Sara
MY KNEE BOBBED as Drew drove my car to his apartment. I didn’t even protest as nerves, excitement, and exhaustion from the last half hour filtered through my system. I thought I’d witnessed Drew cheating right before my boss hit on me, then after a ridiculous misunderstanding on my part, I blurted, “I love you.” It was as if I morphed into someone else tonight, someone without any semblance of control wearing her heart on her sleeve, and that sure as shit wasn’t me. But with Drew, I wasn’t myself. He brought out a side of me I never knew existed—and didn’t know how to handle. I’d always hid my insecurities with snark but being in love was a totally different ball game. I couldn’t hide how I felt or how vulnerable it made me.
Drew stayed silent the entire ride to his place, throwing a smirk in my direction a couple of times but not saying a word. He pulled into the spot in front of his apartment and palmed my still shaking knee after he shut the engine off.
“Stop being nervous. It’s me. And I love you. Relax, Gorgeous.” He grabbed my hand and kissed the top of my wrist before opening the driver’s side door and stepping out of the car. I sucked in a breath and opened my door. Drew was the only person on this planet that didn’t make me nervous . . . well, not anymore. When I first started spending time with him, sure, my knee bobbed all over the place then, too. But at some point along the way, he became my calming center. It’s when he wasn’t around that I felt anxious and uneasy. As I followed Drew into his apartment, I did a quick calculation in my head of how long it’d been since I had sex. Almost ten years? Shit. I was a thirty-two-year-old born-again virgin, and Drew was a gorgeous man in the prime of his life. Hairstyles and music were more or less the same the last time he’d had sex.
He led me into his room, shutting the door and locking it. I plopped down on the bed, peeling my down jacket off but so awkwardly unsure what the hell to do next.
“Hey, what did I tell you in the car?” Drew whispered as he grabbed my hand and pulled me up to stand. “It’s me. And we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. I just want to sleep next to you tonight. So, if you aren’t ready—”
“I am,” I cut him off as my hands drifted down the soft cotton of his T-shirt. “It’s . . . it’s been a really long time.” I shrugged as my fingers flirted with the hem of his shirt and inched it over the waistband of his jeans. I traced the smooth skin over the hard muscle, and the corners of Drew’s mouth lifted in a carnal smile as I brought the soft cotton higher.
“How long?” Drew’s voice dipped to a husky rasp as our eyes locked. My fingertips traced over every muscle and ridge, pressing deeper into his smooth skin as I continued to explore. My heart hammered in my chest as the air thinned between us.
“Nine years. And eleven months. Full decade, Kostas. I hardly remember the last time, to be honest.”
Drew stepped back and peeled his shirt off, flinging it on the floor behind him. My God, he was breathtaking. I’d glimpsed parts of his hard, muscular body, but I salivated as I took in every detail.
“Sara,” he whispered, his eyes almost black. “I don’t want to think about you and . . . anyone. Makes me a little crazy.” I licked my parched lips, checking the corner of my mouth for drool.
His fingers tangled into my hair as he took my mouth in a fierce kiss. The intensity made my knees buckle. It was rough and hot and somehow still sweet. Shivers drifted up the fibers of my spine as he fisted the bottom of my shirt before pulling it over my head. His hooded eyes glossed over my half-naked body, but I wasn’t embarrassed or scared, only impatient we still had clothes on.
His hands glided over my chest, my nipples puckering at his light touch. He kissed down my shoulders, sliding the bra straps to my elbows before unhooking the back and slipping it down my arms.
“You are beautiful. So fucking beautiful.” He cupped my breasts on a tortured sigh before dipping his head to suck one of my nipples into his mouth. My body responded by almost collapsing at his feet. “And you have no idea. No clue how amazing you are. I’ve never wanted anyone this much.” Our lips crashed in a searing, breathless kiss. “Tell me to stop,” he murmured, his mouth still moving against mine.
“No,” the word fell from my lips in a guttural plea. “Please don’t stop.”
My head was still spinning when he dropped to his knees.
Drew lifted his head, holding my gaze as he unbuttoned my pants and inched them down my thighs, dragging kisses down my leg with each new inch of exposed flesh. I stepped out of them once they pooled at my feet.
His tongue dragged down my stomach before his thumbs hooked into my panties and yanked them down, kissing a path down my legs until they were at my ankles. I was so wet, a cool draft chilled the inside of my thighs. Drew hadn’t even been inside me yet, and this was already the best sex of my life.
I latched on to Drew’s shoulder in an effort to stay upright, as now I was quivering for a whole different reason. I whimpered when his tongue glided across the damp flesh of my inner thigh, almost where I wanted it. He was the worst kind of tease. He’d get closer and closer, and then back away. My cheeks heated as a sheen of sweat broke out across my skin.
“Drew, please,” I begged as I bucked my hips against his face.
He grabbed my leg and hooked it over his shoulder. “Well, you did say please.” He glanced up at me with a half-smile before he buried his head at the apex of my thighs. My knees gave out as his tongue and lips worked me over, sucking then biting my clit while twisting two fingers deep inside me. My mouth fell open in a silent scream as the first wave of tremors hit me. My legs shook around Drew’s face as I came hard, gushing into his mouth and writhing and twisting against his lips.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. So fucking sexy, and so fucking mine,” Drew panted as he stood from the floor and kissed me. His lips and chin were once again soaked with me and I loved it.
I reached inside the waistband of his jeans and pulled on his hard, pulsating cock. “Inside me. Please,” I pleaded as he laughed against my lips.
“My pleasure, Gorgeous. Lay back.” He gave me a gentle shove onto the mattress, playful yet possessive. He fished his wallet from his back pocket and threw it onto the bed before kicking off his pants. He pulled out a condom, rolling it on quickly before climbing on top of me.
He grabbed my wrists and pinned them over my head. “Hands don’t move until I say. Now, tell me you’re mine.” He slid inside me in one thrust and I cried out from the fullness. He stilled for a long moment before moving, slow at first then letting go of my hands as he picked up the pace. “Tell me, Sara.”
“I love you.” My voice was reduced to a croak as Drew moved deeper. “I’m yours.” My head burrowed into his chest. I was so full and already sore, but I didn’t care. I wanted more and never wanted to stop.
“Eyes on me when I’m inside you,” he grabbed the back of my neck and threaded his fingers into my hair. “I need to see you.” My eyes locked with his, his features rigid yet reverent. As we moved together in perfect sync, I realized I had another first. I’d never been in love, or actually made love before. Sure, I’d had sex, but this was the polar opposite—and I was certain I’d never recover. Throbbing started in my spine and exploded over me in waves. Drew stiffened in my arms as he slowed inside me. He dropped his head into the crook of my shoulder, panting, sweaty, and perfect—and mine.
“We should go into jealous tailspins more often.” I giggled in his ear.
“I’ll always be jealous when it comes to you.” He lifted his head and smiled, causing my knees, and the rest of me, to melt into a puddle. “And if this jerk tries—”
I pressed my finger to his lip. “I know how to handle it, caveman. Now you relax.” I kissed the damp hair on his forehead. “No going back,” I whispered. “I own you, remember?”
“How could I forget? You’ve owned me for months.” He kissed my shoulder and drew me into his chest. “Don’t forget that, okay?”
I nodded into his neck, nuzzling into his side before I let my heavy eyelids shut. I may have owned him, but I wished I could figure out how to keep him.