Page 82 of My Sweetest Agony
Drew’s gaze flicks to the back door of the house. “But I don’t know how long we have until company appears.” He slides his hand down from my chin to wrap lightly around my throat, his thumb brushing across my thundering pulse. “And I don’t want anyone seeing you like that but me.”
Hell…
This side of Drew is something else.
Reckless.
Possessive.
Fucking hot.
I shiver again.
His brow furrows. “Are you cold?”
I shake my head because I am anything but cold.
My entire body feels like it’s on fire.
Flames lick between my legs and up through me, a blaze that feels like it might burn me away completely if it isn’t somehow doused.
The corner of his lips twitches into a devious grin. He tips his head and kisses the side of my mouth, across my cheek and to my ear, thumb still stroking the column of my neck. “How about I warm you up?”
Oh, God.
I squeeze my legs together, but all it does is press his hand tighter against my tense thigh, giving him confirmation of exactly what I want.
He chuckles low next to my ear, kissing me there, his hand grazing upward slowly until it reaches the soft, lacy thong I wore tonight. His fingers brush across the damp material, and I jerk in his hold.
“You tell me if you want me to stop, Ivy.” His voice dips low, filled with so much tension that it matches my body perfectly. “I will…no matter how badly I want to see you come right now.”
I slide my hand over his on my neck and shake my head. “No, I don’t want you to stop.”
He seems to hesitate—only for a few seconds—but it’s there as he searches my face. But whatever thought or worry gave him pause evaporates just as quickly, and he tugs the already wet fabric to the side and slips his fingers along my slick core.
I gasp at his touch, my thighs tightening around his hand, and he issues another low groan of approval.
“Fucking hell, Ivy.” He dips his lips against my ear, nipping at it lightly. “You’re so fucking wet.”
I nod, all my earlier embarrassment washing away with the brush of his skilled fingers. They move over my core gently, tentatively, an exploration of the slick folds that leaves me panting.
His mouth moves back to mine, and he uses his hand around my neck to tilt my head how he wants it. “I’m going to make you come, Ivy, and when your pussy clenches down around my fingers, I want you to know that I wish it was my cock, and that I will give you anything you want, anytime, anywhere. Always.”
The promise rolls over me like waves on the shore, melting away the last of my inhibitions and any reservations or questions I had about this man.
I whimper and nod as his fingers slowly sink into me.
He catches my gasp with another soul-searing kiss, one that ignites every nerve-ending in my body and sends my head spinning. I clutch at the front of his shirt, pulling the crisp, black fabric between my fingers as his delve into me and his tongue probes along mine.
His thumb slips up over my clit, and I jerk in his hold, my dress barely covering what he’s doing to me. If anyone were to walk out of the house right now, were to really search and look into this dark corner of the yard beneath the willow, they would see exactly what he’s doing.
It should give me pause, yet somehow, the thought that we might be caught makes me even hotter, makes the warm rush of arousal even thicker, and I shift, spreading my thighs to give him better access.
He moans his approval, devouring my tongue and my lips like he’s trying to steal each breath and memorize every piece of me. Even though we’ve spent the last few weeks exchanging heated goodnight kisses, a shared attraction that was on the edge of exploding, tonight is so different, so unexpected.
Drew is so needy, almost feral in the way he works me over.
Maybe it’s the party, or the drinks he had. Maybe it’s the fact that I’m in this dress. Or maybe it’s the weeks that have built up to this. Because we both knew where it was heading, that we’d end up tangled up in each other.
