Page 6 of Breaking Free (Guarded Hearts)
“Just trying to figure you out.” He shakes his head and then turns his attention to his phone.
I need to figure out what the hell I’m going to do. I’m such an idiot for coming with him. Carter was right; thiswasall about me proving a point to him. Just as I open my mouth to tell Drew that this is a mistake and ask him to take me home, he grabs my hand. My whole body stands at attention.How does he do this to me? Why is it okay for him?I have asked myself this at least two dozen times since I met him.
He tugs my arm, pulling me so I’m against his side. “You think too much.” His hand lifts my chin as his mouth touches mine. When he kisses me everything else fades away. I’m always so worried about what people will think of me, and what everyone else will say. It’s exhausting and I’m done with it.
I turn and situate myself so that I’m now straddling him. I want Drew Walker and I don’t care what anyone thinks of it. I pull away from him. “Where are we going?”
“I told the driver to just drive around. Where do you want to go?”
Can I really say this to him? Do I really want this?His hand skims up my backbone and my whole body breaks out in goose bumps.Hell yes, I want this.I thread my hands through his hair and crash my mouth into his, making my intentions completely clear.
He pulls away from me. “Marco, take us to the hotel.”
Marco doesn’t answer, but he does turn the car around.I’m really going to do this.My phone beeps, and when I look down at it I have over ten text messages. Most of them are from Carter telling me to come back, not to do something I’ll regret, and to text him and let him know I’m okay. I love my brother so much, but sometimes he makes me crazy.
I text Carter to let him know I’m okay and then my phone is snatched right out of my hand. I look up at Drew and he’s staring at me. “You’re mine right now.” He runs his hands up and down my sides, tracing my curves. “Say it.”
I look at him in confusion. “Say what?”
“Say you’re mine.”
Is he serious right now? I just met him.“No.”
His fingers flex into my hips. “Say it.”
“No, I’m not yours. I barely even know—”
He kisses me and simultaneously flips us so that he is now on top. His hand quickly travels down my body and under my pajama pants. Before I can protest, he pushes two of his fingers inside me and I let out a guttural moan. His fingers quickly and roughly stroke me while his thumb is rubbing circles on my clit.Fuck, this feels good.I arch my back, the pleasure is almost unbearable. I’m so close to an orgasm. I dig my nails into his shoulders.
Then he stops moving completely and I look up to find him smiling at me. “Say it, James.”
What?So that was his angle. His thumb rubs another circle against me. “God, please.”
He shakes his head. “Say it.”
Really?He is out of his fucking mind if he thinks— His mouth descends upon my neck and chest—licking, sucking, and biting every piece of flesh he can find. I need him to get me there, this is fucking torture. “Okay.”
“Okay, what? I want to hear you say it.”
He’s a damn control freak. “I’m yours.”
“I know. Don’t fucking forget it, either.” I’m just about to tell him to go screw himself when he starts to move again. His tongue is slowly tracing the line of my cleavage while his fingers go back to work. My insides clench and I topple over into one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had.
We pull up outside the hotel and he looks at me with a pleased smile on his face. “Perfect timing.”
His driver gets out and I try to make myself look presentable and less like I’ve just been manhandled in the back of this car. He throws something at me. I catch it and see that it’s a black sweatshirt. I look up at him as if to ask what this is for.
“Put it on and put the hood up.”
“Why?”
He seems irritated. “Because those asshole photographers are always hiding somewhere. I’m a private person and I don’t intend to give them anything they can use.” I pull the sweatshirt over my head, leaving the hood up. “Keep your head down and don’t look up at them.”
The car door opens and he grabs my hand. I don’t see what the big deal is, there isn’t even anyone out here. We’re almost at the hotel door when someone with a camera seems to come out of nowhere. Before I even have a chance to blink, there are five of them and lights are flashing everywhere. I keep my head down, but that doesn’t help me ignore all of the things they’re shouting at us.Who’s the newest flavor, Drew? Let us see the lucky girl! Is this one actually getting to spend the night?I almost look up at them and give them the finger but then I remember what he told me. Don’t give them anything they can use. We stop walking and when I peek up they are standing in front of the entrance to the door.Come on, just one shot and we’ll leave! Drew’s grip on my hand tightens.
“You need to move before I fucking make you.” His voice is cold and if I were them, I would move.
Almost all of them moved out of our way except for one. “Come on, Drew, let us see your conquest.”
