Page 34 of Lost Touch

Drew shuddered. “It’s wrong.” But by the way his eyes dropped to my lips, no doubt swollen and red, and the expression in them…no, I wasn’t letting this go until he admitted it.

“Did you want it?”

“Fuck. Yeah, I wanted it.” He let out a shaky laugh. “Want doesn’t cover it.”

“So did I. So how is it wrong if we both wanted that?”

Drew gathered me closer, holding me like he never meant to let me go. If only.

“How can you want me to treat you like that, though?” he breathed. “You couldn’t.”

His eyes held mine, and I almost got lost in those nearly-black depths. “But I do, Drew.” I shrugged the best I could given his grip on me. “I lo—liked it. I want you to do it again.”

The look in his eyes overwhelmed me, and I tucked my head back down against his shoulder. That put his collarbone and the strong column of his neck right in front of me. Mmm. I tilted my head and pressed a kiss to the base of his throat, the scent of him making my head spin. Thank God I still had that. If I hadn’t even been able to inhale him…

Drew shifted under me, another shudder going through him. Was that…? Yeah, his cock had already recovered. I kissed him again, letting my lips linger on the throbbing pulse in his neck.

“Ash, you’re going to fucking kill me,” he groaned. With a lack of effort I couldn’t help finding delightful, he stood up without so much as jostling me, taking me with him cradled against his chest. “I need a shower. And you need to go to bed.”

I didn’t argue, closing my eyes and letting him carry me away upstairs. If he still had an erection after his shower, I’d deal with it then. In the meantime, bed sounded amazing.

Chapter 11

Feral

By the time Drew came to bed I’d passed out cold, but I woke up sometime later, too late for nighttime but far too early for morning. The very faintest gleam of pale dawn crept around the edges of the blinds.

And Drew lay beside me on his back, a few inches from where I’d curled up on my side around a pillow, with the blankets and his boxers pulled down to his thighs and his hand working his rigid cock.

He turned his head a little the second I opened my eyes, somehow knowing I’d woken almost before I did.

“Ash, go back to sleep,” he panted. “Fuck. Don’t move, okay? Don’t move. Let me finish. If I can finish, maybe I won’t…”

Of course, he didn’t finish his sentence, trailing off into harsh, rasping breaths. Hopefully he masturbated better than he communicated.

A few hours of sleep had left me surprisingly clear-headed, so I had it together enough to lie still like he’d told me to until I got my brain around what the hell was going on. His big hand moving mesmerizingly up and down that thick, gleaming cock made it hard tostayclear-headed, but I could do it.

I could, dammit.

Even though he chose that moment to squeeze just under the head, making it look even fatter and more perfectly mouthwatering.

God. I closed my eyes for a second, swallowing hard. Okay. I’d jerked him off that morning. I’d let him fuck my mouth a few hours ago, after which he’d been hard again and presumably gone to get off in the shower.

And now he couldn’t even wait until morning.

He hadn’t left the bed, either. He’d never done that before, stayed next to me while he brought himself off.

The bed bounced gently with the motion of his hand.

I could picture it, and I wanted…

No, I couldn’t resist. My eyes opened, and I reached out and wrapped my hand around his cock right below his.

Drew arched up into my grip, crying out sharply, and when he looked at me his eyes glowed so brightly I had to blink.

“Don’t,” he ground out. “Don’t, Ash, I can’t, I can’t stop. I tried to leave the bed, but—when I tried to go away from you, I almost. Fuck. Don’t touch me!”

But he didn’t push me away.

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