13. Drew
Chapter Thirteen
DREW
Waiting for Kate at the edge of the lobby, my pulse quickens, and there’s a quivering in my core. Am I nervous?
No. A girl hasn’t made me nervous since I was in eleventh grade. And that’s only because she was a university student—a real woman.
That’s what I like about Kate. She’s real in the best sense of the word. It’s also the number one reason I should turn around right now and never come back. But I won’t. Whatever happens, I’m already caught up in this. Might as well enjoy myself.
The lift doors slide open. A woman dressed in a skin-tight leather skirt and calf-high boots steps out, her heels clacking against the floor. With every step, I realize it’s her. Those legs. That waist. Those lips.
She spies me standing in the corner shadows and picks up her pace, walking so quickly she might not be able to stop herself from colliding with me. Kate’s so close now. I inhale her floral perfume and a hint of mint on her breath. Without a word, her hands grasp my leather lapel, and her lips crash into mine. Her warm mouth embraces me in a fervent kiss.
Whoa. Is this the same shy Kate from the photo shoot? The one I’ve been dying to kiss since she looked at me from across the room? She pulls me closer, and I softly caress her face. My head goes fuzzy in a euphoric cloud of release and pleasure. What can I say? The girl gets me high.
She pulls back, resting her hands on my chest while mine cascade down her back along her silky hair. I don’t want to let her go.
“Hey,” I say, catching my breath.
“Hi.” Her gaze flutters away, and her cheeks glow a heavenly pink.
“What was that for?” And how can I get more?
She looks up, her green eyes glinting with flecks of gold. “My sketchpads. How did you find them?”
“You’re not the only one who’s resourceful.”
I’m not entirely sure why I did it—go out of my way to find Kate’s beloved sketch pads. Maybe it’s because she paid for breakfast—I don’t think I’ve dated a woman who’s ever opened her wallet. Or maybe it’s because Kate’s a fellow artist, and I understand how fickle inspiration can be. Sometimes, you have to manufacture it with the right tools.
Turns out, the Fredrickson factory isn’t far from London, and I was able to get them delivered by the evening. I dropped twelve hundred quid on them. She’s got champagne taste. A quality I’m used to with women. But I would send her three new sketch pads every day if it got her to kiss me like that.
“Well, thank you. It means the world to me.” Kate takes a step back, but I rest my hand on her waist, reeling her back in and praying she doesn’t run off.
“Is that how you say thank you in California?”
“No.” She giggles. “So . . . where are you taking me?”
This is the part where I want to say, to your bed , but after that kiss, I’m sure we’ll get there soon enough. “There’s a chance of rain, so I thought we could stay here and have drinks at the hotel bar.”
Kate’s lips part, and she takes a breath. “Just because I’m from California doesn’t mean I don’t like to get wet.” We both know she isn’t talking about the weather. There’s a quiet confidence in her voice that I want to encourage. Is Bold Kate coming out to play?
“It’s not raining yet. Fancy a ride?”
The corners of her pink, glossy mouth turn up in a coy smile. “I do.” Kate turns to walk toward the exit, but I take her hand and pull her back in. I kiss her hard and soft and run my thumb down the edge of her neck. To think that only yesterday, she tried to talk her way out of getting on my bike. Now, the girl can’t get enough. And neither can I.
I could kiss her all day and all night.
We zip through the streets on my bike beneath a dark sky, passing Big Ben and the Palace. London’s particularly gorgeous tonight. Behind my helmet’s shield, I’m grinning from ear to ear. There’s something about Kate. I find her exhilarating. More so than any other woman. Being with her makes me feel like a teenager again, like my life is full of fresh beginnings.
She has no idea how much she’s teasing me with her fingers gripping onto me, her hips moving against mine, and her thighs clinging to me. Oh yeah, she’s enjoying the ride. A lot.
I pull around Hyde Park and find a quiet place to park.
“Feel like taking a stroll?” I ask, removing my helmet.
“Sure.”
Taking her hand, I help her off the motorbike and watch her smooth legs glide off the seat. I wet my bottom lip. Everything about her is absolutely delicious.
