50 Shades of Drake 1 and 2

Chapter Eight

    When Aubrey and Destiny were back in his limousine, this time he sat next to her. Sade's lilting voice could still be heard wafting from the speakers. Aubrey poured himself a glass of champagne.

    "I would offer you a glass, but you're probably underage," he said when he finished pouring.

    "I turn twenty-one next year," she told him. "And I'm fine, I don't need a glass."

    He took a sip of his drink and stared out of the window. As he did, she reached out and touched his birthmark again. He swiveled his gaze back to her. "What is your fascination with my birthmark?"

    "Why do you always react so strongly when I touch it?" she countered, not moving her hand.

    He stared long and hard at her, swirling his drink around in his hand. Then, he set his glass down on the minibar, his movements slow and calculated. Her fingers continued to dance lightly on his arm. He looked down at her hand, then back up at her face.

    The look in her eyes dared him to grab her hand and move it, the way he had in the opera house.

    "You think I'm bossy?" he asked quietly.  

    With her heart racing in her chest, she nodded.

    "Come here," he said in a soft voice.

    She scooted closer to him.

    "Closer," he commanded.

    Any closer and I would be on top of him, she thought. And maybe that's what he wants. She closed the final inch of distance between them.

    He allowed her to continue caressing his birthmark while lifting his other arm to stroke her cheek with the back of his hand. He leaned over and kissed her on the lips.

    She kissed him back without hesitation. Her hand fell away from his arm. All of her thoughts flew from her mind as their kiss deepened. He hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her on top of his lap in a smooth, scooping motion. She briefly worried about the dress; she didn't want it to tear, but soon that thought also escaped her.

    He pressed feverish kisses to her lips, and lowered his kisses from her mouth to her neck, to her collarbone. She tilted her head back, loving the feel of his lips on her skin. Her entire body was on fire for him. She'd never felt this way for anyone else, not even Jordan.

    She cupped his chin and tilted his head back so she could kiss along his jawline. He groaned and tightened his grip on her waist. She continued to kiss beneath his earlobe. Feeling daring, she caught his earlobe between her teeth and sucked on it.

    "Ah," he groaned, sucking air between his teeth. His hands worked at lifting up the skirt of her dress.

    She returned to his lips and kissed him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

    He opened his eyes mid-kiss and pulled away from her. "Destiny," he whispered.

    "Aubrey," she whispered back, and started to kiss him again.

    He pulled even farther back. "Destiny," he said again, his voice sounding a lot clearer.

    She blinked. "Yes? What's wrong?"

    "If we're going to go any further, there's something I need to tell you."

    She ran a hand through her hair. "O-okay," she said, confused. She was sitting on his lap and now was when he wanted to have a conversation?

    He bit his lower lip as he brushed a strand of hair out of her face. "I'm not looking for a committed relationship right now. If we continue like this, the arrangement would be strictly casual."