“I love you, King.”
“I know. Now, drink your wine and relax and hush.”
“If I relax any more, I’ll turn into a veal.”
“You’re a vegetarian. You can’t.”
We both laughed until Drew leaned in and kissed me, sweeping his tongue through my mouth.
“Actually, why don’t we put the wine down ...” He took the glass from me and set it on the night table, and leaned back again and covered my mouth with his. “You taste good. Bet you taste even better somewhere else.”
His mouth traveled down my neck, pushing theJaside, skimming at the neckline of my sheer long-sleeved tee. He traced the trim with his tongue until a moan erupted from his chest. The tip of his tongue caressed my skin, starting a fever prickling below the surface.
“Stay right there.” He popped up and went to lock the door.
“I can’t exactly go anywhere.”
“I kind of like it. You stuck in our bed.”
He slipped out of his workout shorts and tossed his tee on the floor, then walked back toward me. At the end of the bed, he stood there in all his glory, naked and lean. Tattoos and tanned skin, more crinkles around his eyes and smoother hands than when we first met, and I never loved anyone so hard. Leaning down, he divested me of the big freaking boot and carefully removed my lounge pants.
“Leave it off,” I said about the boot.
“Don’t squirm then.” He winked.
Climbing up beside me, he peppered kisses on my ear, sucked on the lobe and down my clavicle, then pulled off my shirt and slid his mouth along my side cleavage.
His breath hummed over my bra until he shoved the straps down and took my nipple in his mouth. Nipping and sucking, he took his time, my bra still shoved down.
“Jules,” he moaned breathlessly.
“Please,” I said in return.
He slid down my body until his mouth covered my hot spot, no longer nipping but taking his time. Lavishly. That’s what I would call it.
Lavishly devoting himself to me.
It didn’t take long for me to come undone. A fine sheen of sweat broke out on my brow, caused by the pulsing between my legs and trying to keep my foot still.
“I want you.”
“You need to let me do all the work. You know the routine.”
“I can’t help it if my hips move.” I smiled before he kissed me, tasting like me. It felt like more than love.
With his hand, he guided himself into me, one thrust, long and leisurely. He pulled back out, taking his time, and dived back in. That’s what he did until I couldn’t take it anymore, and let my hips come up and meet his thrusts.
“Jules ...” This time he growled my name.
“It feels good. Let me.”
And he did, driving into me as I met each thrust until we were both spent and satisfied.
“You going to marry me, Jules?”
We lay there, my head on his chest and his lips pressing soft kisses to the top of my head.
“What am I going to do with you, King Drew?”
