Kiss. Bite. “Thank Christ.”
And then I’m on my back, and Drew is gone. I prop myself on elbows to find him yanking open my bag. He tosses the box of Trojans onto the bed in easy reach, and then he’s on top of me. Kissing me. Holding me like we’ll both die if he lets go.
And we just might.
His mouth moves to my neck, and I moan at the pleasure.
“Evie.” He says my name like a prayer. Like he’s sayingAmen.“So sweet. My God, you’re all the sweetness in the world.”
“Drew…” I close my mouth because the words are right there, overflowing from my heart, filling my eyes with tears. The weight of him — between my legs, against my front — is the anchor I’ve wanted my whole life.
His hands move over me in long, exploring strokes, leading heat and desire to my already throbbing sex. One hand cups my right breast and his thumb brushes over my nipple. I gasp, and his other slips beneath fabric to grab my ass.
We both have on way too much clothing.
I clutch the hem of his T-shirt but then quickly give up when it’s clear he’s not letting go of me, so then I grab the bottom of my own shirt and meet no resistance when I tug it off.
Drew’s grunts before his mouth closes over my left breast.
“Drew… my God…Tuatha de Danann…”My voice is nothing but a hoarse whisper.
“What’s that, baby?” he asks between suckles.
I glance down at the sinfully erotic sight of him at my breast and try to parse out his question. I close my eyes instead.
“Thoo-a-day-do-nun…You said that this afternoon… What are you calling me, Guppy?” Drew’s voice is low, laced with both humor and lust. The tip of his tongue draws spirals around my nipple. “Need to know so I can live up to it… Open your eyes, baby.”
I obey, blinking at him in an aroused daze, and somehow find the words. “The last race of gods to walk the earth,” I pant, grinding my pelvis against his hardness. “from Irish lore. Lovers… warriors… protectors…beautiful.”
And then he’s hovering above me, his gorgeous face just inches from mine. His eyes blaze behind a mystified frown. He brands me with a searing kiss, one that stretches on and on, our bodies pressing ever tighter together. I ache with desire. I need him inside me.
I tug on his shirt again, and, between kisses, he finally lets me take it. My hands skate over the smooth skin of his muscled back. He feels glorious.
“Make love to me.” I whisper into his ear.
Drew cocks back his head to stare down at me. “Are you sure, Evie?”
I blink up at him, disbelieving. “Yes. God, yes.”
The calloused fingers of his right hand graze down my cheek, the rough touch surprisingly tender. His gray eyes are filled with concern. He opens his mouth. Closes it. Then scowls. “Your safety is everything.”
Love. So much love.
I bring one hand up and let my fingers mirror against his cheek the motions of his touch on mine. “I’ve never felt safer, Drew.”
And then because I know he’s barely keeping his doubts at bay, I grasp for the box with my free hand.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
DREW
Make love to me.
She wants me to make love to her. Does she know I’ve never made love? Not really.
I’ve had sex, sure. Not love.
But with Evie that’s what it is. And lovemaking is something completely different. And I’m not about to let it be anything less.
