other, their reaffirmation of life and the realization that they were together again.
Right now, at this very moment, she only wanted to dwell on the man who was building an incredible ache all through her body; an ache she had to have filled.
"Knowing who you are is making me crazy," Drake whispered against her lips, taking the tip of his tongue and outlining her mouth from comer to comer. "Just to think you're here and with me again is driving me insane."
That makes two of us, she thought, her panties completely drenched. The air was chilly but they were building up a lot of heat and the scent of aroused bodies permeated their surroundings, adding an extra zing to their lust.
They were desperate. Hungry. Out of control.
It seemed that all the anger of that afternoon was gone, but she knew it was still there. It had only been put on hold. It would resurface in the morning and they would have to deal with it. Something within them crashed at the same time their control snapped. Emotions they had tried holding at bay toppled over in a heated frenzy as their tongues continued to mate desperately, urgently, relentlessly.
Moments later Tori pulled back, drew in a sharp breath, taken aback by the intensity of the kiss they'd just shared and the need that was ramming through