17. Kate
Chapter Seventeen
KATE
My stomach swirls with butterflies as I gaze out the window in the back of the cab, willing the car to fly across the streets for a faster arrival. I wind my fingertip around my discreet black trench coat belt. Of course, the snakeskin strappy stilettos Beau let me borrow are less discreet. Once she planted the idea of showing up at his place wearing nothing but the lacy lingerie he inspired, I couldn’t finish at the studio fast enough.
I just hope he’s there. Waiting for me. Like he knows I’m coming.
It’s nearly eight-thirty when I walk into his building beneath a clear night sky. Passersby’s gazes draw to me as I approach the elevator. Do they know what I’m up to? Do they know I’m about to seduce the hottest bachelor in London? I keep my head high and curl my lipstick-lathered lips into a slight smile.
I’ve got the goods. And I’m giving it all to Drew. Tonight.
My heart thumps in my chest harder and harder with every floor as I ride to the top. Finally, there’s nothing but a steel door between me and my next sexcapade with the man who makes my body sing. I take in a breath. There’s no going back now.
My knuckles hit the steel in a knock with less force and much more flirtation than yesterday morning. Footsteps tread near the door. He’s here. I lower my lashes, feeling him watch me through the peephole. The lock clicks and the door slowly opens.
Drew’s bare, muscular chest and intricately drawn tattoos greet me before he does. Ripped jeans hang low on his waist, revealing a sexy V-shape like an arrow pointing to the land of pleasure. He leans on the doorframe, resting his arm above his head. “It’s you.”
For a moment, I’m caught in his spellbinding gaze. Those dark eyes feel both familiar and mysterious at the same time. “Yeah, Just Kate . . .” I say, feeling stripped down and almost wishing I showed up wearing nothing but a smile. A look I’m sure I’ll be flaunting very soon.
“I made you something today.” My hands tremble as I pull on my black belt strap. Drew pushes off the doorframe, centering his stance as if he’s bracing himself for his sexy surprise. The coat’s edges fall like a stage curtain upon the opening act. I peel back the layers so he can get a better look at the barely-there ruby-red demi bra.
I trace my finger along the satin strap, across the lace over my chest, down to my navel, and along the detailed mesh trim of my matching thong. His eyes follow my lead from my becoming peaks to between my legs. This isn’t the first time he’s seen me in lingerie. But this is different.
This show is just for him.
He doesn’t move. Doesn’t utter a word. In the silence, a tingle whirls through my belly with a hint of stage fright. But I can’t stop the show.
Why would I want to?
A sexy grin spreads across his face, and he runs his finger over his bottom lip. His eyes light up like he wants to play. “For me?” he asks, and I nod, thinking it’s all for him. “Come in.”
I strut inside his entryway like I’m on a catwalk and slide the coat off my shoulders. The door closes the moment my trench coat falls to my feet. I stand there on display, letting him take in the view. The sound of his bare feet draws closer. And closer. So close that his breath teases the nape of my neck.
Drew gently takes my waist and pulls me into him. His bulge expresses that he’s pleased with my new design. With me. “I knew you’d come,” he whispers, lips grazing my ear as his hand slides down my center to the warmth beneath the new fabric. He rubs his hand over me. My lips part with eager breaths flowing in and out. Why does it feel so good when he touches me? It’s like he’s the only man who knows how I need to be touched.
I glide my hand down his arm as he strokes me softly. Heat penetrates the mesh. My fingers lace with his, and I whisper a whimper. Drew spins me around like I’m his little dancer. Without hesitation, our lips collide like a magnet to steel in a tantalizing kiss. Our tongues toy with one another. My new favorite game. I moan in his mouth, and he responds with a craving growl.
Those strong hands that I adore cascade down my bare curves. He grabs my round flesh, squeezing shamelessly as if I belong to him. Who knows what tomorrow will bring? But for now, I’m his. Unconditionally his.
With a suave spin, Drew walks me back and then pins me against the cool steel door. My skin is so hot the metal practically sizzles. He intertwines his fingers with mine, raises my hands over my head, and then his fingertips slink down my limbs.
