“Drew, yes.” My words were breathless as his fingers plunged slow and deep, taking his sweet time as my pleasure ratcheted higher and higher. My legs fell open and he growled his satisfaction.
My body caught on fire and the lack of oxygen made it impossible to breath as Drew’s mouth slid down my body before it settled on my clit as she vibrated with need. He feasted on me until my heart thudded against my chest and sweat trickled down my forehead. He moaned like I was the best thing he ever tasted, curving one finger deep inside until my toes curled. “Check.”
I looked down at his smug, satisfied expression and grinned. “Totally curled.”
That didn’t stop Drew. He leaned forward and devoured me until I begged him to stop, to give his mouth a rest and give me what we both wanted. “More?”
I nodded and licked my lips as I dug my heels into the hard muscles of his backside. “Much more.”
Drew got to his knees and pushed my thighs apart, using his finger to spread my moisture on his cock as he stroked it. It was a beautiful sight and I ignored the punch to the gut feeling, the cracking sensation in my chest, and focused on the beauty of this man. He slid deep in one stroke and pressed his body to mine, his blue eyes locked on mine the entire time.
It was an out of body experience, the kind of sex that felt like a hell of a lot more than casual. Drew didn’t look away as he stroked slowly. Stroked deeply. One hand held my face while the other gripped my thigh over his hip, allowing to go just a little deeper until it felt as if he was a part of me, or at the very least becoming a part of me. It was all-consuming and no matter how hard I willed my eyes to close, they remained fixed on the man on top of me, making me think and feel things that weren’t real, thing I shouldn’t be thinking or feeling where he was concerned. Period.
His jaw tightened at the exact moment I felt him harden within me. His grip tightened on my thighs and he leaned forward and pulled one hard, sensitive nipple in his mouth as his strokes increased in both speed and intensity. It was too much and it wasn’t enough, and I wasn’t’ ready to hit my peak yet.
But there I was, falling, in more ways that one, as Drew’s body and his mouth, weaved a wicked, sexy spell on me that I was powerless against. He pushed and pushed until I felt another wave of pleasure sweep over me before the previous one had subsided. “Drew,” I cried out and thrashed my head back and forth against the pleasure that overwhelmed my body. My heart.
A moment later, his grip tightened to the point of pleasure-pain, his jaw clenched so tight in erotic agony I thought he might crack a tooth and Drew roared his pleasure into the room, thrusting deep one final time before he smiled down at me and kissed me. He kissed me like I meant the world to him.
Like I was his world.
It was wishful thinking and that part alarmed me more than anything. Did I want to be his world? Was I hoping for that? Ah hell, I was.
I shook off that thought and smiled up at him when he pulled away to catch his breath. “Okay, that definitely makes me wish we could do this for the rest of the day.” And the next day and the next, dammit.
“What the lady wants,” he said, letting the rest of the words trail off as he rolled onto his back and pulled me with him so I was tucked under his arm.
“Damn, I should have wished for a fourth orgasm.”
His chest rumbled with laughter and he looked up at me with something that looked a lot like affection. Then in an act that stole my breath and my heart, he picked up the hand resting low on his belly, kissed the palm and placed it over his heart.
He didn’t mean it. I knew that. It was an unconscious gesture, one that was part of the intensity of our coming together. Nothing more.
But just to be sure, I had to tell him.
Tonight. After work.
My alarm sounded just in time. It was just the reminder I needed to get my head screwed back on straight. I sat up with a sigh because my head and my heart were in conflict and I needed to get away from the potent presence of Drew. “Gotta go.”
He pulled me down for another scorching kiss. “Will I see you later?”
“Probably.” It would be wise to put some space between us for a day or two before I told my boss that I was having his baby. I could get used to the distance so when he inevitably pulled away, it wouldn’t hurt so bad. I pushed off the bed and dressed quickly. “Depends on how the day goes.”