LoveDrug

Chapter 27: A Long Overdue Kiss

Summer’s body went rigid, every nerve on high alert.

“I… I don’t want to.”

“But I do.”

“Why… why me?”

Finished.

Fraser’s arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her tightly against him, pressing her soft curves against his solid frame. Summer pushed against his chest, but it was useless. His presence surrounded her, his crisp, masculine scent filling the space between them.

“I told you,” he said, his voice low and deliberate. “We fit together perfectly. Or maybe… I just like your body.”

Summer instinctively tensed, her legs pressing together.

“That time… it was an accident.”

Fraser’s dark gaze traced her face—the gentle arch of her brows, the delicate slope of her nose, the soft pink of her lips. His eyes darkened further.

“But didn’t you say you wanted to be my woman?”

Summer’s breath hitched. She pressed a hand against his chest, stumbling over her words.

“I… I…”

Fraser frowned.

“Are you regretting it?”

His voice wasn’t harsh, but Summer could sense that if she dared to say yes, she might not walk away unscathed.

“No, no,” she blurted out. He was the one who had refused that night. Now that she was fully sober, she couldn’t bring herself to say those words again. She forced herself to speak.

“That night… you didn’t agree, so…”

Fraser’s voice dipped into something dangerously smooth.

“Are you ready now?”

Was he asking if she had made peace with it? If she was ready to be his?

Summer’s mind went blank. She had thought that night was behind her. She never expected him to bring it up again. Standing so close, she could see every sharp, handsome detail of his face. Her ears burned. Fraser tilted her chin up, forcing her to look at him. His gaze was deep, burning like the summer sun—hot enough to leave her trembling.

Fraser had originally planned to take his time, letting her come to him naturally. But then Margaret showed up, making him wonder if Summer would turn to Trevor for the investment instead. That was when he realized—his patience had been a lie. He couldn’t wait any longer.

Three years ago, when he returned to the country, he had seen Summer at a business event. Just one glance, and he had recognized her instantly. His heart had nearly leapt out of his chest. Because years ago, she had disappeared without a word. He had searched everywhere, but she was nowhere to be found. And now, here she was.

She had grown up, dressed in an elegant white gown that flowed like the wind. Her long, slightly wavy hair danced lightly against her shoulders. Her features were delicate, her eyes bright like the stars. She was breathtaking, glowing like the moon in a midnight sky. Step by step, she walked toward him. Fraser had thought—maybe, just maybe—she had recognized him too. His heart pounded with anticipation. He reached out a hand.

“Summ-”

But then she walked right past him, not even sparing him a glance. She went straight toward another man. Fraser knew him—Trevor Larson, heir to the Larson Group, a direct competitor of the Graham family.

Fraser watched as she looped her arm through Trevor’s, smiling up at him with warmth and devotion. Her entire world was filled with Trevor. Fraser’s fingers curled into his palm as he slowly withdrew his outstretched hand.

Too late?

Later, he had looked into her background. She wasn’t Summer Leonard anymore—she was Summer Stewart. No wonder he couldn’t find her all these years. She had been too busy loving Trevor, loving him so much that the entire upper-class circle knew about it. And Fraser couldn’t understand why. Trevor wasn’t as good-looking as him. His personality wasn’t better. And, most importantly—he didn’t love her as much. How could she be so blind? How could she grow up still being so foolish? What the hell had she been thinking all these years?

Now, Summer stood before him, flustered and breathless, her lips slightly parted. Her throat was dry, her pulse pounding. Then, in one sudden motion, she pushed up on her toes, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed a soft kiss against his lips. His lips were cool, thin, and dangerously addictive. Before she could stop herself, she flicked her tongue against them. Fraser’s gaze darkened instantly. Caught off guard by her initiative, his pupils shrank, but only for a second. Just as she started to pull away, his arms tightened around her waist. With a firm grip, he crushed her against him, deepening the kiss. Unlike her tentative, cautious peck, Fraser’s kiss was rough and consuming. His teeth nipped at her lips before prying them open, his tongue sweeping inside, demanding everything. He kissed her like he was claiming her. Summer’s knees nearly buckled, her breath stolen away. The only thing keeping her standing was the strength of his arms around her.