Page 11 of Boss Daddy's Girl

"You're being awfully quiet," he observes, his eyes darkening.

"I don't have anything to say."

He pushes the door open and gestures for me to go ahead. "That's not true. You always have something to say."

I don't have a comeback for that. He's right. But I don't have anything to say now because I'm so distracted by his presence. It feels like the air is charged, like anything could happen in here, and the thought fills me with anticipation.

I kick off my heels, my back to him. I'm trying to find some semblance of control again. Then we're face to face with the single bed in the room, and I'm struggling to catch my breath again.

"I'll take the couch," he says after a moment, his voice low.

I nod, looking down at my feet, suddenly shy. I feel the heat of his body as he comes closer. He hooks a finger under my chin and tilts my head up. When our eyes meet, my knees go weak.

"Thank you for tonight, Ellie." His voice is soft, a contrast to his rough appearance. "You really saved my ass."

"Anytime," I whisper, trying to mean it.

He leans down to kiss me on the cheek, and my eyes flutter shut. I turn my head at the last second so his lips graze mine instead. His breath hitches, and my heart starts pounding so loudly I'm sure he can hear it.

We're frozen for a long moment, eyes locked. Then he's kissing me, his hands cupping my jaw, tilting my head back. His touch is gentle, but his kiss is rough. My stomach tightens.

It's just a kiss. It doesn't mean anything, I try to tell myself. But then his tongue slips between my lips, and my mind goes blank.

I've never been kissed like this before. He kisses me like he needs it. Like he can't get enough of me. It's thrilling. I reach up, knotting my hands in his shirt and holding him against me. His body is hard and warm, and when I run my hands down his chest, his muscles ripple under my palms.

My hands drift lower, exploring the ridges of his abs as I work the buttons open. I'm so distracted by the feel of him that I don't notice he's walking us backward until my knees hit the bed. Then we're falling. He breaks the kiss and looks down at me, his breathing ragged.

"Ellie, I..." His voice is hoarse. His eyes are so dark that they almost look black. He trails off, shaking his head.

"What?" I ask breathlessly. I reach up to smooth his messy hair away from his forehead, but he catches my hand.

"Don't start something you can't finish."

My stomach tightens. Is that what I'm doing? I don't even know. All I know is that I want him. I want more of him.

"I’m not a quitter," I whisper.

He stares at me and then groans. "Fuck."

He kisses me again, rough and fierce, making my toes curl. His hands roam down my body, squeezing and cupping, and then he grips my thighs and pulls me closer so that he's settled between my legs. He's already hard, and I gasp at the feel of him pressing against me.

His kiss grows hungrier, and I can't get enough of him. My hands slide under his shirt, desperate to feel his bare skin. My fingers ghost over the ridges of his abs and his chest. There is not an inch of his perfect body that isn’t muscled and toned fromthe hours and hours on rock walls, and finally, getting to touch what I’ve only been able to stare at is such a sweet relief. Drake groans at my touch, giving me the slightest shiver as I stroke his bronzed skin, and it makes me feel powerful.

He breaks the kiss and starts to kiss down my neck, and I arch against him, my breath catching. He growls, his hands gripping my hips, and he pushes up my skirt. I gasp as his fingers brush my thigh.

Alarm bells are going off somewhere deep in my psyche, but I'm doing everything I can to ignore them. This is what I've been craving for so long, and I'm afraid if I hesitate even a little that it's all going to fall apart in my hands. But as Drake shrugs his shirt and suit jacket off and his hands get more insistent, the bells in my head go from ringing to screaming.

You have to tell him you're a virgin!the alarms yell.Virgin! You're a virgin!

Dammit. I am, aren't I? I'm buzzing from the high of being the center of Drake Evan's attention so much that I briefly consider keeping that embarrassing secret to myself, but the thought of lying to him hurts my stomach.

Dammit.

"Drake," I gasp, putting my hands on the hot skin of his bare shoulders and pushing him back just enough to break the contact between us. "Wait. Please."

Drake stops immediately, hands twitching with the need to touch, but his iron willpower wins over easily. He gazes down at me, eyes dark, concerned.

"Ellie? What is it?" he asks. "Are you okay?"

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