He almost seemed as mesmerized by my body as I was with his. The backs of his hands moved down and over my hips with such precision, I held my breath as his touch fell to my thighs, his hands stopping only when he reached my knees. Drew paused briefly, long enough for his eyes to meet mine ashis hands moved to the insides of my knees and slowly pushed my legs apart. All the humor that had been there only seconds before was sucked right out of me as he dragged his fingers back up the inside of my thighs and over my folds in a feather-light touch.
I’m not sure at what point I started breathing again—whether it was the slide of his fingers grazing my clit or the way he pushed two of them inside of me. I inhaled as my hips rose, rolling and accepting him deeper while my head dropped back into the mattress beneath me. As much as I wanted to look at him, I knew I couldn’t. I could feel his eyes on me, reading every breath and flutter of my eyelashes, each rise and fall of my chest as I dragged in air. More than anything, I knew the moment he made eye contact his focus would drop to where his fingers were thrusting in and out of me, drawing my eyes to the same thing until wild horses couldn’t hold back my orgasm.
This time I was holding out. My eyes were scrunched closed tightly as I let myself get lost in his touch. I felt the stretch and curl of my toes as they gripped the sheets, and I knew the moment he felt the challenge. His fingers twisted inside of me, skilfully finding that spot he’d claimed as his own every time we’d been together.
Drew never said much during sex. Even though I could almost always feel the certainty of his emotions through his actions, he preferred to let his fingers, his tongue or his cock do the talking for him. There were quiet moments of appreciation, though. I never missed the way he inhaled sharply when his fingers parted me, and I never missed the flex of his chest when he hovered above me or the way his eyes closed whenever we made love—and make no mistake,whether or not he liked to call it fucking, Drew Tucker and I made love. Whenever he did choose to say a few quiet words to me, I held them in my chest and soaked them up as though they alone had the power to make me climax. Before dropping his tongue against my clit, his fingers pulled out, working inside my creases before he dropped an almost inaudible whisper against the extremely sensitive parts of my skin.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”
He didn’t give me a chance to respond. When I finally let my eyes flutter open and lifted my head to look at him, his head dropped and his lips parted just enough to suck against my clit as he pushed three fingers inside of me, causing my back to arch violently as my hands pushed into his hair and a cry fell from my lips. He wasn’t going to let my defiance go. His free hand moved under my thigh and weaved over my hip, his palm flat against my stomach, holding me in place as my legs trembled around him. It was going to be my first orgasm of the night, but it sure as hell wouldn’t be my last.
I was limited in my movements when I was faced with his strength, and it only served to create more tension in my body until I was forced to hold my breath in an attempt to control the impending storm. I had no power around this incredible man. With a twist of my body, my climax rocked and wound my spine, my nails scratching at his scalp as my legs turned to jelly, my body clenching around his slowing digits.
Drew flattened his tongue against me one last time, the wet heat making me squirm in his unrelenting grip. My feet rose from the sheets and landed on his calves, his head finally lifting as my toes curled against him. There’s something to be said for the hunger in a man’s eyes when his predatory sidecomes to the forefront, and as our eyes met, I knew without a doubt that he was going to take what he wanted, and I was going to enjoy every last second of it.
It didn’t mean I was going to make it easy for him.
Sliding my feet back onto the bed, I pushed up, defying the bar of his arm over my stomach. Digging my elbows in, I squirmed out from under him with a small laugh, telling him the game was afoot, even though I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to make it very far when my legs felt absolutely boneless.
It was times like this that made me certain he loved me, because the Drew Tucker I met at Rusty’s all those weeks ago—he wouldn’t have given into anything or anyone. He would have been the man to pin me down, bruise my arms, make my thighs his toys and show me who was boss. But this man in front of me was different. Despite the darkness that lingered there, there was a lightness, too. He wanted to let me win, or at the very least let me think I had the victory.
Falling back, he raised both hands in the air in surrender.
“You can run, Hanagan, but you can’t hide. In fact, I retract that statement. You can’t even run.” One hand of his fell to my right ankle, gripping it tightly before lifting it in the air as he raised a brow and smirked down on me. “I think I just broke you.”
“There’s something to be said for a humble man,” I said with a playful smirk. Leaning forward, I tapped his chin with one finger. When there wasn’t so much as an inch between our lips, I blew a stream of cold air over them, gathered my legs under me and attempted to spring from the bed.
Drew’s growl filled the air, but to my surprise, he let me go. When my feet found solid ground and I turned around ina breathless mess to see him, his eyes screamed of danger and his body of fire. I’d just started a game with a man who didn’t know how to quit until he won, and there wasn’t anything that could have turned me on more than that look he flashed me from his blue-green eyes. The green shone more when his thoughts turned dark, and as I backed up against the closet in his room, my hands finding the wood and spreading across the coldness of it, I knew that I was in trouble. The exact kind of trouble I’d been deprived of before I met him, and come to crave since the first time his lips met mine out on that football field.
