Rachel’s POV

Our eyes meet, the desire in me burning and alarming. I’ve never seen Darius from a different picture than I have today.

The usual scowl and grumpiness that hung around his face were nowhere to be found, replaced by lust and need.

He looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. A look not even Andrew has given me before.

He leaned in, snapping out of the daze, dropping sloppy kisses in between my mounds. I fisted the fabric of the ...