Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79553 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
“By getting drunk on you, of course.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
DECLAN
“Holy shit, it’s cold!” Kendall laughs through her chattering teeth as I pull her into my arms, determined to warm her. We’re on the set for the “Drunk on Your Love” video. It’s been a crazy day, but we’re in the final scene. The video starts off at the club, where I’m eyeing Kendall as she dances provocatively with a few of her friends, all for the purpose of seducing me. It goes to me asking her to dance and us spending the evening with her in my arms. When the night ends, she says goodbye, but I don’t let her go. Instead, I follow her out into the night.
She tries to argue that the night is over, but I refuse to let her go, telling her that she’s the one for me. While we’re going back and forth, the skies open, and it starts raining. The water was supposed to be warm, but the water heater on the set is broken, so we had two options: wait for them to get it fixed, which won’t be tonight, or finish the video tonight with cold as fuck water raining down on us.
“Don’t focus on that,” I tell her, rubbing her arms up and down in an attempt to warm her flesh. “Just focus on me.” She nods once, melting into my arms. I lean in and whisper, “When we’re done, I’m going to warm you up… in the hot shower at my place, then again in bed.”
Kendall shivers as a groan escapes past her lips. “You’re such a tease.”
Layla, our videographer leading this music video, yells at us to get dry so we can do it again, forcing us to separate.
The hair and makeup artists get us sorted, drying our hair and clothes, and then we head back out to try this again.
“Try not to laugh this time.” I mock glare at Kendall. “If I have to dry off again, I’m going to be coming after you.” I point my finger in her direction, emphasizing my threat.
She playfully rolls her eyes. “Is that a threat or a promise?”
I’m shocked she just said that in front of everyone since we’re keeping our relationship on the down low, but she doesn’t seem to notice or care, so I don’t say anything.
The music starts, so we can make sure it matches once they put all the pieces together, and Kendall runs out of the club and is about to get into the cab, when—at my cue—I run out after her and pull her to the side before she can get in. The driver screams for her to get in or he’s leaving, and then he speeds off without her, leaving only me and her.
My hand goes to the side of her face, and she leans into my touch instinctually. Since the music is playing, our parts are played through our actions, letting the music speak for itself. I tug her closer to me, my other hand palming her ass, and our eyes lock, everything and everyone fading away. It’s just Kendall and me… and the ice-cold rain. But not even the iciness of the water falling around us breaks our spell. Maybe it’s because she’s expecting it this time, but she remains in character, focusing on me like I told her to.
I push her drenched hair out of her face, and her tongue darts out, licking across the seam of her lips. And then my mouth is devouring hers. She tastes like love and lust rolled together to create the most perfectly sweet addiction. My hand glides from the side of her face to her nape, deepening the kiss. She moans into my mouth, then nips at my lips before sliding her tongue along my top lip, then the bottom.
Needing to be closer to her, to feel more of her, I reach down and palm the backs of her thighs, lifting her into my arms. I’m about to walk us to the bed when it hits me… Fuck! We’re not at my place. We’re on set, with over a dozen people watching us make out. Yeah, we were supposed to kiss, but it wasn’t supposed to be like this.
I break the kiss, and Kendall’s eyes go wide, realizing the same thing I just did. I expect her to freak out and demand I put her down—the fake rain has stopped, the music has been silenced, and nobody is saying a word—so I’m shocked as hell when the biggest smile spreads across her face, and she says, “Oops,” followed by the most adorable snort-laugh.
When a couple of people snicker, she drops her head into the crook of my neck to hide her embarrassment and laughter. A second later, she lifts her head and meets my eyes, and fuck if I don’t want to finish what we just started.