She wasn’t complaining. Shay had wanted him since the moment she meant him. She hadn’t wanted to fight the attraction between them. It had felt right, natural.
It was just startling how quickly she’d ended up his bed. Sha wasn’t the type of girl that had sex with any man that took her fancy. She never even considered a one night stand. It had taken months and coaxing to get her to sleep with Jeremy. She hadn’t even known Drew a whole day and they’d slept together.
She should feel disgusted with herself for it but she wasn’t. Her father would have some choice words for her if he saw her now. But he wasn’t here. It was just her, Drew, and her new sense of freedom. To do as she chose.
Shay reached out her hand hovered over his chest. His gaze was guarded as he watched her as if preparing himself for an attack. She didn’t want to hurt him. Only touch him. Drew was sensitive about his scars. They weren’t pretty but they were part of him. They didn’t bother her. She wished she could take away the pain they’d caused.
Her fingers traced over the scars along his collarbone. It was just one of many. Most of his body was covered in them. A dozen questions were on the tip of her tongue about them all but she remained silent. Drew didn’t like questions and this was something he wouldn’t tell her about.
Her heart broke for him as she skimmed over the raised flesh. She couldn’t imagine the pain they had caused.
She wore her scars on the inside whereas his were on display like a badge of honor.
She noted he was different now from earlier. He wasn’t trying to push her away anymore. What had changed? Was it just the sex or something more?
“I have a question?” One she hoped didn’t put him on the offense, but she was curious.
“What is it?” Drew asked, his voice soft and tentative. She could sense him retreating. Hiding behind his walls. Wariness returned to his eyes. His body was rigid. He probably thought she was going to ask about his scars. Maybe with time he’d open up to about them.
He started to tug the blanket up to cover himself. Oh no he didn’t. There would be no hiding his fine physique. Shay put a hand over his to halt him.
“Why were you mean earlier? Why did you push me away?” She couldn’t keep the hurt out of her tone.
She wanted to understand him. To understand why he’d become distant. Was he going to keep putting up walls between them? Or would he finally give her a little insight into his thoughts.
Anguish radiated in his eyes. “I thought to put distance between us.” He blew out a harsh breath and rolled to his back. Her body felt cold from the distance he was putting between them. “I didn’t think I was good enough for a senator’s daughter.”
Sweet, stupid man. Shay leaned over him not allowing him to retreat from her. No more barriers. Before her kidnapping she would have let it pass and hold her tongue, but not anymore. “Shouldn’t that be my choice?” She asked with a raised eyebrow, while trying to hide a grin.
She didn’t need to remind herself that he wanted her. It wasn’t a one sided attraction. It hadn’t just been a fluke. It wasn’t love, they hardly knew each other. But it was lust. Desire.
“It should.” He nodded in agreement. “But look around you? This isn’t a mansion. I don’t have a personal chef. I can’t buy you designer clothes.” He said with a wave of his hand at the room they were in.
It was a far cry from her old room. Her bedroom at her father’s house was twice the size of this. Her bathroom was bigger than this room, but that didn’t mean she needed all of that space. It was cold and empty. Full of things that held no meaning to her.
Her father’s house could burn in a fire tonight and there wasn’t a thing she could think of she’d miss. All of her best memories of that place were just that. Memories of her mother. Now it was just a prison. A large, gilded prison.
“And you think that’s all I care about?” She was offended that he thought so little of her, but she had to remind him they’d only just met. They didn’t know each other. He’d learn she was nothing like her father.
She didn’t care about politics or playing house to high officials. Shay didn’t like the
“You’ve lived your whole like in luxury, while I—” He bit off his words. It was annoying, because she wanted to know about him so badly but he kept his secrets so closely guarded.
“I don’t need or want the fancy life as you put it.” Shay explained. She’d told him more than once she lived under her father’s thumb. It wasn’t living. She hated every second. Not being able to go where she wanted. To choose her own friends. To be able to pick her own career. She didn’t have any freedom. Shay would trade it all in a heartbeat if she could.
Shay slid over his body, once again straddling his hips. His cock started to grow and prod against her backside. Shethought he’d need more time to recover but she guessed not. “This is what I want.” She told him open and honest. “You and me.”And whatever else comes.She left unspoken.
Drew didn’t say anything as he lowered her down over his hard cock. Time, she reminded herself. Time would show him.
Chapter 21
Drew turned to his nightstand glaring at his phone as it rung. He laid on his back with Shay draped over his chest like a blanket reluctant to move. They’d exhausted each other out over the past few hours. He lost count how many times they’d made love. It was like they were two horny teenagers that couldn’t get enough of each other.
He may not be as young as he used to but his cock had been more than willing to keep up with his passionate lover. Reality was rearing its ugly head now.
“What?” He snapped ready to end the call and get back to snuggling.
Snuggling him. He never thought he’d think about that word. It was as foreign to him as love. Drew was no stranger to sex. He was a workaholic, not dead. But the women in his life had been fleeting and forgettable.
