Falling in Love (Rockford Falls 5)

“You really want to have to replace those windows?”

“I wouldn’t mind at all. And anybody who complained their car took too long, they don’t have priorities like I do. I mean it, Chel. You snap your fingers and I’ll be on my knees for you.”

“Damn,” I said, “even though I’m not the finger snapping kind, you make me want to be a dominatrix when you talk like that.”

“You always treated me like an equal. You never realized how lucky I was to ever get near you. How I didn’t deserve you. Any man would be lucky to get you to snap your fingers.”

“What if that isn’t what I want?” I ventured.

“Then tell me what you want,” he said, “You’d be surprised what I can do.”

“Show me. Show me something you’ve been dreaming about, Drew. You say you’ve fantasized about me all this time. Let me give you something you want.”

“I have everything I want right here. I couldn’t ask for anything more,” he said.

“Tell me,” I said, “please.”

“God, when you say please—" he breathed. “I can’t tell you no.”

“Please,” I breathily whispered, my lips pressing to his.

“Yes,” he said. I felt his body wrap around me, just press me down into the bed as his mouth rocked over mine. I was swamped by the solid weight of him bearing me down into the mattress, his tongue in my mouth. I could only hold on and suck his tongue and try to breathe. Slowly, he kissed his way down my neck, sucking my throat and sending chills all over my skin. I always loved how he kissed my neck, the sexy thrill it gave me. I was already so aroused by him. Drew’s hands were all over me, my neck and arms and breasts, mouthing my nipple through the silk again.

“If you don’t want it ripped, take it off,” he growled.

“I don’t care if you rip it off me,” I said, feeling wild and eager.

He sat back for a second, gripped the neckline of my silky yellow top and tore it open like it was paper. I was shaking with the arousal of knowing he couldn’t wait to get his hands on my bare skin, that he was tearing off my clothes. I laughed ecstatically. His eyes darkened, possessive, and he kissed my chin and the sensitive place beneath my jaw.

“I want you to ride me,” he said, “so I can look at your beautiful face when you come.”

Drew caressed my side and stomach, and then flipped me over on top of him, making it clear that I might be on top, but he was the man in charge. Then he reached over and flicked on the lamp beside his bed.

“Can you turn it back off?” I said.

“You’ve got nothing to be insecure about. I want to memorize every detail of you. The way you are now, not the memory of you.”

I couldn’t argue with that logic, not if he liked my body as much as I liked his now. And it was flattering as hell, to tell the truth. So I gave a little shrug and then straddled his abs. I leaned over so he could capture my nipple in his mouth and suck it. The more he teased me with his tongue, the more I got wound up. I was rubbing my pussy all over his stomach while he palmed my breasts and fondled them, taking my breast deep in his mouth and drawing on it, giving me a strong pulling sensation that ran straight to my clit. I was painting proof of my arousal all over his abs. He grinned, my nipple in his mouth.

“I love getting you worked up like this. You show me just what you like,” he said. Then he ran his hands down my ass, spread my thighs from behind and ran his finger along my trembling folds. “You feel so wet for me. I love doing this to you.” He petted my sex, breached me with one finger, teasing, and then brushed his lips against my ear, “Ride my cock. Now.”

A thrill ran through me at his command. I rose up on my knees, his hands still on my ass, guiding me down. His cock was a long, proud curve, dark and thick. Teasing him, I grabbed his cock and slid it between my thighs, rubbing it against my sex but not letting him in. He groaned, a tense smile on his face. “Again,” he said, and I traced my folds with the head of his cock, my inner lips clenching at the barest touch. I wanted him now, but I wanted to make this good for him. It was his fantasy, after all. “Enough teasing,” he said, as I felt more wetness weep from the head of his cock and onto my fingers.