That black skirt she wore the other day comes to mind, the shoes she’s wearing now, the way her sweater reveals her curves, and those eyes looking hungrily into mine. Fuck, she’s doing me in.
Her hands cover mine, and I’m given the gift of seeing her eyes again, hazel in this light. We’re so close, but I just want to take her in. She whispers, “Are you going to kiss me?”
“I am. I just want to commit this to memory to add to my file.”
“What is that?”
“How gorgeous you are the first time I kissed you.” Just as she sighs sweetly, I close my eyes and press my lips to hers. Plush and accepting, her lips caress mine, and then they part for our tongues to meet.
We’d been good about keeping our distance in such a way that it was platonic, but it wasn’t because I didn’t want this. It’s because I didn’t allow myself the chance to give in, to follow a desire I’ve had since the moment we met.
The dance starts slow with our tongues and then works its way through our embrace. It’s the way her hands roam my back and her lips start to claim ownership that has me pressing my hips against her, needing to stake claims of my own.
She pushes me back, stealing enough space to slip away. Hurrying through the entry, she reaches the living room and spins to face me again. Like a siren, beckoning me to her, I cover the distance in three enormous steps, sweep her into my arms, and head toward the bedroom.
“Living room. Kitchen, and I can’t wait to show you the bedroom.” The tour is fast, but neither of us seems to care.
“Alrighty then.” Her laughter fills my ears as the dim light from the lamps welcoming me home shines like stardust in her eyes. She says, “Let the record show that you actually swept me off my feet the first time you called me babe.”
“You liked that, Babe?” I kiss her lips.
“I do. I like being your babe.”
“I like being your Drew.”
She caresses my face, her smile growing. “I really like this friendship, especially if it comes with benefits.” When she bites that bottom lip, I kick off my shoe before I even set her on the bed.
“Oh yeah?” My gaze follows her every move. “What else do you like, babe?”
She stretches with her eyes fixed on mine. “I like you looking at me like I’m a steak, and you’re famished.”
I yank the tie from my neck. “So fucking famished.” I lean down and kiss her because fuck, if I don’t touch her in some way, I’ll blow my load just from looking at her. I lift and take a step back from the mattress, needing to slow things down and take care of her first.
But then she had to tease me with her foot. She rubs my hard dick, and then says, “You’re not going to leave me alone on this bed, are you?”
Her hair of golden and brown strands flows in waves across the dark blue blanket, the night covering her in moonlight. I thought I’d seen beauty in the sun setting on the water’s horizon, in the snowy peaks of the Swiss Alps, or feeling the rain cool me after a run through the city. That wasn’t beauty. That was a gift from nature.
This woman is stunning, like nothing in nature can compare.
Juniper Jacobs steals my time during the day, causing my nights to be jealous. Not tonight. “Tonight, you’re mine.” I lean over her, and whisper, “Only mine,” before kissing her again and pulling her into a deep embrace.
When our breaths are heavy, and our hands are frenzied to feel heated skin, she says, “That’s what I want to be, Drew. Yours.”
22
Drew
“Ahhh.”
That damn moan of hers after slipping off her shoes has me rock hard and undressing even quicker. Like in the elevator earlier, the sound stirs everything inside me. Then I was so close to kissing her neck, rubbing her hips, and pulling her back so she could feel how she affects me.
Now, I’m about to.
Lying on the bed with her arms spread wide, she says, “It feels glorious to take those off. I love those shoes, but twelve hours is torture.”
“I’d have to agree, but for different reasons.” I keep working on the buttons of my shirt, about to rip the fuckers off, when she props up on her elbows.
Not ashamed to stare at each button as it comes undone, she smirks before her gaze slides up my chest to meet my eyes. “What are your reasons?”
“It’s torture when you wear them around me. I struggle to think about anything besides how those shoes would feel on my back when your legs are wrapped around me.” She falls back as if she needs more room to breathe than she was getting in the other position. “You know what else tortures me on the daily?”