Page 176 of How to Win the Girl

Excited, I spread my legs as he settles back between them, his large body is warm and solid above me. His mouth? Back on mine.

The moment is electric. Unplanned and perfect.

Like his body.

His ass, especially, I could eat off it.

“I want you to fuck me so bad,” I breathe the confession against his mouth; admit it without flinching, the honest words making his eyes go wide.

“That’s good news ’cause I want to fuck you so bad.”

That voice.

That accent.

I want him so much.

He has become a physical ache. A burning desire that started consuming me the second he first said my name. I want to feel his hands on me, his lips on mine, his body pressing into mine. It’s almost painful, this need.

“What are you waiting for?” I ask, moving my hips to urge him on.

“I’m just lookin’. I want to remember this moment.”

“Am I going somewhere?” I tease, reaching up to run my fingers through his hair—but still impatient.

“I’ve never had sex with a girlfriend.” He sounds bashful. “This has gotta be a core memory, right?”

A core memory.

Something Stella is always saying when she gathers a memory for her bank—when she can’t take a photo of it.

I’d never expect a guy like Drake to say something sentimental; not in the heat of the moment.

I lean up to kiss him on the mouth, pulling him down to me. I run my hands over his back, down the middle of his spine, my fingers pressing along his vertebra.

He’s like a Greek statue come to life, and he’s in my bed.

His ass, too.

I grip it, squeezing. “Mmm. Mama like.”

That does the trick.

“You like that?” He rocks over me, positioning himself over my pussy, ready to enter.

“Yes.” Of course I do. Who wouldn’t?

He presses forward, the tip entering.

Just the tip.

Little by little.

Inch by inch.

It’s driving me nuts, this wait.

He thrusts all the way inside. Finally.

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