Chapter 130

"Yes." I whisper, and his hand sneaks under the neckband of his denim shirt on me, resting on my neck. That touch! That feeling! I sip my champagne to calm my senses. I need it to calm my nerves because they are now on fire. I swallow hard, my throat making an annoying sound as I forcefully push the tasty liquid down.

Shit! I didn't mean for that to happen! His face closes the tiny gap between us, brushing his nose with mine. I lost it. Not even another sip will help. I close my eyes as his wet lips brush mine. The mere imagination of the taste of champagne on his lips gives me a wild chill. They taste like havens, I am sure. And I am dying to taste them. My lips part slowly as I wait for his to crash on mine. But I wait, and I wait until I grow tired and open my pleading, annoyed eyes.

"I don't need to drag you or get you drunk just to," he says, making sure our eyes are borne into each other. "Make love to you. Admit it, Gia, you want me." He scans my face when I fail