Gifted Connections 3

“My roommates are in town. I have the room to myself.” Ford winked at her. He didn’t even seem put off by her aggressive flirting. “Blake, am I invited to dinner? I’m not really keen on what’s on the menu at chow.”

I narrowed my eyes on them. My hand on our door knob. “Only if Dawn promises to not let you know what me and my connections are capable of. I like giving surprises.”

“Deal,” Dawn said with no hesitation.

Ford looked between Dawn and me. “Hey, no fair, I was hoping for a little bit of intel.” He paused as he smelled the air. “On the other hand, the smells emanating from the apartment may make up for it.” He sighed. “Deal.”

Remy had found Paul, and he agreed to come to dinner if the Illinois gifted community representatives could join us as well. We were going to take the food down to one of the conference rooms at seven o’clock.

Drake took the additional guest in stride. He rolled out more pasta and made more filling. He patiently showed me how to assemble the raviolis, and I found myself genuinely having fun. I loved these quiet moments with him.

“How are these?” I asked as I showed him my first set of raviolis I did without his assistance.

He grinned and nodded. “You’re a natural.”

I blushed under his praise. “Thanks.”

“You have a little flour on your cheek,” he laughed as he reached out and wiped my face.

I laughed up at him and captured his hand, licking the flour off his thumb. I didn’t know what came over me as I continued to tease him. When he didn’t stop me, I took it in my mouth and sucked on it. Desire rose in me. I saw my own desire reflecting in his eyes. I didn’t stop him when he bent over to take my lips with his. When he kissed me, he lost all his reticence and shyness. He was sure in his movements, his lips demanding. I wrapped my arms around his neck and opened my mouth for his probing tongue.

I felt the desire build up in my stomach. Its coiling warmth was almost painful. I moved closer to him, while I buried my hands into his hair.

He groaned. “I don’t want to stop,” his breathing was heavy as we finally pulled away.

“Then don’t,” I didn’t recognize the breathiness in my voice.

He lifted me up until I wrapped my legs against his waist. “Are you sure?” he asked hesitantly. I could see the self-doubt creep in his eyes.

“Yes,” I said immediately.

“But what about-” he started.

I held a finger up to his lip. “It’s not important. You’re my connection, and I think we’ve waited long enough. We have a little while before anyone returns to see if dinner’s ready.”

“I didn’t imagine our first time being a quickie,” he laughed.

“Let’s call this an appetizer, and we can have the entrée tonight,” I suggested wickedly.

He didn’t need any further bidding as he carried me into the room he shared with Troy and locked it behind us. His lips were hungry on mine as I tried to hurriedly remove my top and then his. I didn’t even care where our clothing was landing. I was desperate to feel his skin on mine, to finally know what it was like to be with him.

We landed on the bed in a tangle of arms and legs, our lips urgently seeking each other. He expertly removed my bra. I was thankful I had chosen to wear a cute lacey black one with matching lace boy shorts. I could see the appreciation in his eyes, and he moaned low in his throat as I lay there in just my bra and jeans.

He trailed hot kisses along my neck, and I could feel the warmth between my legs. I was ready for him. I refrained from tearing at his clothing. I wanted to see what pace he wanted to set.

I propped up on my elbows to watch his next moves. His hands were feather light as he trailed his hands between my breast and around my nipples. His slow, teasing touch was torture. He trailed his fingers down to my stomach. I arched my hips up to meet his seeking hands.

He gave me crooked grin as he removed his glasses and placed them on his nightstand. His blue eyes were so startling behind his wire frame glasses. I could feel myself getting lost in them.

He removed my jeans. I shimmied against his hands helping him remove them.

His lips returned to mine once I was down to my bra and underwear. His lips trailed back down my neck and then down to my breasts. His tongue worshipped each one, tugging and sucking. I didn’t recognize the mewing sounds erupting from my throat. I clutched at his hair.

“Please, Drake,” I whispered huskily.

“Are you ready for me, Blake?” he asked as his hands trailed down. His hands slipped into my underwear and down to my core. He moaned biting his lip as he felt how ready I was for him. He dipped a finger into me as his thumb circled the sweet spot between my legs.

“I need to feel you,” I groaned as his fingers drove me wild. He added another finger in me, and I nearly screamed with frustration. “I want to come with you in me.”