The Last Piece of His Heart (Lost Boys 3)

“Black. Yours?”

“Yellow.” Shiloh smiled, and she was positively fucking luminous. “Look at us. We are slaying the basics. Okay, one more. If you could go anywhere in the world right now, where would you go?”

“Nowhere.”

Shiloh frowned. “Oh, come on, don’t quit on me now. We were doing so well…”

“There is nowhere else I’d rather be than here with you.”

The words landed between us, stark and naked, and I inwardly cursed.

Too much. It’s too much.

Shiloh’s smile slipped, and her lips parted in a way I was coming to know meant I’d said or done something that stole her breath.

“Ronan Wentz,” she murmured and turned to look out the window. “I’m in more trouble than I thought.”

The food arrived and I ate a pile of noodles that scorched my mouth but didn’t come close to filling me up. I insisted on paying the bill, and we left. Out on the sidewalk, Shiloh smirked at me.

“What?”

“That wasn’t enough food for you, was it?”

“Not remotely.”

She laughed and tucked her arm in mine. “Come on. There’s a Mountain Mike’s pizza up ahead. Let’s get you a slice or two.”

I stopped her before she could take a step and kissed her. And I was right; Shiloh tasted sweet and soft from the milk tea. Her tongue slid coolly against mine and then she pulled back, breathless.

“Ronan, you taste like fire.” Her arms ringed my neck and the kiss deepened, became the kind that wanted to lead to more.

“I don’t need pizza,” I said when we came up for air.

“You sure?”

“I’m sure.”

“Thank God.”

Chapter Twenty-One

We walked in silence back to the car. The air between us buzzed like electrical lines; I could still taste Ronan on my lips.

My heart was pounding as my car came into view. Because tonight was different. I’d been fighting to keep Ronan at arm’s length and failing at every turn. He smashed down my walls, and in turn, trusted me enough to tell me about his own brutal childhood. Each moment spent with him drew us closer together, like the tide that stopped for nothing and no one.

Therefore, sleeping with him is a bad idea.

But when I stripped it all away, all that remained was that I wanted him in every way.

We climbed into my car and I sat facing forward, my heart clanging madly in my chest.

“Do you want to go home?”

“No,” he said, his voice rough. “Do you?”

I shook my head. “There’s a really pretty lookout not far from here. Great views. Want to check it out?”

“Yeah, I do,” Ronan said, not even bothering to hide his intentions; they rumbled through his words, slipping under my skin and raising goosebumps.