Her breath’s coming fast and hard, and her stomach swells a little with each inhale. It feels like it’s caressing my cock. I want to move to the bed, but I also don’t want to move.
But then Ally slips her hand under the hem of my shirt and tugs upward. I reach down to help, pulling the shirt over my head and dropping it on the floor.
“God, Drew,” she says breathlessly, staring at my chest in a way that makes it clear she likes what she sees.
She bends her head to kiss my left nipple, swirling her tongue around it and teasing it with her teeth. When it’s pebbled and hard, she gives the right side the same attention. Then her hands start exploring my abs, skating lower and lower until she slips under the waistband of my boxers.
“Fuck, Ally,” I gasp as she fists me.
She lifts her head, and there’s a wicked gleam in her eye. “You like that, huh?”
“I like everything,” I say roughly. And I especially like the fact that she’s taking the initiative right now.
But I need to slow this down before I lose control completely.
“Let’s go to bed, Ally.”
TWENTY-FIVE
ALLY
“Let’s go to bed, Ally.”
After the conversation we had in the car, they’re the last words I expected to hear from Drew. But he said he lied about that, that he wants meso fucking bad, and I believe him. I’m holding the evidence in my hand—his erection is thick and throbbing, and the tip is slick with moisture.
But it’s not just that. His breathing’s changed, and he kissed me like he was starving for it. There’s no doubt in my mind that he wants me. Physically, at least.
“Let’s go to bed,” he repeats, and I reluctantly take my hands off him so we can stumble down the hall to his room. The overhead light’s on, illuminating a king-sized bed with rumpled navy sheets.
“Can we leave the light on?” he asks.
“Yeah.”
I’m flattered by how pleased he looks by my answer. He wants to see me.
I want to see him, too. I watch him cross the room to close the blinds, admiring the muscles of his back. He could probably tell me the name of every muscle, and maybe sometime I’ll ask him.
But now’s not the time for that. He’s walking back to me now, his dark eyes heavy with lust and an erection straining against his boxers. He wants me just as much as I want him.
And I do want him, so badly that my body’s thrumming with it. Badly enough that I can forget he didn’t want to do this until I promised I didn’t want a relationship. Until I assured him I had no illusions about what this was.
I know this is temporary, but right now that doesn’t matter. Tonight he’s mine, and I’m going to enjoy it.
I’m going to enjoy him.
I take off my top and let it drop to the floor, and watch Drew’s breath hitch.
“God, Ally, you’re perfect,” he mutters, staring reverently at my naked chest. I’d always thought my breasts were too small, but apparently he doesn’t think so.
Drew closes the distance between us and pulls me against him. His body’s hot and hard, and I rub against him like a cat.
A moan slips out of me, and Drew makes a guttural sound deep in his throat. His hands start to move over me, and it feels like they’re everywhere at once. The sides of my breasts, my waist, my butt, then up to my breasts again. It’s like he wants to explore me quickly, in case I disappear.
“Hey,” I breathe. “We have all night.”
Drew’s hands go still on my waist. “Sorry,” he says, his voice a little sheepish. “It’s just—tell me what you like.”
I guide his hands to my breasts, and he cups them and starts to knead. “That,” I mutter. “Just like that.” His hands are warm and strong, and I shudder with pleasure.
