Chapter 25
TWENTY-FIVE
ALLY
“Let’s go to bed, Ally.”
After the conversation we had in the car, they’re the last words I expected to hear from Drew. But he said he lied about that, that he wants me so fucking bad, and I believe him. I’m holding the evidence in my hand—his erection is thick and throbbing, and the tip is slick with moisture.
But it’s not just that. His breathing’s changed, and he kissed me like he was starving for it. There’s no doubt in my mind that he wants me. Physically, at least.
“Let’s go to bed,” he repeats, and I reluctantly take my hands off him so we can stumble down the hall to his room. The overhead light’s on, illuminating a king-sized bed with rumpled navy sheets.
“Can we leave the light on?” he asks.
“Yeah.”
I’m flattered by how pleased he looks by my answer. He wants to see me.
I want to see him, too. I watch him cross the room to close the blinds, admiring the muscles of his back. He could probably tell me the name of every muscle, and maybe sometime I’ll ask him.
But now’s not the time for that. He’s walking back to me now, his dark eyes heavy with lust and an erection straining against his boxers. He wants me just as much as I want him.
And I do want him, so badly that my body’s thrumming with it. Badly enough that I can forget he didn’t want to do this until I promised I didn’t want a relationship. Until I assured him I had no illusions about what this was.
I know this is temporary, but right now that doesn’t matter. Tonight he’s mine, and I’m going to enjoy it.
I’m going to enjoy him.
I take off my top and let it drop to the floor, and watch Drew’s breath hitch.
“God, Ally, you’re perfect,” he mutters, staring reverently at my naked chest. I’d always thought my breasts were too small, but apparently he doesn’t think so.
Drew closes the distance between us and pulls me against him. His body’s hot and hard, and I rub against him like a cat.
A moan slips out of me, and Drew makes a guttural sound deep in his throat. His hands start to move over me, and it feels like they’re everywhere at once. The sides of my breasts, my waist, my butt, then up to my breasts again. It’s like he wants to explore me quickly, in case I disappear.
“Hey,” I breathe. “We have all night.”
Drew’s hands go still on my waist. “Sorry,” he says, his voice a little sheepish. “It’s just—tell me what you like.”
I guide his hands to my breasts, and he cups them and starts to knead. “That,” I mutter. “Just like that.” His hands are warm and strong, and I shudder with pleasure.
“Lie down,” he instructs, guiding me toward the bed.
I fall backward onto the bed, and yelp as my shoulder blade hits something hard.
“What’s wrong?” Drew asks as I roll to the side. “Oh, shit, I’m sorry, Ally.” He picks something up off the bed and sets it on the floor with a thud.
“What was that?” I ask.
“Laptop. You okay?”
“Fine, I think,” I say. “Is your laptop okay?”
“Fuck the laptop,” he mutters. “You sure you’re all right?”
“Well, I should probably see a doctor to be sure.”
He frowns. “Where does it hurt?”
“Everywhere,” I tell him with a grin. “You’ll have to examine me all over.”
I watch his expression change as he realizes I’m teasing him. “You’re wicked, that’s what you are,” he says. “You’re okay, really?”
I nod. “I’m fine. But I still expect a thorough exam.”
Drew chuckles as he stretches out next to me, and I’m relieved the laptop mishap doesn’t seem to have killed the mood.
If anything, it seems to have relaxed him.
He drops his head to my breast and takes my nipple in his mouth, alternately sucking and teasing it with his teeth.
It’s the perfect amount of suction, and heat pools between my legs.
And as though Drew senses what I need, he trails a hand down my belly, pausing at the waistband of my pajama shorts.
“Yes,” I say impatiently. “Please.”
He lifts his face from my chest so he can look me in the eye as he slips his hand under the waistband of my shorts. I can tell the second he realizes I’m not wearing panties, and he groans.
“You feel so good,” he mutters, as his fingers trail lower. “Fuck, Ally, you’re soaking wet.”
I can’t reply; I can’t focus on anything beyond the fact that he’s found my clit. His clever fingers start to massage, and I whimper with need.
“Right there?” he asks, increasing the pressure.
“Yes. There. Yes, oh please—”
A knot of hot tension grows in my lower belly. Drew keeps his thumb on my clit and slips a finger inside me, and I start to jerk my hips against him. He adds a second finger, long and deep, and it’s too much.
I close my eyes as sensation takes over. The knot of pleasure tightens, until I think it’s going to consume me. It’s not enough, it’s too much, and I cry out as I come apart.
When I open my eyes, Drew’s staring at me like I’ve achieved something remarkable.
“You’re amazing,” he murmurs.
“Mmmm,” I say inarticulately.
He pulls his fingers out of me and slowly licks them clean. “And delicious.”
