“Sorry,” I said. I felt like a bit of spinach left to wilt for too long. All the life was draining out of me at the thought that I was ruining this before it even started.
Drake looked at me with a flash of a grin. “Your apartment’s close enough,” he said.
A beat after he’d finished talking, I was grabbing him by the hand, marching back out through the building, and rushingdown the street so fast it was a wonder we didn’t get run over while crossing.
The second the door to my apartment closed behind us, he was on me – strapped-up wrist or not, he clearly didn’t need two hands to get what he wanted.
With each layer of clothing that landed on the floor in my hall, on the bedroom floor, and on the bed itself – and between air-stealing kisses – he told me how it would be. “No more secrets,” he said. “No more hiding things… no more rivalry. No more misunderstandings.”
“No more misunderstandings,” I agreed fervently because I had had more than enough of those.
We struggled together to get his shirt off over his head with the sling, and then when we were both naked I looked at his glorious body and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I dropped to my knees, rewarded by a widening of his golden-honey eyes and a sharp intake of breath as he realized what I was doing.
“Keep talking,” I urged him. “Tell me more.”
“I’m going to be honest with you,” he said, giving a strangled moan as I took him in my hands. He was hard already, and he twitched in my hands – then again when I lowered my lips around his head. “I’m going to be open. So open, you might want me to shut up.”
I took his shaft all the way down, breathing through my nose to concentrate, until my lips hit the base of his shaft. He tried to say something, moaned instead, and shifted his shoulders like he was desperate to keep trying.
“No more pushing too hard. No more letting people like Grey and stupid assumptions come between us. No more jealousy.”
I pulled back. His dick popped out of my mouth with an audible sucking noise. “No more jealousy?”
“Okay,” he said, rolling his head back and then begging me with his eyes to keep going. “Maybe a little jealousy. But the adorable, possessive kind where we come back to your place and fuck each other stupid afterward because we know there’s never any chance that we’d actually need to be jealous.”
I sucked him down and began a steady rhythm, working the base of his shaft with my hands at the same time.
“We’ll be a team. In the kitchen. Here. Anywhere. Always a team. No more competition. Not unless it’s just for fun.”
His hand curled into the hairs at the back of my neck. I paused for a moment to take off my glasses, which were getting in my way, and toss them onto a chair by the bed where I normally kept my uniform folded ready for the next morning.
“What else?” I prompted, working on him again.
“No more – ah…” he tried, but he couldn’t speak. He tried again, and again, but I kept timing it just right. I flicked my tongue over his head, twisted my hand and my mouth in opposite directions, increased my speed. Each time he cut himself off with a moan.
Until it turned into a growl.
He lifted me, bending and grabbing me, and threw me onto the bed. It was so unexpected that I yelped, then scrambled back and looked at him, standing over me. He dropped onto his elbows and knees above me with a fierce look.
“I had to stop you,” he said. “I was going to fall over the edge, and I couldn’t let that happen yet. I need to be inside you, first.”
I shivered. “Then hurry up.”
He grinned wolfishly and looked to my nightstand, where he knew now I kept a bottle of lube. It was all over his hand, all over me, inside me before I could blink, and his fingers massaged my hole until I was the one moaning in need.
“Any demands?” he asked.
“No more moving things in my kitchen,” I groused.
“Our kitchen,” he reminded me with a cluck of his tongue and a curl of his fingers.
I groaned long and low. “Our kitchen,” I conceded. “No more tempting me in the middle of service.”
“You don’t want to be tempted?”
I moaned and pitched my head back against the pillows as his fingers curved into that spot again. “Okay, fine. I love it when you tempt me in the middle of service. Don’t you have anything bigger to put in there?”
He chuckled and shook his head. “I fucking love it when you get dirty, Raf,” he said.
