17. Heat
HEAT
D rake and I watch Luke, Leia, and Han take down the battle star while I sip wine and he drinks whiskey.
While he loads up the next movie, I pour myself another glass of wine. The bottle’s half empty, and I’m at the point where I’m feeling relaxed and comfortable rather than first date jitters.
It’s easy with Drake. We fit well together, and it feels as if I’ve known him far longer than a few days.
Despite the blizzard—and I don’t care what Drake says, that was a blizzard—it’s pleasantly warm. Not only that, but that cold snap took out the resident mosquito population, allowing me to enjoy the early summer night without being eaten alive.
Drake loads up the next movie, and as Luke meanders around the icy planet of Hoth, Drake reaches for my hand.
Our fingers intertwine as he plays with my hand. He rubs the back of my hand with his thumb, then our pinky fingers interlock, and we simply enjoy the moment and watch the rebels fight against an empire.
My relaxed state deepens. More wine and more whiskey turn our friendly pinky holding into more sensuous glides of fingers and hands. When I glance over at him, Drake’s gaze smolders with a banked heat.
Which reminds me how wonderful his mouth feels on my skin when he kisses me.
I loop my index finger around his and lift his hand up between us. Turning our hands palm to palm, I marvel in the differences.
My fingers are long, delicate, and smooth. His are wide, strong, and thickly calloused. Drake’s a man who works with his hands. It’s evident in everything about him, from his muscular form to the natural confidence which oozes out of every pore.
He’s a force of nature and different in every way from other men I’ve known. The previous men in my life, including Scott, were more concerned about intellectual prowess than anything else.
“Your hand feels good pressed against mine.” The smooth cadence of Drake’s voice sends a shudder rippling through my body.
He splays his fingers, twining them with mine. Then, he leans over and draws my hand to his mouth, where he gently kisses the inside of my wrist.
My insides do that flippy thing again: butterflies dancing instead of that herd of elephants. A sigh escapes me as Han and Leia fly through a city in the clouds. We’re nearly to the end of the Empire Strikes Back . I have no idea what time it is, except it must be well past midnight.
After he flutters soft kisses over my inner wrist, I give a little tug, drawing his hand to my mouth, intent on moving this along.
He doesn’t fight me. In fact, the eagerness in his expression emboldens me to do something I would otherwise never do. I lift his hand to my mouth and mirror what he did with a soft press of my lips to his inner wrist.
His skin tastes like heaven. He draws back, but I tighten my grip and move my mouth around to his index finger.
Bolder than I’ve ever been in my life, I slowly take his finger into my mouth, sucking on the tip, licking and flicking the pad of his finger with my tongue.
His eyes widen as I take his entire finger into my mouth, sucking and teasing with a promise I’m excited to deliver on.
Which is very unusual for me.
One of Scott’s biggest complaints about our sex life was my lack of desire for less traditional ways to explore and enjoy. But, giving him head never interested me. The few times I did, it was a struggle, and I derived no pleasure from the act. The same went for the reverse. The few times Scott went down on me, it was something to endure rather than enjoy.
“Goddamn, city girl, I hope you’re not teasing me.” Drake shifts in his seat, making a crude, and very obvious, adjustment to his pants. “You’ve got me hard and aching.”
With my eyes locked to his, I make one more pass up and down his finger, sucking on the tip and giving a little flick with my tongue. I withdraw his finger with a pop and sit back with a Cheshire grin on my face.
Then, I very pointedly, cross my arms and face the screen to watch Boba Fett encase Han in carbonite. Tears stream down Leia’s face as Chewy howls and wraps his arms around her.
“Oh no, city girl.” Drake makes another adjustment and stands. “You’re not getting away with that.” He takes my hand and yanks me out of my seat.
I tumble into his embrace and right into another toe-curling kiss. As he cups my face and kisses me senseless, I’m reminded of what he said.
Drake has only one speed. There’s a little trembling in my body as what that means takes root.
This is it.
Unless, I say no.
But there’s no way I’m saying no to this man. My arms wrap around his waist as he steers us clear of the fire and backs me up to the tailgate of his truck. The tailgate is down, and blankets stretch from one wheel well to the other.
Funny, but I don’t remember him doing that.
Wedging his hips between my legs, he palms my ass as he pulls our bodies as close as they can possibly get.
“Do you remember what I told you in the barn?” His low, throaty words send a shiver racing through my body.
His exact words? No, I don’t remember exactly what he said, but I remember the most important thing.
I grab the hem of my sweater and peel it off my body. My shimmering tank top is next. Shameless, I rip it off my body, revealing the black lace I wore specifically for him.
He stands back, heated gaze taking in the black lace of my bra. Slowly, he hooks his finger under the strap and lifts toward my shoulder.
“Last chance, city girl.”
He looks right in my eyes as he draws the strap off my shoulder and down my arm, slowly exposing more of my skin.
“I want this.” I want all of it. I’m nervous and excited all at once.
“Music to my ears.” He reaches around my back and, with a single flick, releases the hook and latch fastener of my bra.
I tremble as he slowly—so very damn slow—removes the black lace until I’m bare to him from the waist up. He doesn’t make a grab for my breasts. Instead, he takes a moment to savor what he sees.
“You’re fucking incredible.”
Drake leans in and chastely brushes his lips across mine. It’s such a soft move that it takes me by surprise, nearly reverent in the execution, but then his lips are on the move, fluttering along my jawline, nibbling on the shell of my ear.
