Page 56 of A First Sight

He buried his fingers in my hair as he deepened the kiss, his tongue gliding across mine, caressing, exploring. He tasted like cinnamon, coffee, and the smooth whisky he was sipping. I could feel his desire vibrating through him, but he was in complete control, every movement, every touch deliberate.

Designed to drive me crazy, I was sure.

He stretched out over me, his body a pleasant weight in all the places. His hand moved over me, caressing every curve and leaving heat in its wake. As it ran over my hip and to my thigh, his lips trailed along my jaw and to my ear.

“You look so beautiful in this dress,” he whispered. He traced the outside of my ear with the tip of his tongue. “I’d like to see what you’re wearing underneath.” He took my earlobe between his teeth as his hand slid under my dress.

“Fuck, Drake.” I squirmed.

“I intend to,” he promised. “But first, let’s see how quickly I can make you come on my fingers.”

A single digit pushed against the soft fabric of my panties and traced along my slit. I gasped. I wasn’t sore from last night, but I was more sensitive than I realized. When he eased his fingers under the elastic, my hips jerked.

“So responsive.” He pressed his lips to the side of my throat and slipped a finger between my folds. “And so wet.”

Then his fingers were rubbing, and his mouth was working over my neck. I needed to touch him. I needed something to do with my hands. I grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling at it. A finger slid inside me, and I yanked on his shirt again. Buttons went flying, and he laughed, the sound vibrating through me.

“Do you want your hands on me, lass?”

“Mm-hm.” I pushed aside his shirt, making a pleasing sound. As he worked a second finger inside me, his thumb stroked my clit, and I ran my hands over his chest and stomach, enjoying the feel of the planes and ridges of his muscles.

In and out with twisting thrusts, his fingers had me making all sorts of sounds as pleasure and pressure built inside me. His knuckles brushed against a spot inside me, and my nails dug into his flesh. He grunted, teeth nipping at my skin, and he curled his fingers, finding that place again. I cried out at the sharp spike of sensation and tipped over the edge. He kept his hand still, but his lips moved, murmuring words I couldn’t hear against my skin, taking me through a knee-weakening orgasm.

Only after my body stopped trembling did he move, going up on his knees. I opened my eyes and caught his gaze. With a wicked smile, he slid his fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean. My stomach clenched painfully.

Even though I was still a little light-headed after that climax, I sat up. I reached for the waistband of Drake’s pants, stopping when he caught my wrists.

“Let’s go somewhere more comfortable.” His voice was husky.

“Bedroom,” I said as I climbed off the couch. I pulled the dress over my head and dropped it to the floor before turning to walk away. “Let’s go. I want to taste you again.”

“Fuck.”

Laughter bubbled up as I hurried to his bedroom, and I held that excited feeling when Drake joined me in the bedroom a few seconds later. I’d already stripped, allowing me the luxury of watching Drake undress before he joined me. Desire burned in me, flames going hotter with every inch of skin revealed. I wanted to see every bit of him.

My eyes widened as they reached his lower legs. Thick, crisscrossed scars covered his right leg from knee to ankle. Something I hadn’t noticed before.

“Car accident,” he said.

My gaze flew back to his face to see a soft smile. Something told me that there was more to it than that, but I wasn’t going to press.

I held out a hand. “Join me.”

He took my hand and climbed onto the bed, threading his fingers between mine as he leaned toward me for a kiss. As our mouths moved together, tongues dancing, I put my free hand on his chest, guiding him down onto his back. By the time I broke the kiss, I was straddling him, a knee on either side of his torso.

He cupped my face with both hands and moved them down, brushing the outsides of my breast. He paused, his eyes looking at me with an adoring gaze. “God, Maggie, you’re beautiful.”

I smiled and kissed him again before I slid down his body, letting my breasts press against him and my core drag over his erection. He cursed, and I grinned, anticipating the response I’d be getting shortly.

When I moved lower, his eyebrows went up. I didn’t mind giving oral sex when it was my choice, and under the right circumstances, I enjoyed it.

I rested on his thighs as I focused on the prize in front of me. Running my fingertips along the underside of his enormous cock, I smiled as it twitched. When I wrapped my hand around him, he groaned. I stroked the thick shaft, reveling in the feel of him, the weight, and took the tip between my lips. How did I fit him last time?

His entire body jerked. “Fuck, Maggie.”

I wanted him inside me again, so I didn’t intend to bring him to completion in my mouth, but I wanted him to swear at least one more time. Keeping my hand around the base, I took as much of him into my mouth as possible. My tongue swirled around the head, the salty taste bursting across my tastebuds, and then I began sucking. The groan Drake let out made things twist low inside me. More suction and he cursed again.

Reluctantly, I raised my head. “Condom?”

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