Page 263 of Rock Me All Night
I hold strong. "That's your go-to move when I ask you about what we're doing here.Hey, Kara, I don't know, but how about we fuck?"
"Idon'tknow. I swore off relationships after Vivian. I didn't think we... I didn't think." His hands go to my hips. They skim the waistband of my panties. "And now I can't think. I want you too fucking badly to think."
His breath gets heavy. His teeth sink into my neck.
Drew.
My body fills with pleasure. It's unconcerned with little matters like Drew's inability to articulate any feelings of a romantic nature.
It only knows how much it hates the layers of clothes between us.
I try to suppress a moan but it escapes my lips. I want him. There's no denying it.
Hell, it goes beyond want.
I need him.
I crave him.
I'm desperate for him.
"Tell me not to stop." He kisses me, hard.
It's still aggressive. Desperate. But there's something protective about it too.
His lips pull away from mine and he looks me straight in the eyes. It's like he'll go out of his mind if I don't answer him immediately.
"Kara." He presses his body against mine. "I'm not going to be like that asshole in the club. Tell me what you want. Now."
I scramble to regain my breath. There are a million things running through my head. But that big flashing sign is knocking all of them aside.
Drew, Drew, Drew.
I shift my hips so I can feel his cock straining against his jeans. "I want you inside me."
He groans. "Fuck yes."
His pupils dilate. He pushes my panties to my knees and drags his hands back to my hips. I kick the underwear off my feet so there's nothing under my skirt.
Drew's hands sink into the flesh of my ass. He kisses me as he pulls my top down. My breasts spill out. His hands cover me immediately, palming me, teasing me, playing with me.
"You're trying to drive me crazy, aren't you?" He groans.
"You've been driving me crazy for ages."
He scrapes his teeth against my lower lip. It's like he's desperate to taste and touch and feel all of me.
His hand goes to his jeans. Unzipped. He slides them to his feet then grabs my hips and turns me around, so I'm facing the wall.
No wasting time. He pulls me closer. His cock is an inch away from my sex. Almost there. He's almost mine.
I press my hands against the wall. I arch my back to rub against him. Yes. His cock brushes my outer lips. My clit. Every touch is a ripple of pleasure.
His lips hover over my ear. "I'm addicted to you."
My legs go weak. If he wasn't pinning me to the wall, I'd sink straight to the dirty ground.
I shift my hips to rub against him again. It feels damn good but it's not enough. I'm addicted to him too, and I need him inside me, completing me.