He moves down the arch of my neck, drawing deep moans from me as he sucks on the sensitive skin. His lips press against the hollow of my throat and then move down the center of my chest as I squirm and my nipples tighten with anticipation.
Still no hands. His palms press down on either side of my legs as he kisses me.
His lips travel over the swell of my breast, kissing, suckling, nipping, until his mouth finally, agonizingly, sucks in my nipple.
My breaths quicken as he laves my nipple, teasing the hard nub. Heat rushes through me, quickening and burning as it settles into a low ache between my legs.
My head tips back as I comb through his hair with my fingers. When he bites down on my nipple, I tug on his hair. The expert application of his tongue is something I’ve never felt before. I never dreamed such pleasure exists from nipple play alone.
I burn beneath his low, throaty exhales as he moves to my other breast, raining down the same devastation as he did with the first. He deals relentless strokes with that tongue, follows it up with teasing nips of his teeth, all the while torturing me and drowning me in sensation.
His hands move to grip my ass. His fingers dig in as he sucks on my nipple. A sigh escapes me, luxuriating in more sensation than I ever thought possible.
Drake continues, moving according to the pace he sets. His hands move over my hips and down my thighs until they rest at the hem of my skirt.
Slowly, achingly slow, his fingers grip the fabric and draw it up inch by inch. Drake lifts me, drawing my skirt around my ass to expose the black lace thong I wear for him. A low groan of masculine pleasure escapes him.
It’s needy, determined, and resolute.
My breasts grow heavy. My nipples ache. A needy pulsation settles between my legs. My fingers catch in his hair as my entire body trembles beneath him. I gulp down a moan as he places his fingers over the small triangle of fabric between my legs.
“Damn, but you’re gorgeous, city girl.” He lifts away from my breast to capture my lips again.
The moment his mouth covers mine, he yanks the lace to the side and places his fingers over my slit.
I rock against him, needing more stimulation, as his fingers explore my folds and press against the hood of my clit. I curl in my lower lip, biting back a moan as I squirm for him.
“You’re wet for me, city girl.” His words rush over me as I gulp down another moan. “Should I stop?” He presses his fingers against my slit, teasing.
“Please, don’t stop.” I’ve lost count of the number of times he’s made me gasp on the cusp of coming undone.
He kisses with a ferocity I’ve never experienced and explores with determination and intent. Everything he does is calculated to enhance my pleasure. Those wicked fingers of his rub against my folds, taking their damn sweet time as I go crazy with the need for more.
More friction.
More pressure.
Just—more.
“Best words I’ve ever heard. Luv, I’m not stopping until I’m balls deep, buried in your sweet heat. You’re going to feel me for days.” With that, he buries his fingers as a quickening rush of exhales spill out of my mouth.
My head tips back. My tits press forward. And that devious tongue of his is on the move again.
Whimpers escape me as he explores with his fingers. I shake as his teeth graze my skin. It doesn’t take much before I’m out of breath and panting. Too many pleasurable sensations assault me simultaneously.
He uses his free hand to play with my breast, doubling down on the stimulation of my nipple.
Hard. Peaked. Aroused.
I give a little yelp when he pinches down, holding my poor tortured nipple between his thumb and forefinger. With that pinch of pain, more pleasure courses through me as his other hand, and those talented fingers, work me to a frenzy.
Drake ravishes my pussy, shoving in deep with his fingers, drawing out slow, curling and pressing until he finds that spot. A jolt of sensation rocks through me with each determined stroke.
If this is what his fingers feel like, what will it be like when it’s his cock instead of his fingers?
Inquiring minds want to know, but not so much as to ask him to stop what he’s doing. I’ve had sex before, but this is unlike anything I’ve experienced.
My toes curl as his fingers massage and torment. Sensuous heat spreads outward from my core, raw, relentless, and inevitable. A whimper escapes me as pleasure coils and tightens. Getting tighter and tighter as my entire body ignites.
“Drake … I’m going to …”
Like a spring releasing its energy all at once, pleasure explodes within me. I cry out and dig my fingernails into a death grip I have on his hair.
My body bucks as his fingers continue their relentless assault until I’m hoarse from my screams and dizzy from the wave of pleasure drowning out all other sensation. My entire body shakes from head to toe as sensual, sexual heat consumes me from the tips of my toes to the top of my head.
I breathe heavily as the determined motion of his fingers subsides. My entire body, muscles and bones, liquefy in a languid state of being. It’s the first time in my life where sex leaves me a moaning puddle of quivering flesh.
Drake slowly withdraws his fingers while I curl against him, chest heaving, body quaking, blissfully satisfied for the first time ever in my life.
Who knew an orgasm could feel that good? Those paltry things I’ve felt before hold nothing to the deft skill of the man who played my body like a virtuoso.
“You going to be all right?” Drake runs his fingers through my hair, gathering it to hang down my back. His lips feather across my shoulder in reverent worship.
“That was …” I huff and puff, still catching my breath.
We’re close. He smells amazing, bold and powerful, dark and seductive. I wrap my arms around his neck and curl into him.
Drake looks at me with smoldering lust filling his gaze. I take him in, memorizing every detail from the slanted scar marring the perfection of his face, to the rigid muscles twining up his neck. His entire body vibrates with need.
“Yes, luv?”
“Incredible,” I say the word with a sigh of contentment. “Simply incredible.”
“If you thought that was incredible, wait until I slide inside you. I’m looking forward to this, city girl.”
“Did you bring …”
“Protection?” His brow arches with amusement. “You bet, but we’re not ready for that just yet.”
Not ready?