Page 318 of Rock Me All Night
Dammit, he still makes me blush. He still makes my body go into overdrive. It's better now that I know he's really mine.
We drive for ten minutes and park at a hotel valet. Drew grabs an overnight backpack from the backseat and rushes out of the car. I nod to the valet as I step out. Between my royal blue commencement dress and his black suit, we stand out. At least no one will recognize Drew like this.
Nothing to delay our reunion.
He squeezes my hand all the way to the registration counter. He gives his assumed name—Bruce Wayne—and checks in. The clerk slides us two keys. We don't wait for the details. We go straight to the elevator.
The second the doors close, my hands are on him. I kiss him hard, sucking on his lip, plunging my tongue into his mouth. God, he tastes good. Familiar. Like Drew. Like home.
He slides his hands under my ass, lifting me and pressing me against the wall of the elevator. I wrap my legs around him, slide my arms around his shoulders.
"There's a camera in the ceiling." I press my neck against his lips.
"And?" He sinks his teeth into my skin. His hands get lost in the fabric of my tea-length dress. "Tell me you're not wearing panties."
"Only one way to find out."
The elevator dings at our floor. Drew groans. He shifts so I can feel his erection, then sets me down on my feet.
"Fuck, Kara. I missed you. I can barely walk."
I smile and look at the room information. "The room is only twenty feet away. You’ll make it.”
I find our suite and open the door with the electronic key. Drew whisks me inside, immediately pressing me against the door. He tugs at the skirt of my dress, still lost in the fabric.
"Well fuck this." He drops to his knees and ducks under the skirt. His fingers trail up my thighs. His mouth follows their path.
Then his mouth is on me. I'mnotwearing any panties. He flicks his tongue against my clit. I'm so keyed up that it pushes me to the edge.
I find the dress's zipper, undo it, and pull the whole thing over my head.
Drew looks up at me. His eyes go wide. His hand trails up my stomach to my chest and toys with my nipples.
"You taste so fucking good." He flicks his tongue against my clit. "Better than I remembered."
I tug at his hair. It's a shame. This is the only time his hair has ever been neat and I'm making a mess of it. Somehow, I'm sure he doesn't mind.
Pleasure builds quickly. A few more flicks of his tongue and I'm there. I tumble into an orgasm. All that pressure releases in wave after wave of bliss.
"Drew," I groan. "Get the fuck out of those clothes."
He scoops me up and brings me to the bed. I undo the knot of his tie as he shifts his jacket off his shoulders. The shirt comes off one button at a time. There's a black belt holding up the black slacks. I unbuckle it then pull the pants to his feet.
He kicks off his shoes. Then the pants. He's wearing nothing but boxers and black dress socks.
"Sexy look?" He pats his crotch like he's telling me to sit.
"Yeah." I slide his boxers off his hips and bring my body into his. "But white socks would be better."
"How about Argyle?"
"I'm already wet, baby. You don't have to try harder to get me there."
He smiles. He grabs my hips and wrestles me onto my back. With one violent thrust, he enters me.
"Oh God." I wrap my legs around him, shifting my hips to meet his movements. "I missed you."
"I missed you more."
