Page 61 of Drawn to You

He kisses me gently and pushes himself in, more slowly this time. I thread my fingers into his hair and he buries his face in my neck, kissing me until he finds my most sensitive spot, right beneath my earlobe. Soon, he’s buried completely inside me, my legs locked around his waist.

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” he says in my ear.

He gets on his knees, putting my ankles on his shoulders, and I immediately miss the closeness of him. But from here, he’s able to play with my clit as he thrusts into me, anddamn, is he good at it.

I feel myself climbing toward climax again, but what I want more than anything is to see him lose control.

“Show me what you like,” I say. “Please. Fuck me the way you like it.”

“I will, baby. After you come.”

He keeps thrusting, his fingers circling. When I see his strained expression, holding back his own arousal in favor of mine, I let go, coming even harder than I did the first time. It seems to go on and on, Dane’s expert fingers making it last.

“Keep your legs here,” he says, and I lock my ankles behind his head.

He leans over me again, one hand bracing himself on his headboard, and he pistons his hips, pumping into me so hard I have to put a hand against the headboard to keep myself in place.

His arm muscles flex as he thrusts, breathing hard. He’s spectacular. I’ve never seen anything so masculine and sexy in my life. I can’t believe I’m the one having this effect on him. I know I’ll be sore from this tomorrow and I’m going to love every second of it.

“Oh, fuck...” His eyes lock onto mine as he rocks his hips into me, moving faster now. “Josie.”

God, I love the sound of my name on his lips as his body locks and he groans with his release. His body shudders and I run my palms down his sweat-slicked back.

He exhales, relaxing, and we lie down side by side.

“We’ve been dancing around this thing between us for a long time,” he says softly.

“Was it worth the wait?” I stroke my fingertips over his cheek.

“I think so. But let’s dispense with this pretend girlfriend thing.”

The flutter returns to my stomach. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

“No more games. I want you in my life as my girlfriend.”

I love the sound of that. And I hate that I have to worry about what my aunt would say, but I do.

“I don’t know how that would work with my job.”

His hand is on my hip, his thumb stroking my skin. “We can keep it private until you’re done with the job. But then we tell everyone.”

I smile, feeling like a flower about to burst into bloom. “Okay.”

There are so many unknowns, but I’m sure of the most important thing: us.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Dane

I was dreaming about bacon.Probably because Josie and I finally—fuckingfinally—had sex, and now I can dream about other things. I shift in bed, open my eyes and sniff the air.

It wasn’t a dream. I smell bacon, and Josie’s curled up asleep beside me, so she’s not the one making it.

My mom. It comes back to me then—my parents are here and she must be cooking. I grab my phone from the bedside table to see how long Josie and I slept. It’s 6:07 p.m. We’ve been out for almost seven hours.

I’m groggy and could easily go back to sleep.

“No!” Josie cries, flying into a sitting position, her eyes wide.