“We don’t know what Tom has gotten into and can’t be sure whoever is getting close to her isn’t involved.” I put that out there. Or maybe I’m just making up excuses.
Not that I need much ammunition to check on her.
Sara
Drew sits catty-corner from me at the table while he tells me stories about his adventures with the two women. I made sure the lights were low. There’s a few candles in the room for ambiance.
“Let me see if I have this correct.” I set my fork on my plate and put my elbows on the table, resting my chin in my hands. “You were fucking three women at the time. Woman one was using you to placate her parents, but didn’t know about the other two. Woman two was using you for revenge sex against woman one, but didn’t know about woman three. And woman three got off on you telling her what you did with woman one and two?”
“Yes, she did.” He rests back in his chair and his dark eyes hold me motionless. If ever there was a smolder, Drew perfected it. My lips part and an aching need claws at my insides.
“And now? How many women are you currently fucking?” I raise an eyebrow in challenge. I shouldn’t care. I’m not looking for something long-term, though he indicated that this may lead to something else. As long as he uses condoms, who am I to care where else he sticks his dick?
I cringe internally at that thought. Yeah, maybe I’m not good with the cheating stuff, but if everyone knows the score, no one gets hurt.
He leans forward and takes my hand. “Hopefully, just one.”
He brings my hand to his lips and kisses my knuckles. I laugh.
“Damn, you’re smooth.” I draw my hand back and try to cool down my libido.
“I aim to please.” He gives me that smolder again. A little hint of fear races through me with the desire.
Can I really do this? Casual sex? Am I up for this?
“How about dessert?” Standing, I grab our plates. I don’t wait for his answer, just take them into the kitchen and set the plates on the counter. What am I doing? I mean, this is what I want. This is how I free myself of Wyatt.
“Hey, are you okay?” His words are soft, but I don’t turn around.
“I’m sorry. I don’t want to screw this up.” Blowing out a breath, I stare at the countertops.
“We can go slow, princess.”
“Princess?” I turn and smirk at him.
He closes the space between us and reaches out to brush my hair behind my ear. “You’re gorgeous and proper. You have the most beautiful eyes in all the land. Pretty sure that makes you a princess.”
My breath increases at his nearness. He’s as tall as Wyatt, as flirty as Finn, and crowds me like Dante, but there’s still something missing. Definitely not the sparks because those are running riot through my veins.
Maybe missing is the wrong term. He doesn’t lack anything. I want him. He wants me. Maybe I’m so used to liking men who will never want me that I’m suspicious of his interest.
“Why don’t we take it a little at a time?” His hand slides behind my neck as his other slips around my waist, drawing me in close.
“That sounds good.” Not exactly the timeline I was hoping for, but his mouth takes mine, and I can’t think of anything but his touch as he draws me against his hard, toned body.
I’ve been kissed before. I’ve even messed around with some guys, mostly out of curiosity. But when Drew kisses me, my whole being catches on fire. He slides his tongue against my lips and I part them to let him in.
A low growl in the back of his throat at my submission makes my panties wet. My pussy pulses with need. I clutch his shirt to hold myself up as my knees try to give out. When his tongue slides against mine, I whimper.
He tastes of whiskey and sin.
He pulls me in close as he devours my mouth. The kiss is carnal and needy and everything I’ve never had before. When he lifts me against him, I make a startled noise. He chuckles against my lips as he sets me on the counter, which helps with the height difference.
He cradles my face and nips at my lips. “You taste like strawberries, princess. I fucking love strawberries.”
A shiver courses through me as I open my eyes to his darkened ones.
He trails his thumb along my jaw. Leaning in, he kisses along the sparks he left behind.
