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I swallow hard. “Hell, Fable.”

Her smile grows. “You would definitely like that, wouldn’t you?” She gets on her hands and knees and crawls toward me, nuzzling my cheek with her nose, her mouth close to my ear. “Drew,” she whispers. “Do you know how wet I get just looking at you?”

I swallow hard, slip my arm around her waist so I can bring her closer to me. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“Maybe.” She laughs, the sound sexy as hell, and I tackle her, pin her beneath me so she can’t get away. I thrust my hips against hers and her eyes darken. “Ooh, I can tell I am totally getting to you.”

“All this true confession talk. A man can only take so much.” Lifting up, I take off my shirt, pleased when I catch her drinking me in with her greedy gaze. She has no problem letting me know how much I turn her on and I love it. “I’m thinking I need to see just how wet you really are.”

A little sound of pleasure escapes her and she clamps her lips shut. “Why don’t you do some investigating and find out?”

Chapter Twelve

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies. – Aristotle

Fable

After playing our silly, sexy game of true confessions, we tease each other like crazy, taking off each other’s clothes between lingering kisses and possessive caresses meant to ignite. I love this playful side of Drew. He’s funny, he’s sweet and he’s sexy as hell. When he said he wanted to see just how wet I really was, everything inside me went loose and hot. And when he proceeded to yank off my sweatpants and slip his fingers beneath my panties, I nearly came right then and there.

Being with Drew, naked and open like this, I’ve never experienced anything like it. I’ve never felt closer to another human being ever in my life, not as close as I feel to Drew Callahan at this very moment.

I’m pinned beneath him, trapped, but there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. His soft hair brushes against my chest as he makes his descent down my body, sending a scattering of gooseflesh across my skin. His hot mouth is everywhere, searching me, and I feel like I’m floating on a cloud, completely lost, too caught up…

“Look at me, baby.” I open my eyes, startled by the endearment. He rarely calls me anything but my name. “Watch me,” he whispers.

I do as he asks, breathless as he drops tender kisses in the valley between my br**sts, across my belly, all the while his gaze never leaves mine. Reaching out, I thread my fingers through his hair, stroking his head, and he covers my br**sts with his mouth, drawing one nipple between his lips with a slight tug. I close my eyes, too overwhelmed with the delicious sensation of his mouth so intimately on my flesh, and I hold him close. Spreading my legs, I accommodate his big body more fully pressed against mine.

This is exactly what I’ve been wanting between us. No walls, no barriers. He finally seems as open to me as I am with him and I love it.

I love him.

He lifts up so he’s bracing his upper body above me, his hands pressed into the mattress on either side of my head. I meet his gaze, my heart fluttering as if it could take flight when I notice the expression on his face. As if he’s at war with himself and what he should do next. “What’s wrong?” I ask, scared he’s going to say or do something that will break this magical moment between us.

“I have a confession to make.” He hangs his head, almost as if he’s embarrassed. “I’ve never done this before.”

I frown. “Um, I hate to break it to you, but we’ve definitely done this before. Together. More than once.”

Chuckling, he meets my gaze once more. “I mean—shit, I don’t know how to say this.”

“More true confessions, Drew?” Reaching out, I touch his cheek, my fingers lingering on the stubble that lines his jaw. I like the way his bristly cheeks feel against my own when he kisses me. It’s sorta hot. He is all sorts of hot. “Don’t be shy. Just say it.”

He leans in, his mouth at my ear, his breath warm against my cheek. “I’ve never gone down on a girl before,” he whispers.

Okay, now I’m shocked. I rest my hand on his chest and push him away slightly so our eyes can meet once again. “Seriously?”

“Seriously.” He nods, I notice his cheeks are ruddy and my heart squeezes.

God, he is so stinking cute and he’s all mine. Mine, mine, mine. We’re pretending we’re perfectly normal and we’re not. We’re both all sorts of messed up.

But I don’t care if he’s troubled and has dealt with an endless amount of bullshit at the hand of a woman so disgusting I can’t even think her name, let alone say it. I still want him. All the time. Desperately. I know he’s damaged. I also know he’s trying his best to work through the damage and become a whole person again.

More than anything, I know he needs me. And I need him. I love him. And Drew loves me. Even though we haven’t said it to each other yet, I know deep in my heart it’s the truth.

“If you don’t want to do it, you don’t have to.” I’m giving him an excuse to back out because the last thing I want to do is pressure him. He’s dealt with enough pressure in his life. Our game of true confessions was hard for him. I knew it would be. But I think it helped us become closer.

A sexy smile curves his lips and I’m momentarily breathless at the sight of it. “Oh, I want to, Fable. More than you can possible imagine.”

Now it’s my turn to become embarrassed and I feel my cheeks heat. “So what are you waiting for?”


Tags: Monica Murphy One Week Girlfriend Young Adult