He reaches up behind him, pulling his shirt off, his back arching as it slides off his shoulders and over his head.
When the shirt drops to the floor,
I’m left with his hot skin and his smirk,
bare chest rising slow,
lips dragging up mine, knowing I’m fucked.
My hands find his tattoo,
his scar,
slide down his flexing abs.
Then his smile fades as he steps closer,
backing me up to the bed, eyes heavy on mine.
I lift onto my toes,
my fingers drifting to the back of his head,
raking down his scalp.
I kiss him, and his tongue slides in warm with a moan that rattles me.
I pull back?—
And my heart throws up her hands,
groaning, frustrated.
“And go slow. I mean it, Drew.”
He squints, offended.
“Baby, I’m Italian.”
I go into kiss him again, then remember?—
“And donot,for the love of God, dive in and drill a hole in my nub. Ease the fuck in. There’s more than just a clit. A whole fuckin’ solar system.”
Andrew grins, guiding me back another step.
“Sonny, I’m beggin’ you?—
“just shut up and lay the fuck down.”
My hand slips to his jaw, and I cock a brow.
“Wrong name, Drew.
“When I’m naked, you call me Baby.”
His jaw ticks.
Then he grins in my hand, slow, ruthless,
