Page 47 of A First Sight

She closed the gap between us, and when our lips met again, I wrapped my arms around her.

THIRTY-SIX

MAGGIE

Feeling Drake’sfirm hands around my waist, I wound my fingers through his hair. It was as soft as I’d imagined.

I tilted my head and parted my lips to let in his tongue. He pulled me closer until our chests touched, and I was on the edge of my seat. He was eager to please. While his tongue explored my mouth, his hands shifted, one cupping the back of my head as if he needed to hold me. The other dropped lower, landing where my back touched the very top of my ass.

Taut muscles tempted me beneath the thin material of his shirt. I wanted to see them, to feel his hot skin against mine. I pressed my thighs together as the very center of me throbbed in anticipation.

Drake tore his mouth away, resting his forehead against mine. “Maybe we better stop.”

I could hear the reluctance in his voice, his ragged breathing telling me he was hot with arousal. He wanted this, but he gave me an out. I could quit now, or I could explore whatever this connection was. And right now, I needed this.

“That sounds like a terrible idea,” I said, my voice as breathless as his. I slid my hand between us and placed it on his chest. His heart thudded against my palm.

As he slid his hand around my side, his gaze kept fixed on my face. When his thumb touched the side of my breast, I moaned. My blood rushed as his hand trailed across my stomach and down to my thigh. He stopped there, right at the crease of my hip.

My lips were parted, breath puffing in and out in time with my racing heart. Every cell in my body ached, and there was only one thing that could relieve me.

“Take me to your bedroom,” I said.

“First things first,” Drake said as he stood in front of me. He looked serious. I took a deep breath as he reached for me, wondering what he would do.

Before I could respond, his hands cupped my face, and he grabbed my lips in a fierce kiss. This was a kiss filled with fire and the promise of intense pleasure to come.

He guided me into the master bedroom, and we fell onto the bed so we landed on our sides. I wouldn’t be shy. I wanted more. I hooked one leg around his waist, wrapped my arms around his shoulders, and started to roll over. It took him a moment to realize what I was doing, then he complied, shifting, so he was on top of me.

As our tongues twisted, I clawed at the buttons on his shirt. He broke our kiss, looking at me with an amused expression on his face.

“It’s gotta go,” I said.

Slowly, teasingly, he opened the buttons on the shirt, revealing the body an athlete would die for. I nearly hummed with pleasure as I took it in.

His stomach was flat, with abs that looked like someone had cut them from stone. A thin, dark trail of curls led from his belly button straight south to disappear beneath his pants. I could see the tops of those deep v-grooves that I loved.

He picked me up, startling an embarrassing squeak out of me. With a chuckle, he tossed me toward the head of the bed.

He nudged my hair out of the way and pressed his lips against the top of my neck. He grabbed the hem of my sweatshirt and peeled it off over my head in one swoop. As I slowly slid off my pants, my stomach knotted as I prepared to see his reaction to me in nothing but my underwear.

“Fuck.” The word was rough, as if it came from another part of him.

I resisted the urge to cover myself, my self-consciousness returning. Instead, I forced myself to smile and say what was in my head rather than censoring myself. “Your turn.”

Keeping his eyes fixed on me, he rose and stood next to the bed, undid his pants, and pulled them off in one swift move. An impressive feat. He wore a pair of boxer briefs that were even tighter than his pants, and my mouth went dry when I saw the bulge at the front of them. He hooked his thumbs in his waistband, paused for a moment, then lowered those as well.

I stared, mouth hanging open. He was big. I whimpered. He would reach places inside me that had never been reached before.

As he climbed onto the bed, a nervous chuckle escaped me, but then Drake’s arms were around my waist, and I felt his skin hot against mine, his cock getting harder against my hip. Then he laid next to me and began trailing his fingertips over every inch of my exposed skin, leaving tingles of pleasure in their wake. He watched my face, taking in each minute expression as I reacted to his touch.

His fingers released my bra, but he didn’t look. Instead, he kept his eyes locked on mine. He pushed the material off my left breast first, his hand moving over the mound with deliberateness. I moaned as his fingers found my nipple and teased it. He lingered for only a few moments, then slid across to the other breast, leaving my bra parted on either side of me. Only then did he look down. I had a moment to fear he wouldn’t like what he saw. Then I saw the lust on his face, and the worry went away.

“Exquisite.” He lowered his head, and I had a moment to realize what he was going to do before the wet heat of his mouth was surrounding my nipple.

I moaned, louder than before. Drake’s mouth and hands worked together on my breasts, sucking, rolling and tugging until I was whimpering, writhing beneath him. Intense pleasure raced through me, and my body struggled toward a climax that was still out of reach.

Just when I was at the point of begging, he sat up. I let out a sound of pure frustration that would’ve been funny in other circumstances. He turned my face toward his. Our eyes met, and he held me there as a hand slid down my stomach.

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