He handed me the flowers with a kiss that ended far too soon, then immediately reached for Rory, who practically launched herself from my arms to his.
“How’s my girl? Did you give Harper a hard time while I was gone?” He nuzzled her neck, making her squeal with delight.
“She was great. We started dinner prep together—she supervised while I chopped vegetables.”
Drew laughed. “Sounds about right.”
We fell into our usual evening rhythm—Drew finishing the pasta while I put together a salad, both of us talking to Rory and making her laugh with silly faces. After dinner, I practiced on my violin while Drew gave Rory a bath and read her a book before bed.
When I finally set my violin aside, Drew was waiting on the couch, Rory already asleep in her crib. I settled in beside him, and I was certain I’d never been happier. For the first time, love and music felt like the same thing—both filling me to the brim until I felt like nothing could ever go wrong.
FORTY-FIVE
When Drew walked in the door after working late, he found me sitting on the couch, a pink poofy headband keeping my hair back and a pore strip on my nose. He stopped in his tracks, dropping his bag to the ground. The corners of his lips lifted slowly until he was full-on grinning at me.
“Never thought I’d find pore strips sexy.”
I laughed. “Oh, is this doing it for you?”
He walked toward me like a lion stalking its prey until he’d caged me between his arms, his hands holding firmly to the back of the couch on either side of my head. He nuzzled my neck and trailed kisses up to my ear. “Youdo it for me,” he whispered before sealing his mouth over mine.
“Pore strips aren’t sexy,” I mumbled when he moved down my neck. A moan followed my statement when he sucked on that spot where my neck and shoulder meet, and goose bumps spread down my arms.
He grabbed my hand and put it over his crotch where I could feel his stiff erection. “Does it feel like I’m turned off to you?”
I shook my head, but a giggle escaped.
“Then I guess when you’re wearing one, they can be sexy. Or maybe it’s just that I find you sexy no matter what you’re wearing…ornotwearing.”
A laugh burst free. “You’re crazy.”
“Crazy for you, baby.”
I couldn’t stop laughing. This man was insane. No matter what he said, I couldn’t believe he actually thought I was sexy right now.
But then he started caressing my body and kissing my neck, and it no longer mattered whether he was insane or not because now I wanted nothing more than to strip him naked and fuck him until we both collapsed.
“Is Rory already asleep?”
“Yeah.”
“Good.”
His hazel eyes darkened, flecks of green swallowed by a stormy gold that always made my stomach flip. That look promised things—filthy, wonderful things—and I wanted every single one of them.
Without breaking eye contact, I slid off the couch, my knees hitting the plush rug with a soft thud. The movement was deliberately slow, giving him time to see exactly what I intended. His breath hitched, a sharp intake that seemed to echo in the sudden stillness of the room. His hands, which had been braced on the couch behind me, dropped to his sides.
“You gonna wrap that perfect mouth around me, baby? Fuck, I love seeing you on your knees for me.”
His gaze seared into me, that molten focus making my skin prickle with anticipation, but he stayed perfectly still, letting me set the pace.
I pulled down his gym shorts but left on his boxer briefs. Iwanted to tease him the way he always managed to tease me. When they dropped to his ankles he kicked them off, along with his shoes. The bulge beneath his black boxer briefs was impressive and straining the fabric which was already damp at the tip. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his briefs and pushed them down over his hips in one smooth motion. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and the head was flushed a deep reddish pink. A bead of pre-cum glistened at the slit.
My mouth watered.
I loved giving Drew head. He was so responsive and vocal about how good it felt that it always got me hot. He wasn’t greedy about receiving; he didn’t expect it like some guys I’d been with in the past. It was a bonus for him, but his focus was always onmypleasure, which is why it was such a head rush when I sucked him off and watched him fall apart from my mouth.
Looking up at him through my lashes, I saw the cords in his neck stand out, his jaw clenched tight. His chest rose and fell rapidly. “Fuck, Harper,” he rasped, the words rough, strained. “You don’t have to?—”
