Chapter 38
THIRTY-EIGHT
His hands found the hem of my sweater, pausing just long enough for me to nod before lifting it over my head. His eyes darkened as they took in the black lace bra I’d chosen that morning, and I felt a flush of satisfaction at his sharp intake of breath.
“Were you planning this?” he asked, his fingers tracing the delicate pattern along the tops of my breasts.
“Maybe.” I reached for his belt, my fingers slowly undoing the buckle, teasing him the way he always teased me. “Are you complaining?”
“Hell, no.” He captured my hands, stilling them, his thumbs stroking over my knuckles. “But first—” He cupped my face, forcing me to meet his eyes. “I need you to know this isn’t just about celebrating or going public.”
My heart stuttered. “What is it about?”
“It’s about you. About us.” His thumb traced my cheekbone with devastating gentleness. “About the fact that I’m completely gone for you, Harper Tinsley.”
His words left me feeling more exposed than I ever had. Before I could respond, he was kissing me again, and this time there was nothing desperate about it. This time, he kissed me like he had all the time in the world, like he wanted to memorize every second.
When he finally pulled back, every nerve ending in my body was on fire.
“Now,” he said, his voice rough with desire, “let me show you exactly how much I’ve been thinking about this.”
His hands made quick work of my jeans, sliding them down my legs along with my panties. The cool air hit my bare skin, but Drew’s heated gaze made me feel like I was burning from the inside out.
“You’re incredible,” he breathed, his hands skimming up my thighs. “I can’t believe I get to touch you like this.”
If he kept talking like this, my heart was going to beat right out of my chest.
No one had ever made me feel as much as he did.
Anger.
Frustration.
Need.
But also, happiness.
He made me feel beautiful and precious and amazing just the way I was. And I’d never realized how much I craved that kind of acceptance and affection until Drew gave it to me without me ever having to ask for it.
I tugged at his shirt, and he helped me pull it over his head. Then his hands were everywhere—in my hair, skimming over my curves, making me arch against him with sounds I couldn’t control.
“I know I’ve said it before, but goddamn, I love those little noises you make,” he murmured against my throat. “Drives me fucking crazy.”
His mouth found my pulse point, and I gasped as he sucked gently, marking me. The possessiveness of it sent heat spiraling through me.
“Drew, please,” I breathed, my hands grabbing at his belt.
Why was he still wearing pants?
“Please what, baby? Tell me what you need.”
“Make me come.”
He groaned at my words, quickly shedding his clothes before pressing me back onto the bed.
He settled between my legs, the weight of him making me feel safe and claimed at the same time.
His lips found my collarbone, then traced a burning path down my body, worshipping every inch of skin along the way.
A low growl rumbled in his chest as he worked his way to where I needed him most. His hands gripped my hips, fingers digging into my flesh as he pressed his face against my stomach.
“Fuck, you smell incredible.” His tongue traced a searing trail down my abdomen, making my muscles quiver.
“Been dreaming about this all fucking day.”
He nudged my legs apart, his breath hot against my inner thighs.
“Look at you,” he whispered, his voice thick with reverence.
“So fucking perfect. All mine.” He didn’t ask permission this time—his tongue swiped through my slick folds in one long, possessive stroke that had my back arching off the bed.
“Oh God!” My hands flew to his hair, tangling in the brown strands as he feasted on me. His mouth was relentless—sucking, licking, circling my clit with just the right pressure to make stars explode behind my eyelids. “Drew! Right there—fuck!”
Pleasure was racing through me faster than I could process.
“You taste like heaven,” he groaned against my core, the vibration making me cry out.
“So sweet. So fucking wet for me.” He slid two fingers inside me, crooking them against that spot that made my vision blur.
“That’s it. Take my fingers like the greedy girl I know you are.
” His thumb pressed hard circles on my clit while his fingers pumped.
“Gonna make you come so hard you forget your own name.”
I was already close, urgency clawing at me, my hips rocking against his face. “Drew… I’m—”
“Come.” The command was guttural, absolute. “Now, Harper. Let me feel you.”
As if that simple command controlled my body, I shattered, screaming his name as my orgasm ripped through me.
He didn’t stop, licking me through the convulsions and swallowing every drop as I trembled against him.
When the last tremor subsided, he pressed a soft kiss to my oversensitive clit, making me whimper.
