Page 37 of Cruel King


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“You’re drunk.”

“So?”

“You’ll feel differently about this in the morning.”

I rolled over and met his green eyes. “Will I? How do you know?”

“Because you told me.”

I tilted my head in confusion. “Maybe you could kiss me and find out?”

“You’re trouble.”

“But the good kind?” I asked, moving into the middle of the bed.

“If I kiss you, I’m not going to want to stop.”

“Who said you had to?”

He sighed, as if caught in the middle of his own angst. “Whit …”

“Gav …” I trailed a hand down his muscular shoulder and over his bicep. “I’m right here.”

He trapped my hand against his and fingered the ring on my left hand. “We don’t have to make it more complicated.”

I huffed. “You don’t want to play?”

His eyes raked over my body. How eager I was. I couldn’t guess what he was thinking, but the seriousness of his expression was making me second-guess whether I should have come on to him. Maybe he was right. Maybe I should have stayed far, far away.

He tugged me forward until I was nearly pressed against him. He clutched my wrist in his grasp and didn’t let go as he held me in place. Then, his lips landed on mine, hard and unyielding. I gasped at the force of the kiss. The need etched into every line of him.

His tongue darted out and traced my bottom lip. I shivered at the taste of him, the feel of him, the want that radiated off of him.

Suddenly, it was over. Far too soon.

He pulled away, leaving me caught in the space between with my mouth slightly parted and eyes closed.

“There.”

“Oh,” I whispered.

“Now, go to sleep. If you want more in the morning, I will ravish you.”

He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear as my eyes fluttered open to look at him.

“Promise?” I purred.

He held a pinkie out, and I linked mine with his. “Pinkie promise.”

11

WHITLEY

My head pounded the next morning. I rolled over with a groan as sunlight streamed into the room and flung my arm over my eyes to shield them from the stabbing pain.

“Morning, sunshine,” Gavin said, stepping out of the bathroom.

I was rewarded with the sight of him in nothing but a towel. His hair was still wet and floppy. There was an impressive amount of abs on display.

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