Chapter 4 Monroe
Chapter four
Monroe
Unfortunately, when I open the bathroom door, Drake is standing directly in the path to his bed.
He's changed into a pair of gray sweatpants and a navy blue T-shirt that strains against his biceps and back.
During the time I was in the bathroom, giving myself a pep talk, he's managed to light a fire and change the sheets on the bed.
He pulls the thick duvet up and replaces the pillows before turning to glance at me.
Drake does a double-take and then stalks toward me with a growl.
"You're going to be running around here in—in that?" He raises his arms, gesturing wildly at my nightgown in growly frustration. "Are you trying to kill me, Monroe?"
"I'm not running around, Drake." I glare at him. "What do you want me to do? I didn't bring anything else to wear!"
He scoffs, and my temper flares up.
"I was supposed to be here alone," I remind him through gritted teeth, and my hands fly to my hips.
"You wear these sexy numbers at home alone, or do you save them for when you're surrounded by the dime-a-dozen mountain men?
" he grits out, jealousy dripping from his words, and I'm irrationally thrilled my little dig from earlier got to him.
He's standing so close his body heat radiates toward me, and I want to drown in his warmth.
"I don't wear this stuff for other people. I wear it for me," I huff, but knowing he thinks it's sexy has me preening a bit.
Like what you see, grump?
"Yes, Monroe, I do," Drake growls, pulling me toward him. The proof of his frustration presses firmly against my lower stomach.
"Did I say that out loud?" I squeak, staring up at him in disbelief. His low chuckle vibrates through my body and straight to my clit.
He captures my mouth and kisses me until I'm breathless.
When he finally breaks away, he moves along my jaw and down my throat with small love bites.
He finds that soft spot just below my ear that drives me wild, and I throw my arm around the back of his neck, tilting my head to the side to give him better access.
Drake lifts me like I weigh nothing, and I wrap my legs around him instantly. His hard bulge presses against my soaked panties, and the friction against my throbbing clit makes me whimper with anticipation.
Drake pulls back. "Monroe, let me make you mine."
"What?" I pant, dazed from the moment.
"I want to fuck you. Please." Drake gazes into my eyes, and I know if I give this man my body, he is going to own my whole heart. Yet, the next word out of my mouth doesn't come as a shock to either of us.
"Yes."
The relief on Drake's face is palpable, and he slams his lips to mine as he walks me back toward the bed.
I claw at his back like a wild animal, digging my nails into the cotton of his T-shirt.
He tosses me into the middle of the plush mattress.
Devouring my body with hungry eyes, he reaches behind his neck and removes his shirt with one hand.
"Oh God, that's sexy." I run my hands over my nipples, needing some kind of touch to ground me, or I'm liable to float up to the ceiling with all the sensations coursing through my body. "Do you practice that, or are you a natural?"
Drake pauses to stare down at me, a little grin lifting one corner of his mouth. "I was in a frat in college. One of the guy's girlfriend told him it was a huge turn-on for women if a guy could take his shirt off one-handed, so we all got together and practiced it for hours."
I throw my head back with a loud laugh, picturing Drake and a bunch of his friends in their twenties encouraging each other to learn a signature book-boyfriend move.
I'm still giggling when I look back at him.
The full grin that lights up his face makes me gasp.
I thought he was gorgeous before, but a smile on his face somehow makes him even more stunning a specimen.
Right, keep referring to him as a specimen. That way you won't fall in love.
Dingbat.
"I love your laugh, Monroe." He removes his sweatpants, and the hard bulge straining against his underwear has me licking my lips in anticipation. "If I could hear only one more sound for the rest of my life, it would be your laugh on repeat."
I raise my eyes to him in shock at his sweet words and then narrow them in mock suspicion.
"Did you practice your romantic platitude talk with your frat too?
" I joke, wondering if it's worth risking the eventual heartache that will come from this man who seems to know exactly what to say to make me fall in love.
Drake shakes his head. "Platitudes are false. I mean every word." Then he drops to his knees and buries his face against my pussy.
"Oh God!" I cry out. He sucks and licks me through the lace of my panties as I writhe against him. My hand is tangled in his hair, and I push and pull him away as the sensations overtake me.
He grips my underwear in his large hands and rips it in half.
"Hey!" I call out. I didn't bring many clothes this weekend, but then he licks me from back to front, and I break off with a moan, my ruined panties forgotten as he flicks his tongue against my clit like he's on a mission.
"Oh fuck!"
Drake pushes my legs down and up as he opens me wide to him. He's mumbling against my skin, whispering words of awe and devotion, but all I can concentrate on is the intense build up happening in my body.
"Oh God, Drake," I call out, pulling his hair hard when he thrusts a thick finger into my soaked core. "Oh, oh, oh!"
"You like that, bombshell?" he asks, adding a second finger and then continues the rhythm on my clit so that I can't tell what is driving me higher: his fingers or tongue.
I shamelessly ride both, so taken away with pleasure that any ounce of self-consciousness has flown out the freaking window, gone with the blizzard.
I'm so close to release, my legs shake around his head as I sob with anticipation. Drake reaches one hand up and thumbs my nipple over the soft fabric, and then I explode.
"Oh God, yes, yes, yes!" I pant over and over as my release drenches his face. My legs continue to shake as he licks me through my orgasm. When the throbbing stops, I look through my thighs at the man who made me come faster than I've ever been able to by myself.
His eyes crackle with heat, like he's literally burning for me from the inside out, and my greedy pussy throbs with his next words.
"Next time, I'm going to lick up all your sweet honey like a grizzly bear, but I'd like to fuck you now, and I can't wait another second."