“I do,” I said easily, my voice strong and sure. “I always did but I couldn’t afford to lose you.”
His mouth was on mine before the last word left my mouth.
The kiss was nothing like the careful kisses of my past. It was completely the opposite of the forceful kisses, or the sloppy kisses. More unwanted than wanted. Fuck that, this was hot and deep and demanding, his lips moving over mine like he’d been waiting years for just one taste. I kissed him back just as fiercely, hands sliding into his hair, needing the contact, the confirmation. I was so fucking greedy for him that if I slowed down for a second, I might flee in fear.
Drew broke the kiss only to trail his mouth down my jaw, my throat, and my collarbone. “Macy,” he murmured my name like it was something sacred and filthy all at once. He stripped me slowly, deliberately, like he was paying attention to every breath, every shiver.
I couldn’t have drifted away in that moment if I wanted to, and I really wanted to stay present and feel every fucking moment. Every single place his lips touched me was on fire. Every swipe of his tongue pushed me closer to the edge and when his teeth sank into my flesh, I cried out in pure ecstasy, something I don’t think I’ve ever done in my life.
The delicious scrape of his beard against my lower belly and even my thighs, had transported me to a different fucking galaxy. His big hands should’ve scared me, but this was Drewand those big hands held me gently, as if I was something too precious to break. “Drew,” I whispered the moment I felt his breath on my pussy.
“You’re already so fucking wet,” he growled, sliding one finger through my folds in an up and down motion that sent my mind racing.
That feral growl hit me in all the right places and when his tongue followed the path of his finger, my hips bucked up off the bed. “Oh, Drew!” I pushed up on my forearms because Ihadto look at him and I found him smiling with his eyes.
My hands tangled in the sheets as pleasure surged through me. I couldn’t look away from the sight of him, looking as though he was right where he wanted to be this morning, with his face buried between my thighs, his tongue doing wicked, wonderful things to my clit. I called out his name again and again, because I couldn’t remember anything else. It was all so overwhelming and exquisite, and nothing at all like I remembered sex being.
Even before Ruiz.
This wasn’t something being taken from me. Oh no, this was mine. It wasours.
His mouth closed over my clit with a long, low moan that shot vibrations all the way up my body. For just a second I was self-conscious but then another wave of heat pooled low in my belly as one thick finger sank deep into my body.
“Holy fuck!” I was having an out of body experience and I wasn’t sure how to behave. Was I too loud? Did he like it?
“You’re so damn wet,” he groaned, lapping at my pussy, the sound was so wet and so loud, but it only heightened myarousal. “Fuck,” he growled and dove back in, licking me and sucking me while his finger plunged in and out, pulling the orgasm closer to the surface.
“Drew!” I shouted his name as euphoria took over. My breaths were shaky as I said his name while he pushed me with his tongue.
He maintained the same pace like he was trying to keep me on the precipice when all I wanted to do was fling myself over the edge and take what was feeling so fucking good I also never wanted it to end.
“I need,” I gasped.
He slowed down and pulled away from my pussy, smiling at me with a wink before he returned his mouth to me like a starving man.
“Yes… that! I need that!” My head fell back and I arched off the bed. My heels dug into his back as the orgasm hit me, consuming every inch of me. “Drew, oh fuck, yes Drew!” My body convulsed, hard, and my fingers curled in his hair.
He held my hips, not forcefully, just in a way that prolonged my pleasure because I couldn’t fight against it. He held me until the orgasm faded, and then he did the thing that nearly broke me apart. He crawled up beside me and pulled me into his arms. It was all so sweet and so fucking natural.
My limbs were heavy and my body was still high from the orgasm. I wanted to reach for him again, so I did, reaching for where he was hard and thick, damn near throbbing for me. “Drew.”
He grabbed my hand and brought my fingers to his mouth, biting them gently before he laid a hand on my breast. “Macy.”
I paused, waiting for the letdown. “You don’t want to?”
He turned to face me. “Macy, I definitely want to, but when I finally get inside you,” he said, his words were low and achingly slow. His gray eyes dark and heavily lidded as he gazed into mine. “It’ll be because you’re begging for my cock.”
“But you’re still… fully charged.”
He laughed. “Getting you so wet like that? Hearing the way you called my name so hungrily? Believe me that was hot as fuck and I can’t wait.” He kissed me gently. “But Icanwait.” His words were pointed and thick with meaning.
Heat flooded my body, white-hot and delicious. I was hyperaware of the way my body pulsed with need and I wanted everything. I wanted what I couldn’t have, not now.
I laughed, soft and breathless. “That is cruel.”
His mouth curved into a sinfully sexy grin. “That’s patience.”
“It’s both,” I insisted before pressing a kiss to the center of his chest. “But thank you… for that. It was,” I sighed. “I never knew sex could be that good.” I sat up and looked at him. “You arereallyfucking good at that.”
