I had a single moment of guilt thinking about Alex and wondering if this could be considered as cheating. I really hoped not as I thought if me and Draven really could get beyond our turbulent past then I doubted we could ever have the kind of friendship that didn’t include touching. It just didn’t seem possible to me and with the way Draven was acting it didn’t seem like it was possible for him either.
We soon came to a winding staircase that was quite narrow and he held the door open for me.
“After you my…” He started to say his pet name for me and then had to clear his throat after stopping himself. I felt bad for him so said,
“I would say age before beauty but you’re like a beautiful old man, so where does that leave me?” The smile he gave me was just as I had described him…beautiful.
“That leaves the beautiful girl before me going first so this old man can catch her if she falls.” And there it was, a perfect answer formed by a pair of perfect lips smirking down at me.
“Oh boy, you are goooood.” I said stretching out the end when taking the first steep steps up. Draven waited for it to bring us to the same height and then leaned in so his lips were at my ear.
“I certainly never remember any complaints.” He purred and I stupidly inhaled a good amount of his intoxicating scent, amplifying his sexual words tenfold. It nearly rendered me incapable of using my legs but when his hands gripped my sides in a possessive hold, they nearly gave out altogether.
“Let’s get that drink should we?” He whispered and gave me a little push to get me moving again, not taking his hands from my waist. I quickly found myself torn between running up the steps to get away from his deviously tempting touch and falling backwards just so he could catch me. In the end I just walked to the top feeling the sexual tension tick up a notch with every step we took. I turned round at one point, not being able to resist any longer and found him staring at my behind as though my cheeks were jiggling in time to some cheesy disco beat that had him hypnotised.
I cleared my throat and he knew he had been caught, making him for once be the one to bite his lip. And if that sinful bad boy grin was anything to go by then it was in no doubt to help hold in his laughter.
When we finally got to the top, he artfully slid passed me, making sure that there wasn’t an inch between our bodies. I had to look away as the feeling was nearly overwhelming. His hand on my side became an arm around my back, whilst his other hand reached for the door. The move caused my breasts to press up against his hard stomach muscles, having nowhere else to go and if I turned my head to face him, I would have ended up brushing my nose against his defined pecs.
There was no way in Hell he wasn’t doing this on purpose and I let out a frustrated growl letting him know I was on to him and whatever precarious game he was playing.
“Just being a gentleman,” he said full of humour and letting the door swing open. I huffed and walked out of his hold, which was something I wanted to do about as much as piercing my tongue with a rusty nail!
“Smooth,” I hummed with a smile and patted his chest trying to give the appearance of confidence to mask my pounding heart as I went past.
“I do try,” he replied close to my back and I was glad he didn’t see me biting my lip for…oh I don’t know, the gazillionth time tonight! I felt his hand at the small of my back putting a nice amount of pressure there as he led me forward which was clearly not needed, as what Sophia had planned was there right in front of us.
“It’s stunning,” I said taking in the gorgeous rooftop garden that was illuminated by what looked like thousands of tiny fairy lights. They were wrapped around everything, from tall sculpted ferns and wrought iron furniture legs to arched wooden pillars that also made the frame for the deep crimson canopy that was stretched above its massive hexagon shape.
“I am glad you like it and it’s about time you two stopped arguing and joined us.” Sophia said from inside the Arabian night scene, looking like a royal Goddess being worshiped by a silent Zagan. They both lay lounged out on a sofa that put them floor level and their backs were leaning against massive stuffed tube shape cushions that were covered in shiny satin material, with different shades of rich red stripes. Small carved tables were also dotted about and large square scatter pillows were strategically placed around the fire pit in the centre. There was also an elaborate carved stone chimney above it that gave the canopy a classic Moroccan tent shape at its centre.
The summer air was alive with the scent of exotic flowers that I had no doubt were only able to grow in this part of the world thanks to a little supernatural mojo sent their way. I could only sympathise as I knew exactly what the Dravens favour of mojo could do to a soul.