“Are we even allowed to be here after dark?” she asks.
I chuckle, keeping her dainty hand safe in mine while we walk along the lamp-lit path. “See, I knew you were a Goody Two-Shoes.”
Kate’s eyes widen and glint in the golden light as she scoffs. “Goody Two-Shoes?”
“Yeah, you follow the rules, even if you’re the one who made them up.”
“You think I have my own rules to abide by?”
“I know you do.” I grasp her hand tighter. “Am I wrong?”
She emphatically says, “Yes!” and then goes silent for a moment. “I mean, my list of don’ts is a little longer than my list of dos.” Am I on her do list? “But that doesn’t mean I have rules.”
“That’s exactly what it means. And by the way, the park’s closed, so we’re not technically supposed to be here.”
She gasps playfully, covering her mouth. “You mean we’re breaking the rules?” I can’t tell if she’s mocking herself or me. But I’m done with the jokes and jabs foreplay. It’s time for unfettered play.
I plant my feet and bring her closer, holding onto the curve of her hips. “You must feel like a right rebel now.”
Kate tilts her chin up, and the tip of her nose grazes mine. “I do feel a little naughty now that you mention it.” Her words are strong enough to carry the edginess in her voice. It’s like she got all of this naughty nature pent up inside, and I get to be the one to tear down her walls and cut her wrists free from the self-inflicted cuffs that have held her hostage for who knows how long.
I tuck my hand behind her ear and lean in. Her pink, glossy lips part like two luscious candies, inviting me in for a treat. I plant a teasing kiss on her bottom lip and breathe, filling my lungs with her fruity, floral scent.
My mouth tickles hers, and then I move in, massaging her warm, velvety tongue with mine. It tastes sweet but plays with mine in a spicy way. Kate moans, slinking her arm inside my open jacket like she wants me as much as I want her.
Thunder rolls overhead with a loud crash, but we don’t stop for a breath. Not even a lightning strike could stop me from kissing her. Touching her. A chilled breeze whips around us, sweeping her long hair away from her face. Soon, droplets of rain trickle down. Slow at first and then harder and faster. Kate looks up, squinting, rain splattering on her face. I wipe her cheeks to no avail.
“Come this way.” I take her hand, and we run across the lawn, finding a weeping beech tree with umbrella-like branches. The perfect place to hide from the rain. She laughs that gorgeous laugh, both of us panting, trying to catch our breath.
“Oh, my God. I haven’t seen rain like this in forever,” she says, pushing her soaked hair out of her face.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” I’m not sure if I mean getting caught in the rain or getting caught in the rain with her in that skirt.
Beneath the shadow, I can hardly make out the rise and fall of her chest, but I can feel it. The light catches her eye and illuminates her hungry gaze in the dark. Without a word, she yanks on my jacket. I crash into her again and walk her back against the tree trunk. She may be a good girl, but she’s also a force. And I like it.
My mouth skates along her jaw and down her neck, and I slide my hand down her bare thigh, slick with rain. Her body’s magnetism encourages me to grasp higher, inch by inch until my skin meets her leather hem. I’ve been patient enough, but something tells me not to rush. Instead, relish the wait.
She moans as I take my time unzipping her jacket. “Wait,” she says. “Are you sure it’s safe out here?”
I’m not sure if any of it is safe—the storm, me, or her. But I know one thing for sure. “I won’t let anything happen to you,” I whisper, kissing the edge of her ear, nibbling it gently.
Kate’s delicate hands travel underneath my shirt and turn defiant when she digs her fingernails into my back. I respond, grabbing a handful of her gorgeous ass and holding on tight. Her leather hem ascends the slope of her hips when I grab the other cheek. I kiss her neck, then trace one side of her collarbone with my tongue down her chest.
She opens for me and tilts her hips, eager for a ride. I rub my hand along the fine lace—the only thing keeping me from feeling all of her. Kate’s lashes flutter, and a moan escapes her mouth as I caress her warmth. She moves her hips, pleasing herself with the friction. My cock tingles and hardens against my raw denim.
Who’s teasing who now?
