Everything he did that night outdid my expectations of what that moment would feel like from the trail of empty pizza boxes leading to the balcony to the eight gold pineapples scattered amongst the tealights. And then, standing there so handsome in my favorite navy suit professing his love for me followed by handing me the most beautifully crafted canary-yellow diamond ring.
Can this man be any more perfect?
And let’s pull out the doctor card again.
Drew oozes sex appeal like no other man. The number of times he comes home dressed in his scrubs looking like death ran him over makes me want to jump on top of him and make sweet, passionate, dirty love. And to think of all the times he slept in the room beside mine, and I never touched him. Worse yet, the number of times other women touched him, and I’m all like “Hey, let’s have a chat while you make me the best breakfast of my life. We can be besties just to annoy manwhore Drew.”
Don’t go there. Every time you mistakenly get lost on the trail to jealousy, you emerge as a wicked witch destroying everyone in your path. You know he has a past of manwhoring. It’s actually your fault he was one since you pushed him to climb out of his shell.
“Are you going to continue staring at me or take your shirt off?”
His voice startles me, his eyes closed with a wide grin spread across his face. He has one of those masculine jawlines like he belongs in an aftershave commercial. All I want to do is run my tongue along it and feel his slight stubble graze against my skin.
I wiggle my body across, throwing my leg over his. Something he often complains about because my body is always warm.
“Are you going to open your eyes to watch me take it off?”
He moves his hands toward my mouth, placing his index finger against my lips. “Too much talking, more naked, please.”
I sit up again, my back toward him and slowly remove my tank while his hands slide around my ribcage moving effortlessly as he cups my breasts. A moan escapes my mouth while enjoying the sensation of his touch as he plays with my nipples. I lose myself in his gentle caresses until my body jerks back without warning. He forcefully pulls me to him until I’m flat on the bed allowing him to hover over me.
“I think I need to fuck you right now,” he bellows, wild-eyed like a hungry beast.
“That’s what you said five hours ago.”
“Well, I needed to fuck you then, and I need to fuck you again.”
“Aren’t we supposed to be holding off, you know, until the wedding?” I ask with amusement, giggling underneath him.
Resting on his hands still hovering over me, he’s quick to shut down the idea.
“Let’s see, the last time I checked, you weren’t a virgin,” he points out. “And trust me, baby, I wish you were. Nothing like the thought of another man with his hands all over you.”
I let out a cough on purpose along with the word ‘manwhore.’
“Did you just call me what I think you called me?” he asks, shocked yet putting on an act.
“If the shoe fits…”
“I’ll answer your question one more time.” He lowers his head into the crook of my neck kissing that one spot just above my collarbone that drives me insane. He’s playing dirty. “Since no date has been set, the answer is no. It’s like depriving the world of pizza. Why would you do that if you could click on that app and order in less than thirty seconds?”
“Are you comparing having sex with me to ordering pizza?”
“For it to click in your crazy brain, yes, I am.”
“So, what you’re saying is if I give up pizza until the wedding, you’ll give up sex?” I confirm, riling him on because I know he will have zero restraint when it comes to not touching me.
“I never said that,” he argues back, applying more body weight on mine. “Perhaps I’m not making myself clear. No.”
I begin to open my mouth only to be distracted again. His body is firmly against mine, groin rubbing along my sensitive area as feverish kisses grace my exposed chest. The familiar groan—a sound so beautiful to my ears—escapes his throat.
I’ll be the first to admit I’ve become somewhat lazy in the bedroom—happy to lie back and take it all. Drew never complains, and why would he? He devours my body like it’s a shrine. With his tongue running across my skin and flicking the sensitive tips of my nipples, my back arches on cue waiting for him to enter me.
“Fuck me, now, please,” I beg with desperation.
He remains silent caressing the curves of my breast as his teeth gently bite down on my nipple, enough to make me moan even louder.
“Impatient, aren’t you?” he asks, cocky and sure of himself.