His hands burn my tingling skin, causing me to tremble all over. Drew’s fingers feel like the soft whisper of a feather, and I can barely breathe by the time they find their destination, the place I need him most. He dips one long finger inside me, and I’m so wound up, I gasp with ecstasy. The pleasure is pure and explosive, but it’s not enough. Not nearly enough to sate the hunger inside me.
Reaching my hand behind me, I find him hard and ready. He throbs in my hand, and in response, I tilt my hips up so I can feel him pressing against my ass. Swinging one leg over his hip, I open myself up to him, then guide the tip to where I need him most. As I welcome him into my body, I moan softly, adjusting slowly to the delicious intrusion. My world spins on its axis as he thrusts hard and deep inside. His hand still between us, he begins to rub in earnest, each stroke of his dick and fingers working together in a perfect symphony. I feel myself become tense with the need for release, my body arching closer to his.
Panting.
Throbbing.
Exploding.
I come undone as he jerks inside me.
Once our breathing regulates, I feel him leave my body as he turns to lie on his back. I miss the feeling instantly but quickly forget as his arms pull me around to lie on his chest with my head resting over his heart.
“Wow,” he says with an audible exhale. “I want to wake up every morning like this.” His hand reaches across and down to my chin. He turns my head up, causing my neck to strain, but it’s worth it just to see the look in his eyes. They drink me in, sated and dilated, but something else flashes there, and it makes me feel all warm inside.
By the time my phone rings, I’ve showered, dressed, and eaten. I look at the screen, and it’s Harper. I’d called her before showering, but now she’s ringing me back.
“Hey,” I say into the phone as I take a seat next to Drew on the couch. His leg is propped up on the coffee table, his laptop on his lap.
“Hey, what’s going on? Everything all right?”
“Yeah, of course, why?” I lean across the coffee table and reach for the coffee cup Drew had placed on it for me.
“Well, you don’t often call me so early in the morning, and after yesterday, I just assumed you—”
I cut her off before she can go on. I’m in a good mood, and I don’t want to hear one of her motherly lectures. “I’m fine. All good here. I just wanted to know if you wanted to go shopping with me. I need a dress, and that’s more your thing.”
She doesn’t respond right away. Maybe she thinks I need her money? I don’t. I might not have a lot, but I have a few bucks saved, so I’m sure I can find something that would work.
“I would—I would love that.” Her voice cracks, and I realize she’s not pissed I asked her. She’s moved.
“Okay, so how about we meet in thirty minutes? Let’s say we meet at . . .” I trail off as I mentally think about what area has a lot of options. “Outside Macy’s.”
“Sounds great. Thanks for thinking of me.”
I hang up the phone with a huge smile on my face and peer over at Drew sitting next to me. He lifts his eyes from the screen in front of him and turns his attention toward me. His eyebrows rise.
“What’s going on in your head?” he questions, and I run my hand through my hair.
“I’m meeting Harper to shop.”
He closes the laptop and places it back on the coffee table. “And this is a problem because?”
“It’s not. But she’s always such a mother hen. Sometimes it’s overwhelming.”
“She loves you. It’s kind of cute,” he says as he leans forward, placing a soft kiss on my lips.
Standing on the corner of Thirty-Fourth Street in front of Macy’s, I wait. My foot taps nervously, and I pull my phone out to check the time. The party isn’t until tonight, but I’m starting to freak out about it. From the corner of my eye, I see Harper strolling toward me, her hips swaying with each step. Her lips turn up when she notices me, and she waves.
“Hey, Harper,” I say as she approaches.
She smiles brightly. “Look at you. You look so good. I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.” She hugs me tightly.
“It’s only been a few days. I’ve been so busy.”
“What’s keeping you tied up?”
I chuckle at the image those words bring forth. She cocks her eyebrow at me in question, but she doesn’t say any more.
“I’ve been looking into schools, and I think I’m going to apply for classes in the fall.”