“And you are, in fact, in support of it,” he offers.
“Yes. I love the idea,” I admit.
When he brushes his palms over my knees, then traces the space behind them, I shiver.
Have I ever shivered from that before? I’m not sure.
“But you don’t love the reality of it,” he says, his hand traveling farther up my thighs, drawing maddeningly light strokes on my skin.
My eyes close for a few seconds as I sink into the fizzy sensations. “I haven’t loved it. I want to, but I haven’t.”
I’m not sure why I’m comfortable telling Drew when he’s a stranger. But perhaps that’s why. Because our connection is sexual. Drew mentioned anext time, but there are no guarantees. There is onlythis time.
And if that’s all there is, then I want it to be amazing.
With a soft murmur, Drew nods, his hands dancing closer to my bikini bottoms. Then, he shifts directions and inches down my body, watching me as he goes. “Let’s make a deal.”
I laugh with anticipation. “What kind of deal?”
He slinks lower, reaching the end of the bed, and then runs those big, warm hands over my skin. He dips his face to my ankle, kissing me there.
I wriggle from the shot of bliss.
He doesn’t answer my question as he moves to my other ankle, dusts a gentle kiss there, then travels upward, kissing my calf, my shin, my knee.
I tremble.
He lavishes the same attention on my left leg, moving up my thighs.
“Ohhh,” I murmur as he caresses me with tender, open-mouthed kisses until he reaches my center.
Then, he looks up, looking pleased but not cocky. “So, here are my terms.”
“Right. Sure. What are they?”
“You let me keep tryingthistill you’re shouting my name,” he says.
Oh, fuck me.
I heat up all over. My core aches exquisitely.
“That sounds like a terrific offer,” I murmur.
“Good,” he says, then whip-fast, he tugs my bikini bottoms down, pushes up my dress, and settles between my thighs.
“Mmm,” he says gazing at me. “You have such a pretty pussy.”
His dirty mouth is such a rush. I love how that word sounds on his lips. How carnal.
Drew gazes at me like he’s trying to decide how he wants to go down on me, then he sinks between my thighs, slides his hands under my ass, and brings me to his mouth.
Andwow.
I groan from the first contact. He’s moaning and he’s only just started. He’s French kissing me slowly and squeezing my ass tenderly, and I feel like dessert.
I thought I’d feel like a project. A problem to solve.
But Drew goes down on me like he wants to learn every detail of my body and catalog all of my wants, my needs.