I look deeply into her eyes and touch my forehead to hers. I’m completely captivated by this girl. This good girl who’s gorgeous when she’s bad. We breathe in one another until our breath becomes one. Breaking the lace barrier, I slip a digit inside, sliding up her silky clit. Holy hell. This girl is driving me fucking crazy. I bite my bottom lip hard. “You’re so wet.”
She lets out a sexy whimper, and her body opens and releases, spilling more bliss on my hand. My fingers curl inside her, finding a swollen spot near the top. I tap on it like a telegraph, sending her a message to come all over me. Beautiful sounds of ecstasy flow from her lips as she grasps the back of my neck. Her thighs tremble, and I watch the way her breath bends around her moans.
Message received.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy,” I whisper, slowing my pace.
She smirks, tugging on her lower lip. “Uh-huh.”
I kiss her softly while my hands climb up her curves to her full bust—her nipples harden with every stroke of my thumb. Kate undulates her silky wetness, rubbing against my concealed cock. It’s stiffer than the bloody tree trunk. I lower my stance, slide her shirt up, and reveal the bare breasts that teased me during the photo shoot. Even in the dark, I know they’re gorgeous. This time, I don't waste a second before I take one of her sweet, pink cherries in my mouth.
She grabs my hair, resting her cheek on my head, and breathing heavily in my ear. I kiss her hungrily again. I can’t get enough of her. Locked at the mouth, she wrestles my belt loose and releases the button on my jeans. The sound of my zip falling is like music to my ears.
“You must be breaking so many rules right now,” I growl at the base of my throat.
“I don’t care about the rules. I just want you.” Kate reaches inside and grips my throbbing rod, caressing it up and down—gentle but fervent. My head rolls back, and I close my eyes. Damn. This girl’s hands are amazing. One of a kind. She pushes my pants down my hips, and my body springs free. Finally.
My hands roam low again, dipping to the back of her hips. I discover a little ribbon at the top of her ass. I know that ribbon. She’s wearing the same thong from the photo shoot. And now I get to tug it loose. Who’s a lucky guy? The fabric gives, falling to the ground. Not only did she wear easy-access knickers, but she invented them too.
What a dream girl.
“Mmm, you’re delicious.” I cup her face in my hands and give her glossy lip a little suck.
She giggles like I’m the first one who’s ever told her that. What man in his right mind wouldn’t say the same?
I pull a condom from my jacket pocket and slide it over my shaft. I kiss her sweet mouth again and lean her against the tree. Even through the rubber, I can feel her wetness.
That’s it. I can’t take it anymore. I have to have her. Right now.
I slip inside her excruciatingly slow, wanting to experience every inch of sensation fully. Maybe it’s the public park, the rain, or her, but I can’t remember the last time I was this excited. Or the last time I felt this good. She moans another sexy whimper as I slide in and out of her deliciousness. It takes all of my control to keep the pace steady and not lose myself right here, seconds in.
Watching her eyes roll back and close, I know her walls are crumbling. Her rules are overturning. There’s so much more to Kate. I want to see it. I want to know it. All her depths. She grabs me tighter, motioning my hips forward. Harder. Faster. Exasperated breaths bending every which way. It’s all the encouragement I need.
I wrap her legs around me, pinning her against the tree trunk. The rough bark scrapes the back of my hand as I pick up the speed to frenzied.
“Oh, Drew,” she whispers, then moans in my ear. The sounds of pleasure crescendos to an intense peak until she can’t hold back. She bites my collar, and the leather muffles her exquisite cry. Damn, it feels good to make her scream like that.
Panting, I thrust hard, feeling an explosion more powerful than the lightning overhead.
“Fuck,” I whisper, breathless as the release rips through me.
I slow my hips and kiss her mouth softly, the two of us moaning together. When I finally stop moving, her legs shake around my waist. If I let them, mine would wobble like jelly too. She opens her eyes and smiles, and her hand remains clutched to my white shirt. Droplets of rain cascade down her chest.
A satisfied grin spreads across my face. So satisfied. “I’ve wanted to do that since the moment I saw you.”
“Me too,” she replies. Then the rain stops.