“You’re absolutely gorgeous, you know that?” Drew says, and his stubble tickles my jaw as he peppers kisses down my throat. The base in his voice vibrates my entire being, so I surrender even more, breathing in his words. If only I had some to express how alluring he is. But there are no words. And if there were, my mind’s too flooded with this ecstasy to make any sense of them.
Drew presses his steel rod against me and growls again. I roll my head back, melting against the door. Then, there’s space between us. I open my eyes. The Londoner watches me with an intense stare. Holding my gaze, he swipes two fingers down his delicious tongue, then slides them beneath the lacy band, landing on my throbbing clit.
“I should have known you were already wet,” he says, swirling the two digits over my sensitive skin.
“Mmm—” I moan, tugging my lower lip with my teeth.
We kiss again. Hard. Fervent. Aching for more of one another. He comes up for air and slinks down, teasing my lace-covered peaks with his mouth. Lowering to his knees, he licks the soft flesh below my belly button. Damn, that feels so good. Too good. I don’t know if I can handle what’s sure to be next. I dig my nails into his firm, rounded shoulder with one hand and grab a fistful of his wavy dark hair with the other.
Teasing the top of my thigh at the edge of the freshly fashioned lining, Drew inches his fingertip in and out slowly, sensually. He slides the silk over, and I’m fully exposed. I glance down, panting, suspended. Our eyes meet, and he grins like a horny devil.
“I’ve been dreaming about this,” he says, and my stomach flutters again at the thought of him fantasizing about me. All of me.
Drew dives in, sliding his tongue over my swollen, slippery pearl. My body tenses and releases as he cups his mouth around me, devouring every last drop. His hand climbs up my body until he reaches my hot, aching nipple, stroking it with his thumb. I cling to his thick hair like horse reins as the sensations whip through me swiftly.
Every ride I take with him is better and hotter, and more enlivening than the last. The sound and sensation of him sucking on me is almost too much. My mouth tingles out of control, and I whimper wispy cries.
He eases his talented tongue and rubs his juicy mouth over my inner thigh. “I love the way you taste.”
The man is absolutely stunning. Sweet. And sensual. And he craves me. Loves how I taste. How does he know how to make me come undone? How does he release me into complete, unadulterated, blissful freedom? Is he the one who’s held the key all this time? I undulate my hips, begging him to envelop me once more.
He indulges my body’s request, bringing his fingers along for the ride. They slide inside my folds, claiming the same spot he discovered last night, pulsing and conquering it while he sucks my tantalized skin between his teeth.
My body trembles, knees weak. Panting and moaning, I grasp onto any part of him I can reach as he brings me to the edge. A quiet quake beneath the surface builds and builds into a sensual wave swelling from deep inside me, rolling all over my body. It’s big and intense as it crashes over my entire being, destroying every sexual wall I’ve ever built.
“Ooh, yes,” I mutter, breathless, then moan louder and louder until I cry out with unbridled pleasure, not caring if anyone hears me. I want them to hear me. This is my impassioned cry of my own sexual revolution. My legs shake and beg to buckle in the wake of my rapturous climax. Breathing heavily, I steady myself against the door.
Drew rises and takes me in his arms, sensing I can hardly keep myself upright. He kisses my face and licks my earlobe. “It drives me crazy when you come.”
A satisfied smile graces my flushed face as I catch my breath. I want to tell him that I love the way he flicks his tongue between my legs. The way he looks at me like I’m the only object of his desire. And the way he growls hungrily for me. But my body’s still reeling from the ride. I’m not capable of much more than surrendering to his heavenly kiss.
I let my lids fall, feeling so naked and free even though my new design clings to my skin. “That was incredible,” I say.
“Mmm,” he moans, sweeping my hair from my cheeks. My lashes flutter until I can meet his gaze. “You’re incredible.”
And I feel incredible. Now, I want to make his body tremble and burn with passion the way he just did for me. I tilt my chin and kiss him again and again. Trailing my hands down his hard, smooth chest. His rippled abs tighten at my touch. I need him to be naked. I need all of him. The button on his jeans is hot, and I flick it open and reach inside. I nearly gasp at his hard length. My electrified hand strokes his girthy shaft. He kisses me with a moan, tugging my lower lip with his teeth. Can this get any hotter? Can I handle it if it does?
