“You’re better than a fairy tale.” He trails kisses down my throbbing pulse.
“Why’s that?” My voice is breathy, and I’m having a hard time focusing on the words he says when his lips are making me feel things I didn’t know were possible. My heart pounds and that need inside me pulses, hot and achy.
When I try to press my thighs together, Drew is between them.
“You’re real, princess.” He finds this spot where my shoulder and neck meet and sucks and bites on it until my breath shortens and I’m tugging at his shirt to draw him closer.
When he touches my bare knee, I startle as electric fire jolts through me.
He lifts his head and his dark eyes meet mine.
“Is this okay?” He slides his hand up my inner thigh.
I nod, too lost in the fire he’s stirring inside me.
He smirks as he captures my lips and his hand travels higher. When his knuckles brush the outside of my panties, I gasp into his mouth. He takes advantage of my open lips and his tongue dives in. He tastes me as his knuckles stroke over my panties.
My fists clench in his shirt. He’ll have wrinkles, but I don’t care as long as he doesn’t stop touching me. My insides churn like a bomb is waiting to go off inside me and only he knows how to detonate it.
When he slides his finger along the edge of my panties, I catch my breath.
The doorbell rings through the house. We both freeze and turn toward the sound.
“You expecting someone, princess?” His hand slides back down my thigh.
Fuck. I blow out a breath. “No.”
I release his shirt and blush when I see the wrinkles in it. He kisses me briefly, then sets me back on my feet. I straighten my skirt and touch my hair before walking over to our security system to see who’s at the door.
Finn?
He grins at the camera and waves. I guess my brother isn’t the only cockblock in my life.
“Sorry.” I smile at Drew. “I’ll get rid of him.”
“No worries.” Drew leans against the counter and adjusts his cock. My eyes widen at the size of the bulge in his pants. Fuck, my mouth waters, even as my insides clench.
Shaking my head, I walk to the door. When I get to the marble entryway, footsteps echo behind me. I turn and see Drew followed.
“I am a gentleman. At least, that’s what they tell me.” His cocky grin makes those butterflies flutter again. I have no doubts he’s less than a gentleman.
I open the door and give Finn my best glare. “What do you want? Did you find out anything about Tom?”
“Manners, flower.” Finn smirks and sweeps by me into the house.
“Come on in,” I say sarcastically and shut the door.
“You must be the guy.” Finn takes a minute to look over Drew.
“This is Drew Young.” I gesture to Drew. “This is Finn Lawson, who, if he doesn’t have any information about my brother, should be leaving.”
“Wow, that’s a long name.” Drew holds his hand out to Finn.
Finn shrugs, shakes Drew’s hand, and smirks. “I usually just shorten it to Finn.”
“What are you doing here?” I cross my arms over my chest and glance at the door meaningfully.
“I’m checking up on you, flower.” Finn tugs on a strand of my hair and turns to Drew. “Do I smell dessert?”
