Chapter 398

Drio stood with his hands loosely tucked into the pockets of his dark gray pants that flowed over his hard thighs like water. His open jacket was the same color. His white shirt had the top two buttons open, a light dusting of blond hair peeking through. The sleeves were rolled up to his mid-forearm, exposing ropy muscle, and if that wasn't enough to make me press my legs tight together, over the shirt, Drio wore a light grey button-up vest with the bottom button undone.

And glasses. Dear God, he wore glasses. His blond hair was artfully disheveled above the heavy black frames.

"Glasses. That's not...I didn't know...Glasses."

He pushed them up his nose. "Yeah. I got them when I came home last time. Wear them at night for driving."

"It's good to be safe." Did we have time for me to rip his clothes off, lick him all over, and put him back together again?

"Probably not if you want to get to that dealer."

I groaned. "I said that out loud."