Chapter 7 #3
“You’d better start as well,” he said gruffly, his eyes burning as he picked open the buttons of his shirt. “Or I won’t be held responsible for any ripped seams.”
She plucked the pins from her hat and tossed it beside his.
Then she undid her shirtwaist, sliding it free to reveal her corset cover.
That, too, joined the growing heap on the floor, followed by her skirts and petticoats.
She became increasingly aware of his eyes upon her.
Not merely looking, but watching, an expression of awe on his face as if he could scarcely believe this was happening.
Then the last barriers fell away.
They stood naked before each other, utterly exposed, taking one another in.
He was thick and powerful, broad in the chest and heavy through the thighs.
His large frame pleased her; it mirrored her own.
Her gaze slid down his padded abdomen to the nest of curls at his groin.
His member was dark and thick and jutted toward her.
She took an unsteady step forward. She wanted him to plunge it deep inside her swollen, needy core. To make her moan and writhe on his girth, make her world shatter as he had already in the greenhouse.
“I need you,” she whispered, raising a hand that trembled. “Take the ache away.”
He lunged toward her, wringing forth a gasp as their bodies came into contact, his skin flushed and rougher than she’d expected.
Her hands roved, learning the pattern of his body.
He shivered beneath her touch, his grip tight on her hips.
His prick was hot against her belly, and she rolled her hips, cradling him as best she could.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered against her neck. “So wonderful. So…so everything.”
She guided them to her bed, the mattress dipping as they fell upon it. His legs tangled with hers as they found purchase in the slippery sheets. His lips rained kisses down her chest, reaching her pebbled nipples. The flat of his tongue swiped across one peak. She gasped, her head falling back.
“Do that again,” she breathed.
He took one aching nipple into his mouth and lashed it with his tongue. He rolled her other nipple between his fingers, each gentle pinch sending lightning bolts to her soaked core. Her legs moved restlessly.
“I want you inside me.”
He released her nipple with a wet pop and groaned. “I didn’t bring anything to prevent consequences.”
She fumbled for the handle of the drawer in her nightstand. She tugged it open, removing a package she’d bought the day after the greenhouse for just in case. She held the condom up. “Will this work?”
“Oh, thank Christ.” He levered himself up and opened the package with unsteady hands. She watched curiously as he eased the condom over his swollen girth. “I need to fuck you so badly.”
“Yes,” she breathed, adoring the vulgarity that slipped through Drew’s lips when he wasn’t trying so hard to be genteel. If these were the words he used when he fantasized about her, then these were the words he would use with her. “Fuck me, sweetheart. Please, please fuck me.”
“This first time might be quick,” he warned as he moved on top of her.
“That’s all right.” She stroked her hands slowly along his shoulders, feeling the tension gathered beneath his skin. “We have all night. We have—”
Forever.
The word hovered on the tip of her tongue, frightening in its sweet potential.
Despite every effort to keep her heart from running ahead, the thought had taken root.
But wanting forever and knowing she could have it were two very different things.
She could not bear to put such a word between them now, to turn this precious, breathless beginning into a promise he might not be ready to make.
So she swallowed the word and smiled instead.
“We have all night,” she repeated softly.
He guided his prick to her entrance and slowly pushed inside. She widened her legs to accept him, breathing deeply at the brief sting, at the strange feeling of fullness.
“This is right,” he rasped, bracing himself on his forearms to gaze at her like she was everything to him.
“It is,” she whispered back.
He began to move inside her, short, gentle thrusts that coaxed moans past her lips. She raised her knees, cradling him, urging him deeper. They groaned in unison at the burst of sensation.
“Are you all the way inside me?”
“Yes. It’s—it’s almost more than I can stand.”
“Then don’t,” she suggested with a breathless laugh. “I want to feel your climax. I want to know what it feels like inside when you tip over the edge.”
He screwed his eyes shut. “Talk like that, petal, and it’ll happen before I’ve made you come.”
She tugged his face to hers, sucking on his lower lip. “Then let’s find the edge together.”
He fucked her in earnest, and it was exactly as she’d hoped—wild and free and earthshattering.
His hand snaked between them, his thumb circling her clitoris.
Her back arched at the overwhelming sensation, her breath coming in quick gasps.
Pleasure coiled and wound higher and higher in an endless loop.
She buried her face into his shoulder as she peaked, muffling her cry.
A heartbeat later, his hands clamped around her hips, his prick swelling inside her.
She marveled at the primal groan that ripped from his chest as he climaxed.
He rolled to her side with a sated, drowsy smile.
When he lifted an arm in invitation, she cuddled close, pressing her face against his flushed chest with a bone-deep satisfaction she wasn’t sure could ever be duplicated.
She watched his belly rise and fall, felt the tell-tale reverberations as he drifted into sleep.
It was funny. Her bedroom had always been a bit…
sad. She mostly spent time there when she needed to hide her sorrow from her mother, when she needed to scream her pain into her pillow.
But now, with Drew in her bed, the air itself felt different, as if his presence alone were enough to transmute the shadows into light.
She clutched him tighter and willed them a future.