Drew lifts me up and begins moving us away from the door. Feeling like I’m floating on air, I coil my legs around him. With his luscious lips against mine, I’ve lost all sense of reality. Time and space have no bearing on our cosmic collision.
He lays me down, and I graze the soft bedding with my palms. With a broad smile, he slowly pushes his jeans down, revealing himself. Last night I could feel what a big boy he is. Now, I can see it. It’s impressive. Like the rest of him. I wet my bottom lip. I’ve never wanted a man more.
I lock eyes with him and rise from the bed, balancing on my snakeskin stilettos. Drew grabs hold of my waist and spins me around, pushing my long hair up away from my neck. When I open my eyes, I gasp at the view.
London’s city lights twinkle in the frame of his tall windows draped with a dark gray sheer fabric. It’s like I’ve died and gone to penthouse heaven, where sexual bliss abounds. How is this my life right now? In a world of nearly eight billion people, how have I found the one man who makes me feel like a billion dollars?
Kissing the nape of my neck, he snaps my bra loose, and it slides down my arms. He wraps his arms around my waist as the moonlight floods into his darkened room. “You’re so beautiful. I can’t get enough of you,” he says, softly.
My heart pounds between my bare breasts while he holds me close. Pressing himself against my back, I feel his chest rise and fall. And he’s hard with anticipation. His fingers graze my hips, and he carefully slips down what’s left of my lace until it hits the floor. Now, it truly is Just Drew and Just Kate.
I crawl onto the bed and lie back on his plushy pillows while he unwraps a condom. He lowers that ridiculously sexy body of his over mine, and I open for him, my skin screaming for him. All of him. He kisses me, toying and teasing me with the tip of his rock-solid rod. I encircle my fingers around it and slide it inside.
Plunging in as much as he can, my fingers draw around his moonlit wolf tattoo along his hard bicep. The sensation is already better than last night. How is that possible? “You feel so good,” I whisper into his ear as he rocks steadily but purposefully into me.
We kiss, moaning into each other’s mouths, and I spread my legs wide, opening myself up to him even more. He takes my hand, interlacing his fingers with mine. I’ve never felt so deeply desired. So whole. There is absolutely no denying it now. Drew Blake is my sex soul mate.
“Oh, Drew,” I whisper, looking into those beautiful brown eyes. “Give me everything.”
He grinds into me, caressing my cheek with his thumb. I want to hold his stare, but it’s too much. I let my eyes roll back, allowing myself to exist for the sensation, the ecstasy of it all. I relax into him further, and our bodies move together in a sexy sway.
Then something comes over me, a bold force that inspires me to push Drew on his back and straddle him like he’s a dream motorcycle machine. I slide my body over his shaft and begin to ride. Slow at first, then steadier and faster and harder until I find the pace of the American cowgirl of his dreams. He rides along with me, and the sensation doubles. Arching my spine, my hair cascades down my back.
“Oh, fuck,” he says, gripping onto my waist and rocking my hips over him. Drew’s head sinks into the pillow. “You’re so wet. I can’t take it.”
I look down at him, his sexy nine-o’clock shadow and those incredibly intense dark eyes. My wetness is only for him. “I’m close.”
His jaw goes slack, and he growls as his eyes roll back. He can’t hold on much longer. And he doesn’t have to. Another wave comes crashing over me, even more spectacular than before. My breath curves around moans of ecstasy. “Oh, Drew,” I cry out.
He rocks my hips with his hands squeezing into my skin. “Come all over me,” he says in a low growl. I push harder, and a new wave swells into sensational bursts that rupture throughout my entire body.
“I can feel it,” he says, shutting his eyes and releasing his jaw. Drew thrusts hard and lets out a strong, spicy groan. There’s an unbelievable vibration between us. Pulsing with passion.
I collapse on top of him. Our skin is slick with a sheen of sweat between our bodies. His heart races to the same beat as mine. Then, I realize I’m in a whole new world. And I’m a whole new Kate.