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I traced the ugly pattern in the carpet with my eyes. His feet moved, but before I could register how quickly he was moving across the elevator, he was in front of me. Drake stood closely enough that I could feel the warmth radiating off his body, but he didn’t touch me.
“Look at me,” he said.
Any attempt at ignoring his command was futile, and I took a slow breath before I looked up. His face was gentle, but his eyes were intense, and when he smiled, my stomach flipped. “Do you want me to kiss you?” he said, and suddenly I was back in the bridal suite. The tension from that moment filled the elevator, and the air was thick.
“Not at all.”
Drake stepped a little closer until the toes of his shoes touched mine. “Are you sure?”
I gulped, closing my eyes. “Not at all.”
“Tell me yes.” He sounded desperate. “Tell me you want me to kiss you.”
I nodded. I couldn’t believe he was right, but he was. All I wanted was to feel his lips on mine again. “Kiss me.”
A low growl emitted from his chest before he grabbed the sides of my face and slammed his lips against mine. I parted them when his tongue darted across the bottom one, and I hummed when I tasted the vanilla icing on his breath. He tasted good, better than he had any right to taste.
“Are you sure you don’t like me?” he asked, with his lips still touching mine.
“Jesus, Drake, just shut up and keep kissing me.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, smashing my mouth into his. I would regret this in the morning, but I didn’t care.
His arms were tight when he closed them around my waist, and I whimpered. He groaned when the bell dinged again, signaling we had reached the third floor. When the doors opened, Drake lifted me, tossing me over his shoulder.
He stormed off the elevator, and the floor-length skirt of my dress flowed around my legs while he moved. There was already a key dug out of his pocket when he stopped in front of a door, and he unlocked it, throwing it into the wall behind it. He stepped into the room and then slammed the wood door shut behind us. I gasped.
Drake set me on my feet at the foot of the bed, holding on until he was sure I had my balance. Even when I did, we stood and stared at each other for what felt like an excruciating amount of time. I held my breath, locking eyes with him and reaching for the zipper on the back of my dress. He gulped when I tugged, and the sound filled the room.
While I pulled the zipper, Drake’s eyes never left me, but he slid his suit jacket off and tossed it onto the chair in the corner. He was meticulous when he unfastened his belt and slipped it through the loops, also tossing it to the chair. My mouth dried out when he lifted a single brow, giving me an easy once-over.
He paused when I moved my hands to the straps on my dress. I pulled them off my shoulders one at a time before I let go, the chiffon fabric falling to the ground in a heap at my feet. I felt bare standing in front of him in just a strapless bra, lacy thong, and heels. My feet no longer hurt when Drake was staring at me like that.
I moved to cover the surgery scars left on my abdomen after my car accident, and Drake scowled. He reached out and grabbed my arms, guiding them back to my sides. Then he reached behind me, unclasping my bra and dropping it. His eyes darkened when he stared at my bare chest.
When he hooked his fingers in the waistband of my thong, I froze, watching the muscles in his arms ripple before he tugged at the fabric. It dropped to the floor with my dress, and I stepped out of it, realizing Drake was still fully dressed. I reached for the buttons on his shirt. He stopped me, closing his hands around my wrists and pulling me to him.
Drake cradled my face, gently pressing his lips to mine and guiding me back towards the bed. He didn’t use any words, directing me to sit with a soft nudge. I dropped onto the mattress, looking up at him and suddenly missing his lips on mine and his strong hold on my hips.
My mouth dropped open when he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing defined muscles I’d known had to be there but hadn’t seen. I had imagined them when the muscles in his arms flexed, though. Now I imagined running my tongue over them. Not that I’d admit that to him.
When he rolled his shoulders and dropped his shirt to the floor, I reached out to put my hands on his chest. He stopped me, grabbing my wrists again. “Not yet,” he said, using his hold on me to guide my hands back to the bed.
Drake moved his hands to my legs, spreading them and kneeling between them. He kissed the underside of my knee before running his tongue along the inside of my thigh. I shivered, and warm arousal pooled between my legs.
“Did Texas ever make you come so hard you saw stars?” he asked between gentle, teasing kisses on my hips.
I whimpered. “No.”
“Did he ever make you come at all?” His tongue was warm and wet when he ran it along my skin to the cleft between my legs. He nuzzled his nose against my pussy, inhaling and letting out a quiet growl.
“I… Drake,” I hesitated.
He grinned. “That’s a no. Don’t worry, angel. I’m going to take care of you now.” I cried out when he pushed his tongue past my lips and flicked it over my clit. “Relax.”
Every muscle in my body tensed when he closed his lips over the hard bud and sucked lightly, running his tongue in small circles over the top. My back arched, and I nearly left the bed. I weaved my hands in his hair, closing the strands in a tight fist.
“Shit!” I cried in a high-pitched whine.
Drake didn’t stop, placing one hand flat on my stomach and holding me against the bed. I tried to lift my hips, desperate for more, and he pushed down more firmly. “Patience, hmm?” he said, barely pulling his lips from my clit.
