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Shit.

Just as he began to lower the zipper, I had a fleeting moment of panic and halted his hand.

Was I really going to let this happen? I was in dangerous territory, my body threatening to overheat if he kept going. As it was, I was already suffocating in these fucking clothes, only wearing them so Drew wouldn’t get the wrong idea.

But whatwasthe wrong idea? That I wanted him to touch me? Or that I didn’t? What if I let my guard down and this turned into a colossal fucking mistake?

“Stop thinking so hard. Stop fighting me.” Drew pulled back to lock eyes with mine as he grazed his fingers over my covered cock. It jerked under his touch, clearly wanting what it shouldn’t have.

My jaw twitched as I clenched down hard. “This doesn’t mean anything.”

“Of course not.”

“I still hate you.”

One side of Drew’s lips curved up. “Then hate me on my knees.”

Fair enough.

I practically ripped off my sweltering shirt as Drew lowered my zipper and pushed my pants to the ground.

Shit turned into a frenzy fast.

One minute I was on my feet, the next my back was flat on the mattress with Drew climbing over me to straddle my thighs. As much as I might’ve hated to admit it, he made a damn hot picture. His dark hair fell down over his forehead, eyes blazing, as he flattened his palm and ran it up over my naked chest.

I bucked my hips up, my dick more than ready for his hand, his mouth, whatever it was he was offering.

He answered my impatience by grinding down over me, rubbing his cock over mine as his hand continued to explore my body. When he lowered his mouth to my nipple, sucking on the sensitive tip and flicking it with his tongue, I groaned.

It wasn’t just his actions that had me so aroused, as hot as those were. It was the weight of him on top of me and the feel of his back muscles under my hands as I let myself touch what I hadn’t in so long.

The feeling was strange, both familiar and brand new, and I found myself wanting more.

I grasped a handful of Drew’s hair, tugging his head back. For a moment, his brows knitted in confusion, but I wasn’t asking him to stop.

No, this was just getting started.

Lifting my head, I captured his lips, which seemed to surprise him. He froze for half a heartbeat, but it felt so much longer, giving way to the thought that I’d somehow fucked up.

Just as I was about to pull away, Drew’s hesitation gave way, and he sank into the kiss, a soft sigh escaping him. He ran his tongue along the seam of my lips, forcing them open, and then he dove inside, exploring every inch of me as I did the same.

God, the man could kiss. There was no telling how many hours I’d spent kissing him, and somehow I still found myself wanting more.

I reached down to grab Drew’s ass as he was still rocking his hips over mine. The friction against my dick felt amazing, but I needed more. I arched up into him and pushed his ass down, and Drew chuckled against my lips.

“When did you become a cock tease?” I growled.

“When did you become so impatient?” He nipped at my lower lip. “A cock tease, huh? I’ve never been called that. I’m sure as fuck not starting now.”

His teeth skimmed along my stubble and then he was gone, moving off the bed.

I missed the weight of him immediately, but when he shoved his boxer briefs down and I got a view of his dick, all was forgiven.

Damn. Long, thick, and proud, and glistening at the tip. It made my mouth water. If he hadn’t crawled back on the bed and started pulling down my own briefs, I would’ve been tempted to lay his ass on the bed to get a taste.

A rush of air swept across my aching cock as it was freed from its confines, and Drew didn’t take his time drawing this out. He threw the briefs to the floor somewhere over his shoulder and knocked one of my legs aside with his knee.

I got the picture and spread my legs so he could kneel between them, and the sinful picture he made had me reaching for my cock. I gave it a squeeze as Drew lowered his mouth to hover over the tip, and then his eyes shot up to mine.

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