“One,” he murmured against my thigh, nipping the tender skin. “How many can I get tonight?” Before I could recover, his mouth was on me again, sucking my clit between his lips while his fingers worked deep inside me. “I think we should find out.”
A moan escaped as I tried desperately to catch my breath. How was it possible for one orgasm to wreck a person so thoroughly?
He rubbed against a spot that had my thighs trembling again and he hummed deep in his throat. “So responsive. Love how you pulse around my fingers.” He added a third finger, stretching me deliciously. “Gonna fill you up so good. This pussy was made for my cock.”
I didn’t know what was happening to me, but it felt like all my nerve endings were going haywire.
“Too much—” I gasped, but my body arched into his touch, betraying me.
“Not enough,” he corrected, his tongue flicking rapidly against my clit.
“You can take more. Gonna make you come again. Right. Fucking. Now.” He sucked hard, fingers curling just right, and another orgasm crashed over me—sharper, brighter, tearing a ragged sob from my throat.
God, it had never felt this good before.
He gentled his touch, lapping softly as I trembled. “Beautiful,” he breathed, kissing my inner thigh. “So fucking beautiful when you fall apart for me.” He rose, his cock hard and leaking against my stomach. “Think you can give me one more? I’m dying to feel you come on my cock again.”
“Then quit talking and fuck me like you mean it.”
He groaned, the sound rough and hungry, as he quickly put on a condom and then drove into me. He pushed inside in one smooth, deep thrust that stole my breath.
“Fuck me, you feel so good,” he growled, hips snapping forward, burying himself to the hilt.
“Never been this good.” He dropped down, his mouth meeting mine in a kiss that felt like a claiming.
“Made for me,” he groaned against my lips before he pulled almost all the way out.
He slammed back in, making me cry out. I’d never had anyone fuck me as rough as Drew sometimes did, like he was feral and could only be satisfied if we were bound together.
I’d never even considered that I might like sex like this, but it turned out I loved it.
“That’s it. Take me. All of me.”
He hooked my legs over his shoulders, changing the angle, hitting impossibly deeper. “Look at me,” he commanded, his hazel eyes burning into mine. “Want to watch you when you come on my cock again.”
His thrusts were relentless, driving into me with a force that had the headboard banging against the wall. I was already climbing again, the friction against my swollen clit, the stretch of him inside me, the hungry possession in his gaze—it was too much, and yet not enough at the same time.
I craved being consumed by him.
He tipped his head back, letting out a deep growl. “Fuck, Harper. I can feel your pussy fluttering—fuck, give it to me. Come for me.”
It wasn’t a demand, it was a plea, and I couldn’t deny him even if I wanted to.
I screamed as the third orgasm tore through me, my inner walls clamping down on him in rhythmic pulses.
He roared, his thrusts turning erratic as he followed me over the edge.
He collapsed over me, his forehead pressed to mine as we gasped for air.
“Three,” he murmured, kissing me roughly. “And I’m not even close to done with you.”
I woke to the feeling of Drew’s lips pressing soft kisses along my shoulder blade, his stubble scratching deliciously against my skin. Morning light filtered through my blinds, casting warm stripes across the rumpled sheets that barely covered our naked bodies.
“Mmm,” I hummed, stretching languidly as his arm tightened around my waist. “What time is it?”
“Early,” he rasped, his voice thick with sleep yet edged with a hunger that hadn’t dimmed overnight. His lips found the sensitive spot behind my ear. “Ava doesn’t expect me for Rory until ten.” His hand slid down my stomach, fingertips grazing the top of my thigh. “We have hours.”
There was something different about the way he looked at me this morning—like he was memorizing every detail. His fingers traced the curve of my cheek with a reverence that made my breath catch.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he whispered. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”
“I can’t believe you’re mine either,” I admitted, running my fingers through his disheveled hair. “My boyfriend.”
The word felt laughably inadequate for the fire he lit inside me.
He grinned at that, boyish and proud. “Your boyfriend who gets to wake up next to you.” His hand skimmed down my side, his eyes darkening with hunger. “Your boyfriend who knows exactly how to make you fall apart.”
“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 and deep, 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 to move. 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 see how many times I can make you come before I have to pick up Rory.”
The suggestion sent a fresh wave of desire through me, and I lifted my head to look at him. “Is that a challenge?”
His grin was pure sin. “Baby, that’s a promise.”