Chapter 23
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Drew
Ishould text Will back and tell him not to show up at my door.
Dressed in a black version of the same nightwear I wore the last time he saw me in pajamas; I begin typing out a message to that effect.
Me
You can’t come to my suite. What if someone sees?
My thumbs hover over the keyboard.
Just hit Send and be done with this whole game, Drew.
But ending whatever this is between you two isn’t what you want.
You want him in your room.
Your bed.
The whole damn night.
Four sharp knocks cause me to leap off the bed, throwing my phone behind me on the duvet. I march toward the white double doors of this ridiculously large—and no doubt overpriced—suite and yank on one of the handles.
“You’re awake.” Will knows precisely what he’s doing each time he throws me his trademark smirk.
Grabbing hold of his gray sweatshirt, I pull him into my suite and slam the door behind us.
“Did anyone see you?” I rush out, squinting through the peephole set in the center of the door.
No one is lingering out in the hallway.
“Drew.”
Two hands land on my hips, and slowly, they swivel me around until my back is flat against the door, and I’ve nowhere to go except into the large arms of a looming hockey player.
His sweatshirt is open at the collar with the zipper pulled down to reveal a small amount of dark chest hair I was so tempted to run my fingers through the last time we were this close.
Black dress pants sit just above his ankles with tan loafers I’m sure cost two months of my salary alone.
And then it hits me—the woodsy cologne I smell each time I rest my head on the pillow and think about what it would be like to go to bed with this guy.
“What, Will?” I gaze up at him and sigh. At this point, I’m more exhausted than anything else. And that’s all down to me and my determination to resist what I desperately want.
Him.
Like the uber-confident guy he is, Will doesn’t take my exasperated tone personally.
If anything, there’s only understanding and patience in his expression when he leans down and whispers in my ear, “I want to sleep with you, and I don’t think I have it in me to walk away without showing you how fucking amazing my hands can make you feel. ”
I rest a palm in the center of his chest. As I suspected, his heart is beating at a wild pace. “And when tomorrow rolls around?”
He wraps his fingers around my hand and brings it to his mouth, kissing the end of my fingertips in turn. The move is romantic and not what I expected from him.
“Why don’t we just enjoy tonight and let tomorrow look after itself?”
“Is that what you tell all of them?” I mumble beneath my breath. It’s probably a little unfair, but if I’m going to be another one of his conquests, then I might as well be clear on where I stand.
Will’s lips find the shell of my left ear, and goose bumps break out all over my body. “Perhaps you should ask the girl who was sitting across my lap a half hour ago when I peeled her from my body and made a beeline for your hotel suite.”
I pull back as far as the door will let me. “What did you say to her?”
His eyes move atop my head before he pulls the black tie from my hair, letting it cascade around my shoulders. “I told her that I was seeing someone.”
A delicious shiver licks down my spine. It’s exciting and the kind of feeling every girl fantasizes about.
“Seeing someone?” I shake my head. “Will, what happens if she goes and tells the press or posts about it on social media? What then?”
He pushes a hand through my hair, and my eyelids flutter closed.
“Then I’ll confirm that I’m no longer single. That way, I can wait in peace for my girl to decide if she wants more than just one night with me.”
My eyes snap open.
Deep brown eyes stare back at me like two shots of espresso on a bright morning.
“I’ve moved from one woman to the next my whole life, and I’ve had a lot of fun in the process.
But no girl—whether it was a one-night stand or a couple of hookups and a date—ever made me want to stick around long enough to see how beautiful she’d look beneath me in the morning.
Not until you had me running around and finding excuses to grab five minutes in your company, just so you could give me more shit and add to your infuriating list of rules. ”
One palm lands flat beside my head, and his lips find mine.
At first, I think it’s me who whimpers, and then I realize that the soft moan belongs to Will.
“Take this off,” I plead into his mouth, hands finding the hem of his sweatshirt.
Our lips only part for a split second so he can remove his top, and instantly, my fingers are dancing in his chest hair, toying with the pendant I want so badly to know more about.
I know there’s a story behind it, and mysterious Will both intrigues and turns me on in equal measure.
“How do you want me?” I ask, voice a little breathy.
“Fuuuck,” Will responds, ripping my top straight down the center.
I’ve always seen myself as average-looking, but Will drinks me in like I appreciate a Manhattan made by Vesper.
