“Tell me,” I implored him. “I promise not to freak out.” More than anything, I wanted him to feel like he could be honest with me. Unguarded. At least with his desires, because I could guarantee he spent the majority of his time with his emotions locked away.
“I may not be able to give you everything you want.” He looked down at the floor. It was the first time he’d avoided my gaze since he pulled me in off the porch.
“Not asking for a marriage proposal.”
“I mean…” He swallowed, and when he glanced back up, the look in his eyes gutted me. “I’m not ready for you to see all of me.”
The meaning of his words sank in, and I wanted nothing more than to protect the vulnerability he offered. I could already see him steeling himself for some kind of pity letdown.
“I’m fully confident you can fuck my brains out with your pants still half on.”
In an instant, his expression morphed into something so full of carnal promise that I knew I’d said the right thing.
His mouth was on mine a second later, teeth scraping, tongues dancing. This wasn’t an exploration, like the kiss back on the trail, but a demand. A dark, dirty promise.
My sweater was discarded, and his hands raked all over my skin, the calluses sending waves of tingles in their wake. He broke our kiss and dipped down to graze his teeth over my nipple, still covered by my bra. His hand worked over my other breast and the ministrations sent a bolt of need straight between my thighs. He grinned against my skin in response to the anguished noise that came out of me.
“Why are you not inside me already?” I panted.
He chuckled, and I’d never heard such an amused response sound so filthy. “We’ve got all night.” He mumbled his answer into my chest.
I grabbed his head with both hands and pulled it back up to my face so he could fully appreciate the gravity of the situation. “I might die if it takes us all night to get to the main event.”
One corner of his mouth tipped up. “If you think that,” he deftly popped the button on the front of my jeans, “then you’ve been doing it wrong.” His cocky tone was replaced by a strangled noise as his hand reached the juncture between my legs. “Christ,” he dropped his forehead to mine, “you are so wet.”
“Well aware. Now what are you going to do about it?”
I whimpered as he pulled his hand out of my pants, but the sound died in my throat when he brought his glistening finger to his lips and sucked it clean.
“One taste isn’t going to be enough.” He hoisted me up, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He looked around for a moment, searching for the nearest surface to suit our needs.
Four long strides and he deposited me on top of the dining room table, wasting no time in stripping me of my jeans and panties. In that moment, I was grateful he was such a hermit and kept all the curtains closed so I didn’t have to worry about his neighbors getting an eyeful through the dining room windows.
Instead of opening his fly and getting down to business as I’d hoped for, he stood back and drank me in. “Good lord, you are a sight.” His icy blue eyes burned a trail of fire up my body.
There was something lewd and exhilarating about the contrast of being completely naked on display for him like this while he stood there, still fully clothed. Staring at me. I’d never been in a position like this before. With anyone else, the dynamic would’ve made me uncomfortable, but with Drew, it made me feel powerful. Knowing I was offering him what he needed to make this work.
But I was also getting tired of waiting.
I spread my legs and lifted a brow in challenge. “Planning on doing something besides looking anytime soon?”
A smug look crossed his face as he dropped to his knees. “I’ve got some ideas.” He pulled me to the edge of the table, wrapping his arms around the outside of my thighs before burying his face between my legs.
His tongue teased and tormented, circling my clit but never giving me pressure right where I needed it, before traveling down farther and nudging at my opening. My hands clutched the table runner as a frustrated noise broke out of me. He lapped at me, and the satisfied growl that rumbled out of him made me wonder if he was enjoying this more than I was.
I was about to grab his head and direct him where I wanted him when he released my leg, slid two fingers into me, hooked them toward my front wall and latched onto my sensitive bundle with the fervor of a dying man eating his last meal. He brought me to the edge of orgasm in a blink, catching me by surprise. I wanted him inside me when I came, but my body was a locomotive with no brakes barreling down the tracks.
As if he could read my thoughts, he lifted his head and spoke. “Don’t worry, these are the previews. We haven’t even gotten to the main event yet.” Then he proceeded to drive me over the edge.