Pleasure spikes, tearing through me as I fight my way through her quaking core.
The moment she breaks, I memorize every detail of her face, the furrow of her brow, the soft O of her mouth, the flare of her nostrils, the few wisps of hair clinging to her cheek. It follows me into my own end.
My orgasm strikes me mid thrust, grinding me into her as the world blitzes out.
We’re pulsing together when I come back to her, and Drew’s fingers brush my forehead and temple.
Her legs lock around my back, keeping me against her.
I’m surprised she’s not in a rush to go clean up.
To get back to real life.
She seems to be soaking in the feel of me the same way I’m absorbing every second she lets me linger.
Her smile blinds me as her thumb brushes over my mouth. “That was…wow. I don’t even have words.”
“I have plenty of words.” But instead of the confessions on the tip of my tongue, I kiss her again.
When I pull away, I reach for a nearby cloth.
A clean one.
And I clean her up before tucking her against me and yanking a soft blanket over us both.
Sweat cools along my skin, but Drew’s body is warm where we’re pressed together.
I don’t want to let go of her.
Don’t want to give her a reason to run off, but I have to ask, “What does this mean, Drew?”
Her pause has my heart pounding hard.
“I don’t know.” Her voice cracks on the last word.
I try not to let the disappointment of her confession taint this moment.
“I don’t know what I want or what I’m doing. I just—” She swallows hard. “I needed this. Needed you.”
She tucks herself further into my body. At least she’s not withdrawing yet.
I can’t push her, not tonight.
Not when she finally let me be close.
But if she thinks I’ll let myself be some safe placeholder while she figures out her feelings for the others, she’s got another thing coming.
She didn’t lie, though. She didn’t dress it up pretty.
I don’t know.
It’s not enough, but it’s more than I expected. I should be careful—keep myself from falling in too deep while she’s still searching.
Or I’ll end up in the same place I did earlier this year with my ex-wife.
Caring too much for someone who doesn’t really care about me.
But watching Drew sprawled across my chest, flushed and finally at peace?
