Chapter 12
Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
—Aristotle
Fable
After playing our silly, sexy game of true confessions, we tease each other like crazy, taking off each other’s clothes between lingering kisses and possessive caresses meant to ignite.
I love this playful side of Drew. He’s funny, he’s sweet, and he’s sexy as hell.
When he said he wanted to see just how wet I really was, everything inside me went loose and hot.
And when he proceeded to yank off my sweatpants and slip his fingers beneath my panties, I nearly came right then and there.
Being with Drew, naked and open like this—I’ve never experienced anything like it. I’ve never felt as close to another human being in my life as I feel to Drew Callahan at this very moment.
I’m pinned beneath him, trapped, but there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
His soft hair brushes against my chest as he makes his descent down my body, sending a scattering of gooseflesh across my skin.
His hot mouth is everywhere, searching me, and I feel like I’m floating on a cloud, completely lost, too caught up …
“Look at me, baby.” I open my eyes, startled by the endearment. He rarely calls me anything but my name. “Watch me,” he whispers.
I do as he asks, breathless as he drops tender kisses in the valley between my breasts, across my belly, all the while his gaze never leaving mine.
Reaching out, I thread my fingers through his hair, stroking his head, and he covers my breasts with his mouth, drawing one nipple between his lips with a slight tug.
I close my eyes, too overwhelmed by the delicious sensation of his mouth so intimately on my flesh, and I hold him close.
Spreading my legs, I accommodate his big body more fully as he presses against mine.
This is exactly what I’ve been wanting between us. No walls, no barriers. He finally seems as open to me as I am to him and I love it.
I love him.
He braces his upper body above me, his hands pressed into the mattress on either side of my head.
I meet his gaze, my heart fluttering as if it could take flight, when I notice the expression on his face.
It’s as if he’s at war with himself and what he should do next.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, scared he’s going to say or do something that will break this magical moment between us.
“I have a confession to make.” He hangs his head, almost as if he’s embarrassed. “I’ve never done this before.”
I frown. “Um, I hate to break it to you, but we’ve definitely done this before. Together. More than once.”
Chuckling, he meets my gaze once more. “I mean—shit, I don’t know how to say this.”
“More true confessions, Drew?” Reaching out, I touch his cheek, my fingers lingering on the stubble that lines his jaw. I like the way his bristly cheeks feel against my own when he kisses me. It’s sorta hot. He is all sorts of hot. “Don’t be shy. Just say it.”
He leans in, his mouth at my ear, his breath warm against my cheek. “I’ve never gone down on a girl before,” he whispers.
Okay, now I’m shocked. I rest my hand on his chest and push him away slightly so our eyes can meet once again. “Seriously?”
“Seriously.” He nods. I notice his cheeks are ruddy and my heart squeezes.
God, he is so stinking cute and he’s all mine. Mine, mine, mine. We’re pretending we’re perfectly normal and we’re not. We’re both all sorts of messed up.
But I don’t care if he’s troubled and has dealt with an endless amount of bullshit at the hands of a woman so disgusting I can’t even think her name, let alone say it.
I still want him. All the time. Desperately.
I know he’s damaged. I also know he’s trying his best to work through the damage and become a whole person again.
More than anything, I know he needs me. And I need him. I love him. And Drew loves me. Even though we haven’t said it to each other yet, I know deep in my heart it’s the truth.
“If you don’t want to do it, you don’t have to.” I’m giving him an excuse to back out because the last thing I want to do is pressure him. He’s dealt with enough pressure in his life. Our game of true confessions was hard for him. I knew it would be. But I think it helped us become closer.
A sexy smile curves his lips and I’m momentarily breathless at the sight of it. “Oh, I want to, Fable. More than you can possibly imagine.”
Now it’s my turn to become embarrassed, and I feel my cheeks heat. “So what are you waiting for?”
“I just … wanted to warn you. In case I somehow screw it up.” He lowers himself so his body covers mine, his mouth against my neck. He’s kissing and nibbling me there, driving me crazy with the way he touches me, and I close my eyes, losing myself.
Finding myself. With him.