Dropping his fists into the mattress in front of him, Drew crawled to the edge of the bed, his intentions narrowing in on my thoughts. “Is this how you want it to go down, Hanagan?”
I had a thousand answers to that question and only one of them came to fruition on my lips. As we stared one another down, I sucked in as much breath as I could. “I’ll take anything you want to give me, Tucker.”
“Then come here, darlin’. Ain’t no point running from something you ain’t ever gonna escape,” he whispered as he dipped his head and crooked a single finger at me.
How it was possible for my body to respond to him with the intensity it did after the orgasm I’d just had was beyond me, but it wasn’t just my abdomen aching anymore. It was my entire being. I could feel the tingles in my fingertips and toes, and I knew the more I made him work for it, the more unrelenting he would be, and whether he knew it or not, I think he needed it. We made love every night. He was an amazing lover, and he knew how to give and take, and that night was a taking night. I just happened to be in the mood to give. Shaking my head, I stepped back toward the dresser andset my hands on the edge, lifting myself with my arms and swinging my ass onto the surface, slowly crossing my legs as I shook my head from side to side.
There was a moment's pause, a silence that seemed so thick neither one of us knew what the other was going to do with it. He showed me no game. He gave me no signs of his emotions. All I saw was the color of his eyes popping back at me and the obvious arousal he felt… until he moved.
When he did, it felt like the whole hut shuddered as he swung to the floor, landing with a thud. Maybe I gave him too much weight in that moment, but with each step he took, I seemed like nothing more than food for the animal that was stalking towards me.
Drew’s face met mine before anything else. His hands didn’t go near my skin, and his erection was only a touch away from me when his nose met mine. His body was like its own island. It towered above me, making me feel small, even though I knew I held a certain kind of power, too.
“You know,” he whispered in that special voice that he reserved for me. “Before I met you, I was a man who took what he wanted, when he wanted it. I was the guy who made women beg.” He paused, drawing out that silence again as my breaths came heavier and louder against him. “I could make you beg, Ayda. I could make you fucking scream my name in agony until you cried enough for me to do what I know you want me to do to you, but I’ll be damned if I don’t admit what we both know right now. You’re the first woman I’ve ever wanted to chase, and I’m not going to hide behind my mask to try to prove otherwise. So you'd better…” His hands grabbed my legs, quickly parting them aggressively before he took the final step closer and grinned that sexy grin of his. “Tell me now if you want me to stop.”
He was right there in front of me, but my hips rolled forward, looking for any kind of friction as our eyes met. My breathing was labored, but it had nothing to do with the orgasm or running around the room like a fool. This was raw, unfettered passion for the man that stood before me.
“Never stop,” I whispered in response, my ankle wrapping around his calf and pulling him toward me. “I’m yours, only yours. Don’t ever stop.”
With his fingers digging into my hip, he pulled me to the edge of the dresser, the other hand holding his cock as he slammed into me with enough power to shift the wood beneath me and the breath from within me. He paused only for a moment when our hips were flush together. I could see the grinding in his jaw as he let me adjust, his forehead meeting mine as he tried to find the words he’d been attempting to say since I’d said them to him. That he tried at all was enough for me. He had no idea how many times he showed me his true feelings with the little things he did. When we made love in the middle of the night, one of us waking up just needing the human contact and moving slowly together. Then there were times like this, the breath before he left bruises and gave me the hardest orgasms I’d ever had. I’d known it would be hard for him. I'd known he’d struggle to say it, but I never had to wonder if he felt it. I already knew.
My release of breath must have been a signal of some sort. His body swung back in one smooth movement as he pulled away, his eyes drawn to where we were joined. I would normally follow his gaze, but his hand reached behind me, twisting my hair around his grip as our bodies found a harder but stable rhythm.
All I could see was his face, the parting of his lips as he released a breath with force, the stubborn line of his jaw as he pounded against me, his grip on my hair arching my back until he was hitting hard and deep. He had no idea I was watching him. He couldn't have known. He was so intent on watching himself fuck me that I took my time to trace every line of his face until his eyes rose to meet mine and we locked on.
The corner of his mouth curled up in a knowing smile, and before I could prepare myself, his free hand was between our bodies, his index finger pressing down on my clit with force so I didn’t have time to suck in another sawed breath. My arms reached out for anything to hold onto as my body took over, bowing from the dresser so I was giving myself to him.
Drew grunted in satisfaction, not for any other reason than that he’d managed to satisfy me first. My walls tightened around him in small waves until he had no choice but to slow his movements and wait me out.
