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"I'm sorry," he said, his words brushing against her hair. "We can go somewhere else."
That was the last thing she wanted. The need to touch and be touched, to confirm everything was alright, that normally came after a serious adrenaline rush was compounded by the fact that she was with Drew.
She shook her head and tilted her face up. "I'm not planning on spending time in the living room tonight anyway."
He looked down at her, his gaze zeroing in on her mouth. His pupils dilated and his nostrils flared with a lust that her body recognized at once. Her nipples puckered and her body hummed with need so strong she had to clench her thighs together.
But just as fast as it appeared, he blinked the desire away and a neutral mask slid onto his face. "Yeah, you should rest up."
Oh no, he wasn't going to shut them down tonight. "Don't wanna do that either."
He glanced over at the fridge as the vein in his temple worked at a frantic pace. "Snack?"
"What's wrong, Drew?" She stepped closer and ran her hands across the soft cotton of his T-shirt, relishing all the hard muscle laying underneath. "Nervous all the sudden?"
He grimaced and looked toward the ceiling as if he'd find answers there or was praying for strength. "You just got out of the hospital."
"Where they said I was perfectly okay." She dropped her hands to the buttons of his black tactical pants.
He captured both of her wrists in one hand, stopping her before she could make more progress. "You have to be woken up every two to three hours."
"Then it's a good thing I know the perfect way to stay awake."
Not bothering to try to break his hold, she raised herself up on her tiptoes, relishing the heat of his body against hers, the musky male scent of his skin, and the solid reassurance of his strong body. Then she gave in to temptation and brushed her lips up the line of his throat to the stubble along his jawline.
He let out a tortured groan that only encouraged her.
"I don't know that we should. You've had a rough night."
"It was doctor's orders." She nipped at his bottom lip. "And I know how much you love to follow the rules."
"Really? When I'm around you, it seems like all I do is break them."
He lowered his head and she knew she had him. She leaned in and kissed him, her tongue sweeping across his juicy bottom lip before sweeping inside. He groaned his appreciation, a low, bass sound that reverberated through him, and released her wrists. His hands went straight to her ass and he lifted her so she fit snug and tight against his hard cock that was straining against his pants. Desire made her chest tight and her muscles loose.
"Take me to your bed and fuck me senseless, Drew Jackson."
"You need this cock, Sweets?"
She ground against his hard length, desperate for him--not just his body but the man himself. She loved him, had always loved him, and he was the only one who could give her what she needed. "So fucking bad that it hurts."
"Don't worry, I'll give it to you." He carried her out of the kitchen. "I'll always give you what you want."
Drew
Drew laid her gently on his bed. This was the last thing they should be doing, but he had to touch her to confirm to himself that she was here and okay. And with her looking at him with those big eyes and a green and purple bruise trying to take over one side of her face there was no way he could tell her no when she needed the same thing as much as he did.
As much as it killed him, he would go slow, tender, and only as much as she needed. "Tell me what you need."
She sat up, her hands going to his pants again. "You." With deft fingers and a hungry look in her eyes, she popped the button and slid down the zipper. "Hard and fast."
The wet tip of his aching cock poked through the opening in his boxers and she dipped her head down, lapping at the pre-come on the swollen head. A white bolt of pleasure shot through him that made his lungs seize. He clenched his hands into fists as he fought to maintain some kind of control over his body's reaction.
"Sweets." It came out half prayer and half plea. "We should take it slow."
"Fuck that." She reached up and shoved his pants and boxers down. "I need you." She wrapped her fingers around his concrete dick and stroked it with the kind of tight pressure that made his eyes roll back in his head. "I need you filling me up until I can't take anymore."
When his sight returned a second later, Leah was staring up at him with his dick in her hand and his resistance blew away like tumbleweeds in a windstorm. There was no going back. He loved her. Loved every maddening thing about her. Tonight he'd almost lost her.