“Mmmm.”
Drew puts his arm around me and stretches out next to me, and I feel his erection nudge my hip.
“Your turn,” I say softly.
His breath hitches. “You sure?”
“I want to. I want you inside me.”
He groans. “One sec,” he says hoarsely. I watch with interest as he shucks off his boxers.
He’s big. Very big, actually, and if I weren’t still floating in the afterglow of a spectacular orgasm, I’d be worried he wouldn’t fit.
But as it is, I’m not worried about anything. In fact, I feel like I could do anything, and Drew could do anything, and we’re going to fit perfectly.
He finds a condom in the drawer of his bedside table and covers himself, then kneels beside me on the bed.
“I think these’ll have to come off,” he says, tugging gently at the hem of my pajama shorts.
I’d forgotten I was still wearing the shorts. I nod and lift my hips so he can pull them off.
Drew goes still and stares at me. “You’re beautiful, Ally.”
His voice is rough as sandpaper, and it sends a rush of heat straight to my core. The tension builds again.
“Now, Drew. Please.”
He smiles as he slips a hand between my legs. “There, Ally?”
“Yes,” I say roughly. “Please . . .”
He positions himself between my legs, and a moment later I feel the broad head of his penis pressing at my entrance. His eyes meet mine, and I nod.
With a single, decisive thrust, he drives into me, burying himself to the hilt. I’ve never felt so stretched, or so full, or so good.
“God, you’re tight,” he mutters with a groan. “So wet . . .”
And then he starts to move, slowly at first, like he’s trying to hold himself back. His eyes are closed, his breathing is ragged, and he looks magnificent. He picks up speed, in, out, deeper than anything I’ve felt before. My hips buck to match his rhythm, faster and faster.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Ally,” he says, as he drives in and out of me. He mutters sweet words, dirty words, words that are barely coherent. “Sweet . . . fuck . . . Ally . . . mine . . . mine . . .”
It’s wild and primal, and I feel claimed. Possessed. The pleasure grows again, a hot and unstoppable wave, and I come for the second time.
I’m dimly aware that Drew’s still moving, pumping in and out as I ride out the aftershocks. All of a sudden he shudders and collapses on top of me, and I revel in the feeling of his weight pressing me into the bed.
After a moment, he withdraws and rolls to the side, then pulls me into his arms and kisses my hair. His hand wanders down my ribcage to rest on my belly, and he sighs with satisfaction.
We lie quietly for a few minutes, feeling each other breathe. Then Drew finally gets up and heads to his ensuite bathroom, and I get up and walk down the hall.
I’ve slept with him, but I can’t let myself sleep in his bed.
Because he doesn’t want a relationship.
I sleep surprisingly well, and don’t wake up until ten the next morning. When I make it out to the kitchen, Drew’s sitting at the table eating a bowl of cereal.
“Hey, Ally,” he says casually. “How did you sleep?”
His expression’s a little wary, and I know he’s really asking if I have any regrets.
“Good,” I admit, and I feel a blush spread across my cheeks. “I mean, well, I guess.”
“What?” Drew looks confused.
“I should’ve said I slept well, not I slept good,” I clarify. I don’t want him to think I’m an ignoramus. “Grammatically, I mean. It needs an adverb? Right?”
Drew’s expression clears. “Ah. Right. An adverb.”
“How’d you sleep?” I turn the question back at him, and he grins.
“Very good.”
“Good.” I hesitate, wondering if he’s going to say something more. To try to clarify what this is and what it isn’t.
He doesn’t, so I walk to the cupboard and pour myself a bowl of Cheerios.
“What are your plans for the day?” he asks as I join him at the table.
“Grocery shopping this morning,” I tell him. “Let me know if there’s anything you want me to pick up.” I glance out the window. “And the weather looks good, so I’ll probably go for a run along the lake. How about you? Want to come running?”
“What, I’m allowed to exercise again?” he teases. “You’re not going to order me to spend the day on the couch?”
“Well, I don’t know,” I say thoughtfully. “How are you feeling?”
He pauses and pretends to think about it. “Pretty great, actually.”
“Then yes, you’re allowed to exercise again. Just, you know, don’t overdo it.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he deadpans. “Let’s go grocery shopping first, then we’ll run.”
“You want to come grocery shopping?” I ask.
He shrugs. “Sure.”
So we finish our cereal and head down to the parking garage together. When we get to his SUV, Drew hands me the keys.
“You can drive this time.”
“What?” I try to hand the keys back, but he doesn’t take them. “No. No, I—”
“You said you have a learner’s permit, right?” he interrupts.
“Well, yeah, but—”
“You have it with you?” He glances pointedly at my purse. “I mean, with such a large bag you must have space—”