Page 371 of Steamy Ever After

“Ah, great. Perfect even.” His long fingers stroke the back of my hand. “Do you have to be anywhere tomorrow? Need to check in with work?”

“Not yet. I’m still settling in.” Not a complete lie, but the medical practice can wait another day.

“Good,” he whispers. “I plan to have you out all night.”

All night? My stomach flutters with what that might entail.

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Inever thought a blindfold could be comfortable. But it is. The silk rests softly over my eyes.

Drake helps me out of the truck, using the maneuver to sneak in another kiss.

Hot, molten, sexy as sin, his lips capture mine, worshiping me as his expert tongue does things I never dreamed possible.

I ache for him.

After a simple kiss?

How is that possible?

Scott never made me feel this way. Hell, I never made myself feel this way when frustration drove me to take care of things myself.

I surrender beneath the quickening rush of his exhales feathering against my skin. He moves from my mouth to my neck, teasing and tickling, as he works up to suck on my earlobe where that talented tongue turns me into a quivering mess.

His low, throaty chuckle tells me two things. First, he’s having fun with me. Second, he’s a masterful kisser and knows it.

His confidence is dreamy. In his hands, beneath the expert torture of his tongue, I can lower my defenses and do something I’ve never done before.

I can be soft, willing, and captivated. I can blissfully surrender, letting him take the lead. There’s no thought about the physical act to come. Instead of enduring sex, I luxuriate in the gentle nibbles and kisses, licks and nips Drake is intent on delivering.

He moves from my earlobe back down the sensitive skin of my neck, making me burn beneath the heat of his kiss. The man is one hundred percent focused on my pleasure. Yet another thing I’m not accustomed to.

I moan as his hand wraps in the hair at my nape, gripping and pulling with intent. Drake’s certainly a take-charge kind of man, and right about now, he could ask me to do anything, and I’d say yes.

Dear Lord, when did I start trembling? When did I start making those delirious moans? He turns me into a wanton creature, and I’ve never been that. I’ve never not been in control.

My skin burns beneath the heat of his mouth, then shivers as he moves on to stimulate and torture the next square inch. I can barely think, but there’s one thing I want.

"When are you going to let me remove the blindfold?" I ask, after catching my breath from his kiss.

"Soon, city girl." He whispers the endearment into my ear, nuzzling my neck before grasping my hand and leading me forward. "The ground is a bit uneven, but you should be okay."

"I'm not going to trip, am I?"

"If you do, I'll catch you."

I believe him.

A part of me wonders if he’ll always be there to catch me when I fall—both in the literal sense and the figurative. That’s another thing I’ve never had.

I’ve never been able to lean on anyone else. Scott called it needy when I asked for his help and was always put out of his way to assist me with whatever problem I was having.

Drake’s already gone above and beyond.

His kisses move from my throat to meander along my collar bone. He ends his exploration at the tip of my shoulders.

“You’re tickling me.” I wriggle in his arms.

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