Page 379 of Steamy Ever After

I loop my index finger around his and lift his hand up between us. Turning our hands palm to palm, I marvel in the differences.

My fingers are long, delicate, and smooth. His are wide, strong, and thickly calloused. Drake’s a man who works with his hands. It’s evident in everything about him, from his muscular form to the natural confidence which oozes out of every pore.

He’s a force of nature and different in every way from other men I’ve known. The previous men in my life, including Scott, were more concerned about intellectual prowess than anything else.

“Your hand feels good pressed against mine.” The smooth cadence of Drake’s voice sends a shudder rippling through my body.

He splays his fingers, twining them with mine. Then, he leans over and draws my hand to his mouth, where he gently kisses the inside of my wrist.

My insides do that flippy thing again: butterflies dancing instead of that herd of elephants. A sigh escapes me as Han and Leia fly through a city in the clouds. We’re nearly to the end of the Empire Strikes Back. I have no idea what time it is, except it must be well past midnight.

After he flutters soft kisses over my inner wrist, I give a little tug, drawing his hand to my mouth, intent on moving this along.

He doesn’t fight me. In fact, the eagerness in his expression emboldens me to do something I would otherwise never do. I lift his hand to my mouth and mirror what he did with a soft press of my lips to his inner wrist.

His skin tastes like heaven. He draws back, but I tighten my grip and move my mouth around to his index finger.

Bolder than I’ve ever been in my life, I slowly take his finger into my mouth, sucking on the tip, licking and flicking the pad of his finger with my tongue.

His eyes widen as I take his entire finger into my mouth, sucking and teasing with a promise I’m excited to deliver on.

Which is very unusual for me.

One of Scott’s biggest complaints about our sex life was my lack of desire for less traditional ways to explore and enjoy. But, giving him head never interested me. The few times I did, it was a struggle, and I derived no pleasure from the act. The same went for the reverse. The few times Scott went down on me, it was something to endure rather than enjoy.

“Goddamn, city girl, I hope you’re not teasing me.” Drake shifts in his seat, making a crude, and very obvious, adjustment to his pants. “You’ve got me hard and aching.”

With my eyes locked to his, I make one more pass up and down his finger, sucking on the tip and giving a little flick with my tongue. I withdraw his finger with a pop and sit back with a Cheshire grin on my face.

Then, I very pointedly, cross my arms and face the screen to watch Boba Fett encase Han in carbonite. Tears stream down Leia’s face as Chewy howls and wraps his arms around her.

“Oh no, city girl.” Drake makes another adjustment and stands. “You’re not getting away with that.” He takes my hand and yanks me out of my seat.

I tumble into his embrace and right into another toe-curling kiss. As he cups my face and kisses me senseless, I’m reminded of what he said.

Drake has only one speed. There’s a little trembling in my body as what that means takes root.

This is it.

Unless, I say no.

But there’s no way I’m saying no to this man. My arms wrap around his waist as he steers us clear of the fire and backs me up to the tailgate of his truck. The tailgate is down, and blankets stretch from one wheel well to the other.

Funny, but I don’t remember him doing that.

Wedging his hips between my legs, he palms my ass as he pulls our bodies as close as they can possibly get.

“Do you remember what I told you in the barn?” His low, throaty words send a shiver racing through my body.

His exact words? No, I don’t remember exactly what he said, but I remember the most important thing.

I grab the hem of my sweater and peel it off my body. My shimmering tank top is next. Shameless, I rip it off my body, revealing the black lace I wore specifically for him.

He stands back, heated gaze taking in the black lace of my bra. Slowly, he hooks his finger under the strap and lifts toward my shoulder.

“Last chance, city girl.”

He looks right in my eyes as he draws the strap off my shoulder and down my arm, slowly exposing more of my skin.

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