Her core clenched in anticipation of what was to come. There was no fight left in her. He wanted her. She wanted him. The attraction between them was dynamite. One she’d be a fool to ignore. She might not be here for long but she didn’t want to ignore the pulse between them.
If her recent experience taught her anything it was that life was short. She didn’t want to live her life with regrets.
So she let go and gave herself over to the pleasure.
Chapter 19
Drew’s fingers tightened at the base of her skull as his mouth plundered hers. That was the only way to describe what he was doing to her. Plundering. Taking. She wasn’t complaining one bit. She gave as well as she took. Taking and giving.
He released her wrist, his hands roamed freely over her back reaching down to the hem of her shirt while pulling her closer at the same time. She clung to his lower back, grinding her pelvis against his, needing friction.
She hitched a leg high against his hip, trying to draw him closer. If that was even possible. There wasn’t a place he wasn’t touching. All she knew was that she needed more. A burning inferno was coursing through her body ready to explode.
Shay had never felt a pull like this. This need. She wasn’t a virgin but all these feelings coursing through her were new. She was driven by desire, unable to stop the inevitable. She didn’t even want to. Shay just needed.
Drew moved his kisses to the side of her neck. Liquid fire coursed through her veins. She’d never felt such pleasure before. Her past boyfriends and experiences faded into oblivion. There was only Drew. There was only this moment.
Shay lilted her head back to give him better access. He didn’t disappoint. He blazed a trail down her collar bone to the junction of her cleavage.
He pulled back slightly to stare at her chest.
In her hast to buy clothes she hadn’t paid much attention to design but just size. A few of her tops were lower cut than she was used to. She didn’t have an overly large chest so revealing she was almost flat chested wasn’t her top chose. Butby the molten look in Drew’s eyes she’d have to reconsider that thought.
His eyes latched back onto her. She was surprised she wasn’t burned by the intensity of his gaze. “Do you want this?”
Did a bear shit in the woods? What kind of question was that.
“Yes,” It was the only answer. She did, more than anything. There was so much that could go wrong getting involved with him, but right now those reasons didn’t matter. They were a concern for later. Much later. Now was for them.
Shay clasped either side of his head and brought him back to her mouth. He was far stronger than her and could have resisted had he wanted to, but he went to her eagerly.
Once again shew as consumed by desire as their tongues mated. She felt her back dip back and one of Drew’s hands left her. There was a sound of things crashing and breaking but she was too lost to care at the moment.
She was draped back over the edge of the dining room table. Her back almost to the point of breaking. Shay wrapped both of her legs around his waist to alleviate some of the pressure. Much better.
Drew hiked her shirt up to her chin, his eyes widened when he saw she was sans bra. She’d never really bothered with them given her bra size. His overly large hands completely covered them.
Self-conscious tried to rear its ugly head but she beat it back down with a proverbial stick. She wasn’t going to allow anything to ruin this moment.
His thumb stroke over her beaded nipples in cadence. The hard rasp of his calloused fingers only adding to her pleasure. These were hands that had killed, had held weapons, had protected.
Lowering his head down Drew’s mouth took over where his hands had been. Suddenly she didn’t care about cup size. She didn’t care about anything.
A throaty moan tore from the back of her throat. Her hands raked through his short hair. Her body felt restless as his wicked tongue swirled and dipped. His blunt teeth nipped and tugged her hard beads to the point of diamonds.
Her head thrashed side to side, her legs moved restlessly against his outer thighs. She was hurtling toward a climax and he was hardly even touching her.
Shay pulled and tugged the bottom of his shirt up needing to touch him, the burning need for him to be inside of her. Foreplay was great but right now she had a scratch to itch. Drew slightly pulled away from her hands. He kept his head down so she couldn’t see his face. Why wouldn’t he let her undress him? Was it his scars? She’d seen them before when she was cleaning up his wound. They didn’t bother her.
She was about to tell him that when Drew moved his masterful tongue to her stomach. His teeth nipped at her hip bone. His hands coasting along her pant line, hinting at where he was intending to go. She forgot her own name.
Shay’s hands scrambled for purchase and could only find the back of his head and the corner of the table. “Drew please,” She whimpered. He was driving her insane. She was beyond the point of needy.
“Soon.” He murmured against her skin. His hot hands stroked over her jean clad legs.
No, now.
Something inside of Shay snapped awake. A strong and confident woman. One who knew what she wanted, who wasn’t going to wait. Who was going to take what she wanted instead of taking a backseat.
