“Cocky,” I breathed as his thumb brushed over my hip bone.
“Can you blame me?” His lips found my collarbone, pressing open-mouthed kisses there. “After the way you came for me last night?”
Heat flooded my cheeks at the memory. “I wasn’t that loud,” I protested weakly.
Drew chuckled against my skin. “Baby, I’m pretty sure half the street heard you.” His hand slipped between my thighs, finding me already wet. “And I fucking loved every second of it.”
I gasped as his fingers teased me, my hips automatically rolling toward his touch. “Drew…”
“I want to take my time with you this morning,” he said, his voice dropping to that gravelly tone that made my toes curl. “Want to worship every inch of this perfect body.”
He rolled me onto my back, settling between my legs, and the weight of him pressed against me felt like coming home. His mouth found mine in a kiss that was slow anddeep, completely different from the passionate hunger of last night. This was about savoring, about exploring what it meant to belong to each other in the daylight.
His lips mapped a path down my throat, pausing to suck gently at my pulse point in a way that made me arch beneath him. When he reached my breasts, he took his time, lavishing attention on each one until I was writhing beneath him, my fingers tangled in his hair.
“So responsive,” he murmured against my skin. “I love how your body reacts to me.”
He moved back up, his lips finding mine and kissing me deep and slow.
“I love the way you feel,” I whispered, my hands tracing the muscles of his back.
With a reluctant groan, he broke our kiss and grabbed another condom. I nibbled my lip as I watched him roll it on.
“I want to ride you,” I blurted out.
His hands paused and he looked up at me. “What?”
My cheeks flushed. How was it possible to be embarrassed with everything we’d already done?
“I’ve never been on top before. I want to try it.”
Understanding flashed in his eyes, and he lay down on his back in one smooth motion, grabbing my hips and settling me on top of him. I wrapped my hand around him, guiding his length to my entrance before sinking down slow, inch by inch, until he filled me completely. The new angle made us both groan, and I took a moment to adjust to the feeling of being in control.
“Fuck, Harper,” he breathed, his hands gripping my hips. “You have no fucking clue how good you look right now.”
His thumbs dug into my flesh, guiding me as I began tomove. I rose slowly, feeling every inch of him drag against my sensitive walls, then sank back down, taking him to the hilt. A low groan tore from his chest.
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged. “Use me. Take what you need.”
I began to move in earnest, rolling my hips in slow circles that had his eyes rolling back. His hands roamed my body, touching and caressing every inch of skin he could reach.
God, he was so deep like this.
“Watching you fuck yourself on my cock is gonna ruin me.”
And watching him barely hold on to his restraint underneath me was going to be my undoing. His words sent heat spiraling through me, and I increased my pace, chasing the pleasure building inside me. Drew’s hands found my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my nipples.
“Fuck, yes. Ride me. Come all over my cock like you own it.”
The encouragement in his voice and the way he was looking at me like I was both a miracle and a force he’d never survive pushed me over the edge. I came with his name on my lips, my body clenching around him as waves of pleasure crashed over me.
“Fucking hell,” he groaned, his hips bucking up into me as my orgasm triggered his own.
I collapsed forward onto his chest, both of us breathing hard. His arms came around me immediately, holding me close as we came down from our high.
“We should probably get up soon,” I said eventually, though I made no move to leave his arms.
“Should we?” he asked, his hands sliding lower. “Because I was thinking we could stay right here and seehow many times I can make you come before I have to pick up Rory.”
