“I want you,” he whispers in my ear, sending shivers careening down my spine. “So bad it’s killing me, Fable.”
I love that he says my name in the same breath that he declares he wants me. Rather than become lost in the darkness or blinded by the past, he’s here. With me now, touching me and kissing me, slowly grinding his erection against me. I’m completely absorbed by him, lost within him, and there’s no place I’d rather be.
He grabs hold of my waist and pushes me down onto the bed so I’m flat on my back, his hands pressed on either side of my head on the mattress as he leans over, his mouth never leaving mine. In this position, he’s not as close as I want him, and I curl my legs around his hips, desperate to draw him near.
Breaking our kiss, he pulls away and slides down the length of my body, his hands at the waistband of my thin black leggings as he slowly, patiently tugs them down, taking my panties along with them. I’m trembling, my breaths are coming too fast, and I stare up at the ceiling, biting the inside of my lip when his fingers brush against my thighs, my knees, my calves as he strips me. I feel his breath againstthe very center of me and I close my eyes, dizziness swamping me when I feel those large hands of his pushing my thighs apart.
He’s studying me down there and I don’t know what to think, what to say. He releases a ragged breath, his hands gripping my hips, and then he’s kissing my chest, running his lips all over my flesh until I feel his tongue lick first one nipple, then another.
I can’t take it any longer. I’m not one to remain silent in bed—I never have been, not that I’m a total screamer. But his touch, his mouth on my skin feels so good, I arch into him and cry out. I’m on complete sensation overload, totally naked and exposed, and I’ve never felt so cherished. So alive.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispers against my breasts as he worships them with his mouth. I sink my hand into his hair and hold him to me, writhing beneath his busy lips and tongue. I’m still baffled. Honestly, I don’t quite know how we got to this point. I hated him on sight. I did this only for the money. I thought he was a fucked-up mess. Istillthink he’s a fucked-up mess.
But so am I. And he’s so beautiful, so thoughtful, so vulnerable. We can be a mess together. I want to heal him. I know I can heal him.
This joining of our bodies is the first step.
“Hold on,” he murmurs. I open my eyes and his face isin mine. He steals a quick kiss and removes himself from me, getting off the bed. “I’ll be right back.”
I watch him leave and I throw my arm over my eyes, trying my best to calm my racing heart, my accelerated breath. My body is so ramped up, it won’t take much to send me right over the edge. I’m trembling, so full of adrenaline and desire and whatever other mysterious emotions are swirling inside my body. I’ve never, ever felt like this before. Ever.
The realization leaves me breathless.
Drew slips back inside the room minutes later, shutting the door and turning the lock into place. I watch him quietly as he walks toward the bed and sets a small box of condoms on the bedside table. I meet his gaze, one eyebrow raised, and he smiles.
“We lucked out. There’s a box in the bathroom under the sink. They’re always there, like towels and shampoo and soap. They keep this guesthouse busy, like a hotel sometimes, I swear. My dad always has business clients staying here.”
Huh. Well, if the Callahans always have guests staying with them, at least they’re providing a safe haven.
I can’t ponder the condom issue too long, though. Not when Drew is busy undoing the snap and zipper on his jeans, letting them fall from his hips to a heap around his ankles before he kicks them off. My mouth goes dry at the sight ofhim, how he fills out his black cotton boxer briefs so perfectly.
And then he’s taking those off, too, and I’m staring unabashedly, marveling at how big he really is and how that might feel when he finally joins his body with mine.
As in, it might hurt. All of a sudden, I’m scared shitless.
I swear he can sense my change in mood and he tries to reassure me. He gathers me in his strong arms, holding me close. I shut my eyes and bury my head against his firm chest, breathe in his clean, unique scent. He’s gentle, he’s tender, but he’s also persistent and soon we’re kissing, searching each other’s bodies with busy hands, rolling around the mattress like a couple of kids in a playful wrestling match.
But there’s nothing playful about this big, muscular man pinning me to the bed, my arms spread above my head, his fingers locked around my wrists as he studies me with those beautiful blue eyes.
He slipped the condom on only moments ago. I know he’s ready. I’m ready. But I’m still nervous. This is such a turning point in our relationship, something we can never go back on. I won’t forget him or this night. He’s permanently writing himself in my personal history.
“There’s no going back,” he whispers, as if he can read my mind.
I slowly nod, too overcome to find words.
“Once I’m inside you, you’re mine.”
Oh. I never, ever thought hearing a guy say that would arouse me so much, but it does. I’ve always thought of myself as an independent person. I belong to no one.
But the idea of belonging to Drew fills me with so much joy, I’m afraid I might burst.
“I want you to be mine, Fable.” Loosening his hold on my wrists, he dips his head, nuzzling my cheek, my nose. It’s the sweetest, sexiest gesture, and I moan as I circle my arms around his neck and cradle him close.
“I want to be yours,” I answer in a breathy whisper. “I want to belong to you, Drew. Only you.”
He kisses me, at the same time sliding his body into mine. Inch by thick inch, taking my breath away with the sheer size of him, and I tense up, holding my breath as he rocks deeper and deeper into me.
“I’m hurting you.” He presses sweet, quick kisses all over my face. “Relax. Breathe.”
