~Abigail's POV~
Darius takes my lips, lifting me effortlessly. I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist, moaning into his mouth.
Without breaking the kiss, he walks us to the bathroom, pushing the shower door open and stepping inside. He places me back on my feet, then pulls away just enough to look at me, those heated green eyes sending shivers through my body.
"You are gorgeous like this," He whispers, running his fingers through my hair.
"I'm always gorgeous," I sigh, loving the feel of his heated touch on my scalp that adds to the pool of heat in my stomach.
He grins like the devil. "What do you want, baby?"
I swallow hard, feeling my heart racing. "You know what I want, Darius,"
"I don't." He chuckles deeply, leaning in close. "Tell me."
He presses his lips on the side of my neck and begins nibbling and peppering kisses that are going straight to my brain, turning it off before saying, "Be good for me, baby and tell me what you want."
Bloody hell.
