But I couldn’t deny the way his strokes unraveled me, pulling a whimper from my throat as my hips lifted off the mattress.
“Patience, baby,” he murmured, his thumb finding my clit. He pressed down in a slow, taunting circle. “I want to savor this.”
He held my gaze, his eyes burning into mine as he finally slid one finger inside me. My inner muscles clenched around him instantly, a gasp tearing from my lips.
He kissed me hard, then pulled back just enough to whisper, “Keep quiet for me, Harper. If Rory wakes up, I have to stop. Don’t make me stop.”
The plea in his voice tangled with the fire of his touch, winding me up tighter and tighter until I was biting my lip to make sure no sound escaped. He watched my face, studying every flicker of sensation that crossed it as he began to move his finger in and out with agonizing slowness.
The intimacy was overwhelming. It wasn’t just physical—it felt like he was reaching into the deepest, most hidden parts of me. I couldn’t look away even if I’d tried.
“Good?” he asked, his voice a low rasp. His thumb circled my clit again, applying perfect pressure.
“Y-yes,” I managed, the word breaking on a quiet moan as he crooked his finger inside me, finding that spot that made stars burst behind my eyelids.
“Look at you,” he whispered, his eyes never leaving mine. “Taking my finger so perfectly. So fucking tight.” He added a second finger, stretching me slowly, watching myface intently. His thumb never stopped its relentless, perfect circles. “That’s it, baby. Let me feel you.” His voice dropped lower, rougher. “Let me feel how much you want this. How much you wantme.”
I was trembling, lost in the dual assault of sensation and his unwavering gaze. Pleasure built, hot and relentless, winding through me until I was trembling on the edge. My hips moved against his hand, seeking more friction, more depth. “Drew…please.”
“Please what, gorgeous?” His thumb pressed harder, circling faster. “Tell me.”
“I-I need…” Words failed me. The pressure was immense, the connection terrifyingly deep. Tears pricked my eyes, as I was overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of feeling—physically and emotionally.
“Need to come?” he supplied, his voice dark and knowing. His fingers thrust deeper, curling perfectly. “Come for me, Harper. Let me see you fall apart. Look at me while you do it.”
His command, the possessiveness in his voice combined with the relentless pressure of his thumb and the deep thrust of his fingers, shattered me. My back arched off the bed as I bit down on my lip, smothering the sound that tried to escape. My gaze locked helplessly with his as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. I convulsed around his fingers, my vision blurring, but I didn’t break eye contact. He watched my climax with fierce concentration, his own breath coming in ragged gasps, as if he was feeling every tremor that rocked my body.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he growled, his fingers still moving inside me, drawing out the aftershocks until I was whimpering, oversensitive and boneless. “So fucking beautiful when you come for me.”
He slowly withdrew his fingers, and I watched, mesmerized, as he brought them toward my face instead of his own mouth like he’d done in the past. It was no secret that tasting me drove him wild. His eyes were dark with desire but tender at the same time.
“I want you to taste how perfect you are,” he said softly, his voice rough with emotion. His thumb brushed across my bottom lip. “Open that sweet mouth for me.”
My heart hammered against my chest. Did I want to taste myself? It wasn’t something I’d ever considered before, but with Drew watching me like that, it felt intoxicating.
Dangerous.
And God help me, I wanted it.
I nodded, my lips parting slightly.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered, gently pressing his fingers to my lips. “See how incredible you are? How could I ever get enough?”
The taste was different from getting a hint of it when I kissed him after he went down on me. But it wasn’t unpleasant, and the way Drew watched me with fierce hunger and unadulterated love made heat pool in my belly all over again. When I gently sucked his fingers clean, his breath caught.
“Fuck, Harper,” he groaned, pulling his fingers away to capture my mouth in a searing kiss. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
His kiss stole the breath from my lungs, leaving me dizzy and aching for more. It wasn’t enough for him either because a second later, his hands went to his own clothes, yanking his T-shirt over his head.
The muscles of his chest and abdomen rippled in the dim light, as he stood briefly to shove his sweatpants and boxers down, kicking them aside. My gaze traveled hungrilyover him—the broad shoulders, the defined chest, the trail of dark hair leading down to his thick, hard cock standing proud against his stomach.
He was magnificent. And he was mine.
He reached for the nightstand drawer, fumbling for a moment before pulling out a condom. His eyes met mine again as he tore the wrapper open. “Need to be inside you,” he said, his voice thick with need. “I need to feel you wrapped around me. Nothing is as perfect as feeling your sweet pussy convulse around my cock.” He rolled the condom on with efficient movements, his gaze never wavering.
In the next breath, he was back on the bed, kneeling between my thighs. He leaned down, bracing one hand beside my head, the other guiding his cock to my entrance. The broad head nudged against me, slick with my arousal. “Look at me, Harper,” he commanded softly. “Keep looking at me.”
I nodded, unable to speak from the sheer intensity of the emotions flooding my system. Slowly, he pushed forward. The stretch was an exquisite, delicious burn as he filled me inch by agonizing inch. My nails dug into his shoulders, and I bit my lip again to hold back another moan that was threatening to escape. God, he felt so good.