He’s somehow worried he’s going to go about this all wrong, but he doesn’t know that no matter what, he can’t possibly screw this up. That everything he does, everything he says, how he touches me, is all so perfect, it’s scary. He’s all I ever want. All I’ll ever need.
Drew maps my body with his hands and mouth, his tongue …
God, his tongue. He licks me everywhere, tasting me, savoring me, until I’m writhing beneath him, my entire body on fire.
He skims his fingers along the insides of my thighs so lightly I shiver.
My entire body is shaking in anticipation as he kisses the sensitive flesh of my stomach, my hips, my thighs …
And when he finally, finally delivers that first tentative lick between my legs, I moan so loud I’m almost embarrassed.
But I’m not. How can I be, when the man I love so much is overwhelming me with pleasurable sensation after pleasurable sensation? He searches me intimately with his tongue, slipping one long finger deep inside me, and another shivery moan escapes as I arch against him.
It’s too much. It’s not enough. I both want to come and make it last and when he increases his pace, I know I’m dangerously close to splintering completely apart.
“Tell me where, baby,” he whispers against me as I’m shuddering and gasping, my fingers clenched in his hair. “Tell me how you like it.”
“Higher,” I choke out and he moves higher, his tongue flicking against my clit, his finger deep inside my body. Oh, shit, that is it. It’s perfect, just perfect where he’s touching me, licking me. Right. Fucking. There …
With a ragged whisper of his name falling from my lips, I’m coming. The waves wash over me again and again, sweeping me under, banishing my thoughts so all I can do is feel.
And then I feel him. Drew. Looming over me, his big hands gripping my hips as he positions me, and without warning, he slides deep inside my body.
I gasp at first contact, going completely still as he fills me completely.
He dips his head, his mouth crushing mine, and I can taste myself on his lips, his tongue.
I don’t care. God, it arouses me even more, and within an instant our bodies are a frenzy of movement as we rock against each other, into each other, taking us higher and higher until we’re both panting, sweating, heaving masses of tangled flesh.
He presses his forehead to mine, his breath hot in my face, and I open my eyes to find him watching me. “Fable.” He swallows hard and closes his eyes, breathing so deep his bare chest brushes against mine. “You feel so fucking good.”
I’m completely undone. So is he. I feel like we’re both going to absolutely die if we don’t come at this very instant. Together. Orgasm number one is already a distant memory. Orgasm number two is threatening to take over and I wind my legs around his waist, sending him deeper.
His thrusts increase, become more urgent, and I move with him. Encouraging him with murmured words, stroking his back with my fingernails, resting my palms on his muscular backside so I can push him farther. Our bodies are smashed so close together, I feel like we’re a permanent part of each other.
I’ve heard those sorts of declarations before. Where two become one and you can’t tell where one begins and the other ends, blah, blah, blah. I always thought it sounded like a bunch of romantic crap.
But I feel that way right now with Drew. As if our bodies are entwined, bound so tight we could never, ever come apart. His heart is mine.
And my heart is his.
I breathe his name across his lips as I begin to tremble.
This orgasm is different from the first one.
It starts low in my belly, radiating through my muscles, my bloodstream, until my entire body is shaking.
He keeps moving, keeps thrusting, hard, harder, driving my climax on until he strains above me, consumed by his own orgasm.
I’m captivated by the powerful display of his tense muscles and I run my hands across his shoulders, down his chest. His skin is hot, his flesh unyielding, and tears form at the corner of my eyes at the swell of emotion that threatens to take over me.
The need to express my feelings for him is so overwhelming, I’m afraid I might burst. I don’t want to say it first. He may have written it in a note, but he’s never, ever said those words out loud to me. I want him to say them.
I need him to say the words first.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I inhale deep, trying to calm my racing heart.
Drew drops a lingering kiss to my forehead before he pulls away and climbs out of bed.
I assume he’s throwing away the condom I never even realized he’d slipped on and I roll over on my side, hugging myself as I curl up into a ball.
My emotions are a jumbled mess. What the hell just happened? We’ve had plenty of sex the last few days, but this time I feel like I was hit by a semi truck.
“Hey.” He rests his hand on my bare shoulder. “Are you all right?”