“Don’t you dare tear my sleep shorts,” I warn, which causes him to snicker into my neck, thick fingers dipping below the waistband.
Like the needy bitch I am, I part my thighs so he can find my center. Sure enough, it’s embarrassingly wet when he dances two fingertips over my clit.
My moan is loud and screams of a woman who hasn’t been touched in a long time.
“This is where I’m supposed to say that I’ll make love to you in any way you want.
The cold facts are, I’m too fucking hard, and you’ve made me wait far too fucking long to even pretend like I’m capable of being a gentleman with you tonight.
” Will sucks a sharp breath through his teeth, and one long finger plunges inside me.
“Oh Jesus,” I gasp, digging my fingernails into his shoulders. I’m definitely going to leave marks, but fuck it, I’m taking what I want tonight.
“Then fuck me,” I command.
This time, his whimper is more of a maniacal groan. “Dangerous words to use with me, Drew. I’ll leave your skin sore from my mouth and your pussy aching from my cock.” A deep rumble fills the space around us. “And your voice? It’ll be nonexistent for tomorrow’s meeting.”
“Number one on my revised set of rules,” I say, gripping his hard dick through his pants.
He’s even bigger than I imagined, but I refuse to let any intimidation show in my voice.
With the weapon he’s packing, I won’t be able to sit down for days.
“Whenever we’re alone, it’s mandatory to make your publicist scream. ”
Will
I want to fuck her right here against this door. Partly because I don’t have the patience left to wait any longer, but mainly because anyone who hears her cries will know that Drew Callaghan is mine.
But just being here with her is a privilege I won’t take for granted. I know she’s anxious about us sleeping together, even if we both acknowledge that it’s going to happen anyway.
Pulling my finger from her pussy, I bring it to my mouth and let her watch how good she tastes.
Like I did that day in her apartment, I curl my hands under her ass, and she wraps her legs around my waist, tits bouncing against my bare chest as I carry her toward the bedroom.
“You’ll be pleased to know that I regret renting such a large suite. More steps are needed to get you right where I want you.”
She snorts a laugh, soft hands interlinked at the nape of my neck.
When we reach the four-poster bed, set in the center of a modern bedroom, I let Drew fall to the mattress.
Silky, dark hair fans out against crisp white bedding, and—Lord have mercy—I feel like it’s my first time having sex again.
Jon Morgan, debut season: forty-nine goals, one hundred forty-three assists.
Because I’m right on the edge of blowing and my dick needs a second to gather itself, I pin my eyes on Drew and slowly unloop my belt in front of her.
She rises up on her elbows, top teeth biting down on a plump lip I want around my cock so fucking badly.
“Do you know how hot that is for a woman?” Her eyes fall to my belt as I pull it from my pants, dropping it to the floor.
I wink at her. “Really? I had no clue.”
She rolls her eyes, and I pop the button on my pants. I swear to God, I can smell her sweetness from here. Or maybe it’s the lingering taste of her perfect pussy that’s driving me wild.
Wearing only black boxer briefs that hide nothing, I stand over Drew and lift my chin at her sleep shorts. “Take them off and spread yourself. Show me what I’m fucking tonight.”
Her mouth falls open, and I wonder if it’s shock, disgust, or excitement. I hope it’s the latter.
“Dirty boy,” she scolds, thumbs hooking under her waistband. “I thought your mama brought you up better than that.”
I grip my dick. “Nah. And there will be nothing classy about the way I’m going to fuck you.” I push my boxers to the floor and let my dick spring free.
This time, I know it’s excitement in her eyes as she takes me in.
“Will …” Drew’s voice is hesitant but needy as she points to my cock. “That is not normal. It’s more of a weapon than a dick. Do they make condoms big enough to fit that thing?”
Fuck. I’ve never forgotten about contraception before, but this girl makes my brain useless.
“I have one in my wallet. If you want me to wear one, then I can.”
When Drew doesn’t automatically say yes, I struggle holding it together, or, more specifically, not fucking blowing my load right here and now.
Holy shit. She wants to go bare with me.
“I’m on birth control, I haven’t been with anyone since I last got tested, and I know you guys are always peeing in cups.”
I feel my chest tighten. After all the girls I’ve slept with, I didn’t think that I could have a first with someone again.
“It’s your call,” I say with an easy smile designed to hide my nerves.
“I think”—she shimmies a little on the bed, taunting me—“that you want to feel every part of me.”