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His hands went to my waist and he lifted me to sit on the counter. Surprised, I squeaked, and he chuckled against my mouth.
“Wrap those long, luscious legs around me. We’re moving this to the couch.”
I hesitated. “I can walk.”
“I know.” His lips drifted from my mouth to my jaw and teased their way down my neck. “Don’t care. I wanna put my arms around you and get a good handful of ass.”
I panicked. “I’m too heavy. You’ll hurt yourself.”
Drew stopped kissing and eased back. He gave me a slow searching look. “Brick, let me worry about how much I can carry.”
“But—”
He slid his thumb over my lips to quiet the next protest. “That’s the voice in your brain. Silence it, babe. It’s not doing you any favors.”
I chewed my lip. “I don’t know if I can.”
Sliding his hands under my thighs, he leaned close again and gave me a feral grin. “Then I guess I’ll have to do it for you.”
With that he lifted me off the counter. I gasped and grabbed hold with my legs and arms. Drew just chuckled again, then crashed his mouth against mine.
He crossed the room with me like I weighed nothing, turned, and sat on the blue leather couch.
“Leather. Niiice.” Cupping the nape of my neck, he held my gaze. “Any other worries?”
“Um. Protection?” I had an IUD, but that didn’t prevent STDs.
“Got it covered.” He pulled a condom from his pants pocket. Did he always carry them or had he planned on us ending up in bed?
Drew dragged his finger to the tip of my chin and tilted my face up until I met his gaze. “Zelda, you doing okay?”
Aside from hyperventilating?I nodded a little too vigorously. “Yeah.”
“You wanna keep going? Or should I stop? You’re in control of this.”
Feeling nervous as fuck, I weighed the options. I hadn’t been with very many men before Tristan. A six-month boyfriend in the last year of high school, a handful of one-nighters, and a few make-out sessions that led to nothing. Drew was different. He cared about me, about my comfort and my pleasure. But what if he didn’t like what he saw once I was naked? Or realized how vanilla I was in bed if we really got going? Yet every time he touched me, my nerves zinged from my brain to my crotch. He knew how to excite a woman, and I knew what kind of sex he enjoyed — I’d narrated scenes that would make a hooker blush.
And I’d be lying if I said the idea of getting fucked like Juno Galore didn’t make my panties wet. They most certainly were.
So, I sucked in a breath, leaned forward, and murmured, “Keep going,” before running my tongue across his lower lip.
He groaned and pulled our bodies together. “I’m gonna give you the best fuck you’ve ever had.”
6
TELL ME WHAT YOU LIKE
Drew foundthe bow holding my sweater closed and pulled it apart, unthreading the length that wrapped around my waist and exposing my nude bra.
“Good God, you’re beautiful.” He brushed his fingers over my breasts and kissed me. My nipples hardened under his touch and I moaned into his mouth.
He pushed the sweater from my shoulders and arms, then slid his hands around my back, pausing to unhook my bra before continuing their upward slide. He shoved his fingers into my hair and made an appreciative little noise in his throat.
“I’ve wanted to get a good handful of this glorious hair for way too long.” He pressed his face to my curls. “Fuck, you smell amazing, Brick.” He tilted my head back, trailed his lips along my jaw, and nipped down my throat, murmuring, “Definitely something I want to eat.”
Gooseflesh rose all over my body and I shivered.
Good goddamn, he knew what he was doing. I definitely was not bored.
