“I want everyone out,” he barks, then licks my neck. “Now, Misha.”
The person on the other end of the line is responding, but I don’t hear what he says because Drago throws the phone over his shoulder. The sharp clack of it landing on the floor barely registers as Drago’s mouth finds mine again. Sucking. Biting.
My fingers are shaking as I rake them through his hair. I’ve never felt this way. This urge to get closer to him, even though we couldn’t be closer than we already are. The sounds of voices and hurried feet are all around us as people leave, but I ignore them, intoxicated by Drago’s presence. Nothing else matters. Just him. His body. His lips. His scent. It’s the same scent I’ve been waking up to for weeks.
“Hold tight,” he says into my lips and takes a step back.
My arms e
