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“Should I tell you?” Drew asks, pulling aside the wide neckline of my sweater to nibble at the flesh there. “Or show you?”
“Whatever you do, you better not stop.” I feel his smile again before his hands tighten on my hips. He boosts me up, propping me against the wall and my legs wrap around his waist. I grab his shoulders quickly, the out-of-control feeling making me panic.
“Easy, Bailey girl,” murmurs Drew. “I’ve got you.”
“You’re going to hurt yourself,” I say, though it’s a lie and both of us know it. Drew chuckles.
“You weigh practically nothing,” he says. The conversation screeches to a halt when Drew steps forward, pressing us into the wall and pressing him firmly into me. His erection is thick and firm and sits exactly where I need it, and I’m grinding my hips against him before my next breath.
Drew swears and pulls back slightly, making me whimper.
“You’re going to kill me,” he says.
“Not yet,” I say, not quite sure how I’m still forming words when all I can think about is getting rid of the clothes between us. Luckily, Drew seems to be on the same page. He presses my legs down and slides his hands in the back of my leggings, squeezing my flesh and groaning again.
He’s too tall for me to reach his mouth on my own, so I thread my fingers into his hair, the blond strands catching the dim light from the lamp across the room. Drew doesn’t protest when I pull him down for a kiss.
The heat is overwhelming, so much more than the sum of our parts, like we might set the air on fire between us if we keep touching. I can’t unbutton his shirt fast enough, getting so frustrated that I give up on the tiny buttons and yank the two halves apart. Buttons plink all over the floor. I dare a glance up at Drew, wondering if he’s going to be mad about the damage.
Nope. Definitely not mad. A little shocked, maybe.
“Sorry,” I whisper. He shakes his head, apparently speechless. I take advantage of his momentary immobility to get my mouth on his chest.
Seriously, the man is a work of art. I don’t know how I’ve made it ten years without touching him like this.
My lips close over a small, tight nipple and Drew groans, startled back into action. He pulls his hands off my ass and yanks my pants down, taking my underwear with them halfway down my thighs. The rest of the world stops around me when he sinks to his knees.
“Need you,” he murmurs, his mouth raining kisses over my abdomen as he shoves my sweater up out of his way. “Need to taste you, Bailey.”
I want to say something clever and funny and encouraging, but then Drew’s mouth is on me, right where I need it, and there aren’t any words in any language for the way it feels.
“Drew.”
He doesn’t stop, tonguing and touching and pressing one thick finger deep until I’m bucking against him, riding that touch for all I’m worth until I come. Drew rides it out with me, pulling back only enough to watch me come down off the high, holding me gently until I can open my eyes again. When I look down, the expression on his face takes my breath away all over again.
14
Drew
Bailey’s eyes are unfocused when she finally opens them, gazing down at me like she’s never seen me before. The way I feel right now, I can understand why. Kneeling before her petite, perfect body, I don’t know how I made it so many years without touching her like this.
Whatever Bailey sees on my face makes her gasp, before bending down to kiss me again. It’s hot as hell, knowing she must taste herself on my lips like this. She pulls me up, kicking free of her clothes, wrapping her gorgeous legs around me as I rise to my feet. I manage to unbutton and unzip my jeans in the process and by the time her back hits the wall again, there’s nothing between me and the heat of her body.
Bailey moans, her hips jerking.
“Drew,” she pants. “For the love of God, hurry up already.”
I manage to laugh, the sound strained and rough.
“Bailey girl, this is already going to be over too fast if you keep that up.” Another thought occurs to me. “And I don’t have any protection out here.”
That slows her down, though she still doesn’t stop her grinding.
“I’m on the pill. And I got tested after Peter the Dick left,” she whispers. “There hasn’t been anyone since.”
“No?” The words fall out of my mouth before I can stop them. “Not even Cooper Hicks?” Bailey’s mouth drops open. Even I’m shocked to hear that name coming out of my mouth, especially right now. “You don’t have to answer that.”
“We didn’t have sex,” she says, blushing.
