Page 265 of Rock Me All Night
Drew kisses me. All this need pours from him to me. Maybe he can't explain his feelings, but they're there. Right in his kiss.
He pulls out, readjusting me so we're face to face again. He lifts my leg, hooking it around his waist.
His eyes find mine. "I want to watch you come again." He kisses me hard. "It's the best thing I've ever seen."
He grabs my other leg, hooks it around his waist, lifts me and presses me against the wall.
His eyes stay on mine as he thrusts into me. He moves with a steady rhythm. Not quite as fast or hard or deep, but just as desperate.
His pelvis rubs against my clit. It's enough to send me to the edge.
I try to keep my eyes open, on his, so I can watch the pleasure building on his face. But I can't manage it. I have to close my eyes to hold on to the sensation.
I gasp. Almost there. I get closer and closer. That knot tightens with every thrust. And then I'm there.
"Open your eyes," Drew groans.
I do. I look right into his gorgeous eyes. They're fixed on me. They're filled with pleasure.
It pushes me right over the edge.
I dig my hands into his back. I moan. Hell, I scream.
It's an intense orgasm. I feel it in my fingers and toes. Every part of my body feels good. Every part of it is at peace.
Every part is Drew's.
And even though I'm spent, I need to feel him come too.
He keeps his eyes on mine. One hand goes to my ass and he holds me closer so he can move deeper.
A few thrusts and he starts to shake. He was waiting for me. The man has some serious control over his body.
His lips part. He lets out a low groan and everything in his expression changes. Softer and harder all at once.
He thrusts through his orgasm, sinking his nails into my skin, sinking his teeth into his lip. His breath goes wild. His eyes go wilder. He lets out another low, heavy groan.
He's there. Pulsing inside me. Coming inside me.
Mine.
He keeps me pinned to the wall until he's completely drained.
And then he kisses me, hard and aggressive and still desperate to possess me.
Still mine.
* * *
We drivefor what feels like forever. I nestle into the passenger seat, my head resting against the window, my gaze drifting from Drew to the night sky and back again.
It's late. No one on the freeway. No one in our way. Nothing but big, wide open space.
He has one hand on the wheel. The other is intertwined with mine. The crooks of his fingers are pressed against mine. His calloused fingertips are pressed against the back of my hand. He's so soft and hard all at once.
We pass Thousand Oaks and Ventura. The 101 curves so it's nestled up against the beach. The ocean goes on forever—a gorgeous dark blue reflecting a sky full of stars.
Drew gets off the freeway just south of Santa Barbara. He drives like he knows the area well. We take side streets to a wide-open field in the middle of nowhere. It's up on some gorgeous hill across from million-dollar homes. The view is all ocean and sky.
It's perfect.
