Chapter 3 #2
“You can run, Hanagan, but you can’t hide. In fact, I retract that statement. You can’t even run.” One hand of his fell to my right ankle, gripping it tightly before lifting it in the air as he raised a brow and smirked down on me. “I think I just broke you.”
“There’s something to be said for a humble man,” I said with a playful smirk. Leaning forward, I tapped his chin with one finger. When there wasn’t so much as an inch between our lips, I blew a stream of cold air over them, gathered my legs under me and attempted to spring from the bed.
Drew’s growl filled the air, but to my surprise, he let me go.
When my feet found solid ground and I turned around in a breathless mess to see him, his eyes screamed of danger and his body of fire.
I’d just started a game with a man who didn’t know how to quit until he won, and there wasn’t anything that could have turned me on more than that look he flashed me from his blue-green eyes.
The green shone more when his thoughts turned dark, and as I backed up against the closet in his room, my hands finding the wood and spreading across the coldness of it, I knew that I was in trouble.
The exact kind of trouble I’d been deprived of before I met him, and come to crave since the first time his lips met mine out on that football field.
Dropping his fists into the mattress in front of him, Drew crawled to the edge of the bed, his intentions narrowing in on my thoughts. “Is this how you want it to go down, Hanagan?”
I had a thousand answers to that question and only one of them came to fruition on my lips. As we stared one another down, I sucked in as much breath as I could. “I’ll take anything you want to give me, Tucker.”
“Then come here, darlin’. Ain’t no point running from something you ain’t ever gonna escape,” he whispered as he dipped his head and crooked a single finger at me.
How it was possible for my body to respond to him with the intensity it did after the orgasm I’d just had was beyond me, but it wasn’t just my abdomen aching anymore.
It was my entire being. I could feel the tingles in my fingertips and toes, and I knew the more I made him work for it, the more unrelenting he would be, and whether he knew it or not, I think he needed it.
We made love every night. He was an amazing lover, and he knew how to give and take, and that night was a taking night.
I just happened to be in the mood to give.
Shaking my head, I stepped back toward the dresser and set my hands on the edge, lifting myself with my arms and swinging my ass onto the surface, slowly crossing my legs as I shook my head from side to side.
There was a moment's pause, a silence that seemed so thick neither one of us knew what the other was going to do with it. He showed me no game. He gave me no signs of his emotions. All I saw was the color of his eyes popping back at me and the obvious arousal he felt… until he moved.
When he did, it felt like the whole hut shuddered as he swung to the floor, landing with a thud. Maybe I gave him too much weight in that moment, but with each step he took, I seemed like nothing more than food for the animal that was stalking towards me.
Drew’s face met mine before anything else. His hands didn’t go near my skin, and his erection was only a touch away from me when his nose met mine. His body was like its own island. It towered above me, making me feel small, even though I knew I held a certain kind of power, too.
“You know,” he whispered in that special voice that he reserved for me.
“Before I met you, I was a man who took what he wanted, when he wanted it. I was the guy who made women beg.” He paused, drawing out that silence again as my breaths came heavier and louder against him.
“I could make you beg, Ayda. I could make you fucking scream my name in agony until you cried enough for me to do what I know you want me to do to you, but I’ll be damned if I don’t admit what we both know right now.
You’re the first woman I’ve ever wanted to chase, and I’m not going to hide behind my mask to try to prove otherwise.
So you'd better…” His hands grabbed my legs, quickly parting them aggressively before he took the final step closer and grinned that sexy grin of his. “Tell me now if you want me to stop.”
He was right there in front of me, but my hips rolled forward, looking for any kind of friction as our eyes met. My breathing was labored, but it had nothing to do with the orgasm or running around the room like a fool. This was raw, unfettered passion for the man that stood before me.
“Never stop,” I whispered in response, my ankle wrapping around his calf and pulling him toward me. “I’m yours, only yours. Don’t ever stop.”
With his fingers digging into my hip, he pulled me to the edge of the dresser, the other hand holding his cock as he slammed into me with enough power to shift the wood beneath me and the breath from within me.
He paused only for a moment when our hips were flush together.
I could see the grinding in his jaw as he let me adjust, his forehead meeting mine as he tried to find the words he’d been attempting to say since I’d said them to him.
That he tried at all was enough for me. He had no idea how many times he showed me his true feelings with the little things he did.
When we made love in the middle of the night, one of us waking up just needing the human contact and moving slowly together.
Then there were times like this, the breath before he left bruises and gave me the hardest orgasms I’d ever had.
I’d known it would be hard for him. I'd known he’d struggle to say it, but I never had to wonder if he felt it. I already knew.
My release of breath must have been a signal of some sort.
His body swung back in one smooth movement as he pulled away, his eyes drawn to where we were joined.
I would normally follow his gaze, but his hand reached behind me, twisting my hair around his grip as our bodies found a harder but stable rhythm.
All I could see was his face, the parting of his lips as he released a breath with force, the stubborn line of his jaw as he pounded against me, his grip on my hair arching my back until he was hitting hard and deep.
He had no idea I was watching him. He couldn't have known.
He was so intent on watching himself fuck me that I took my time to trace every line of his face until his eyes rose to meet mine and we locked on.
The corner of his mouth curled up in a knowing smile, and before I could prepare myself, his free hand was between our bodies, his index finger pressing down on my clit with force so I didn’t have time to suck in another sawed breath.
My arms reached out for anything to hold onto as my body took over, bowing from the dresser so I was giving myself to him.
Drew grunted in satisfaction, not for any other reason than that he’d managed to satisfy me first. My walls tightened around him in small waves until he had no choice but to slow his movements and wait me out.
I went limp in his arms, but he wasn’t through with me yet.
His hands gripped my ribs and pulled me from the dresser before guiding me around and over until my hands were on the surface, and his chest was pressed to my back, pushing me forward.
When the scruff of his chin brushed over my shoulder, my body moved automatically, accepting him inside me and reveling in the wash of heat from his breath.
“Ayda…”
Lifting a weak hand, I reached over my shoulder and cupped his cheek, my ass wiggling against him. “I know.”
It didn’t take long for him to follow me over the edge.
My body worked with his, my toes curling in the shag of the carpet, pushing me up and deeper as I slammed back against him with as much force as he was pushing into me.
When he came, he came hard, my body bent so far over the dresser that my cheek was pressed against the wall, the paint damp from my panted breaths.
I was pretty sure there wasn’t a soul other than the two of us who would understand our relationship, but that’s what made it special.
We spoke a language of our own, and as long as we were fluent in it, we’d be okay.
As I lay with my fingers curled against the wall, I realized that it was exactly what Deeks and Autumn had. They had a language of their own, too.
My thoughts were soon cut off as Drew’s heavy yet satisfied breaths blew into my ear, and I heard the one confirmation I didn’t need, but loved more than he could and would ever realize.
“I really do, Ayda. Fuck, I really do.”