Page 7 of Breaking Free (Guarded Hearts)
His hand grips mine to the point where I let out a whimper. Within a second, he lets go of me and I see the guy go flying to the side. He grabs my hand again and leads me into the hotel. While we wait for the elevator, he pulls out his cell. “Yeah, listen, I’m probably gonna get sued by some scumbag photographer…I told the fucker to move and he didn’t listen…whatever, just pay him off whenever he calls.”
He looks over at me for the first time since we got out of the car. “You okay?”
I nod my head, trying to process everything. “Why don’t you just hire a security guard?”
“I do for big events, but when I’m just trying to go into my hotel I don’t feel the need to. Why?”
The elevator dings and we step in. He slides his room key into the slot then presses the floor number. That’s how you know you have money; you can’t even get to your floor without a key. He looks at me as if he’s waiting for me to say something.Shit, he had asked me why I wanted to know about security.“I don’t know. I just figured it can be dangerous sometimes with crazy fans or photographers like that.”
He moves so that he’s standing behind me, places his hands on my hips, and pulls me back into him. I can feel the bulge in his pants pressing against me and I would be lying if I said it wasn’t getting me excited. He scratches my neck with the stubble on his chin, making me tremble. “Why, you worried about me?”
Drew spins me around and backs me against the elevator wall. His mouth instantly possesses mine, the two of them moving in sync as if they were one. His hands grip my ass so hard that he may have actually left marks. The elevator doors open, breaking the spell and sending us back to reality. “Fuck, James, you have no idea what you do to me.”
He takes my hand again and leads me out of the elevator. I’m so anxious for what’s about to happen, and it feels like the walk to his room takes forever.Am I really doing this?I was never the girl to just give it up to any random guy. There’s just something about Drew, but I have no idea what it is. He’s self-centered, cocky, and definitelynotprince charming. Maybe that’s why I like him, though. Maybe I don’t want to be saved by the handsome prince. Maybe I want to be corrupted by the evil king.
Even after everything that happened to me with Chris you’d think I would be more careful, more guarded. I have no idea why I’m not. I mean, it’s not like he’s this amazing, wonderful guy that I know would never hurt me. If I’m being honest with myself, he will probably crush me, but I still can’t resist.
We walk into his room, and before I can admire the grandeur of it, he’s all over me. His hands seem to be everywhere, and his kiss is so overwhelming. I bite down on his full bottom lip the way I’ve wanted to since I first laid eyes on him. Drew lets out a primal growl and then lifts me up and throws me over his shoulder. Not expecting it, I yelp, and as he walks us to the bed, I have butterflies in my stomach.
Drew tosses me on the bed and immediately situates himself over me. He’s kissing my chest and massaging my hipbones. I grasp the hem of his shirt and lift it off of him. His hands run up my body until they rest on my breasts—his fingers tracing the curves of my cleavage—and I close my eyes as I enjoy his touch. Grasping the top of my tank, he rips it in half.
“What the hell, Drew! You could have jus—” He silences my arguments with his mouth. Luckily, when he slides his hands down me and reaches my pants, he slides them off instead of ruining them. Drew stands, walks to his suitcase, and returns with a condom in his hand. I really hate those things, but God only knows where he’s been.
He takes off his pants and slides the condom over his impressive length. I have to admit that looking at him intimidates me. He is by far the hottest guy I’ve ever laid eyes on. Lowering himself on top of me, he starts to kiss me from my collarbone all the way down to my waist. When he gets to my lace underwear, he captures the flimsy material in between his teeth and tugs it down my legs until it falls to the floor. Drew then slowly kisses a trail up my leg, stopping at my core. He stills and I lean up on my elbows to see what he’s doing.
When he lowers his head and takes my clit into his mouth, I lift my hips up to meet him. I’m desperate for his touch in any possible way. I let myself fall back onto the bed and enjoy the way that his mouth feels on me. When he stops again, I’m ready to scream in frustration and lift up on my elbows so I can see him again. “Why did you stop?” I sound like a whiny child who just had her favorite toy taken away from her.
Drew smirks at me. “I want your eyes on me. I want to be able to see what I do to you. If you look away, I stop.”Seriously?He is so damn controlling. He stares at me as if waiting for a response.
I nod my head and he continues doing things to me that make me feel like I’m going to combust into a million pieces. Keeping my eyes focused on him is definitely not easy when all I want to do is lay my head back and enjoy all the sensations. My muscles start to tighten and I can feel my orgasm building.
“Come on, James. I know you’re close and I can’t wait to see what you look like when you fall apart.” That’s all it takes. Hearing him talk to me in that husky voice and having his hands all over me pushes me over the edge. I scream as my release rips through my body. Before I can even catch my breath, Drew is hovering over me, swallowing the last of my screams with his kiss.
He pulls back and looks at me. “You ready?”
Does he think I’m a virgin? If I was, I definitely would be way too scared to come here with him. I thread my hands through his hair. “It’s not my first time.” I lift my lips to meet his but he moves his head back and out of my reach.
“That’s where you’re wrong, baby.” I look at him in confusion.What the hell is he talking about?“You see, it might as well be your first time, because what I am about to do to you Iguaranteeno man has ever done.”
Chapter Three
I can’t even respond, not that he waits for me to. He slams his mouth against mine while simultaneously pushing into me. I gasp from the size of him and let myself adjust to the feeling. He sits up more and grabs both of my legs, resting them on his shoulders. When he starts to move in and out of me, I can’t help the sounds that I’m making. In this position it feels as if he’s going to rip me in two, and I wouldn’t mind it, either.
Thankfully, I can see on his face that I’m the only one affected. He’s biting his delicious bottom lip and his hands are gripping my thighs hard. He pulls out of me, and before I can object, he flips us around so I’m now on top of him. His hands lift my hips and bring me crashing down on top of him.
“Shit!” I scream, not ready to move again, but he’s very impatient. Drew lifts me up once again and slams me down on top of him. My nails dig into his chest, letting him know how much of an impact he’s having on me.
His hands flex and I know he’s about to lift me up again but I remove them. There’s a question in his eyes and I’m prepared to answer it. I lean forward, placing my hands on each side of his head. When I start to lift myself up and down, his eyes close and he lifts his hips up to meet me.
I can feel myself building again and it’s so intense that I’m almost scared of it. “Yes, baby, come on.” His hand tangles in my hair and he pulls my mouth down to meet his. Moving his other hand down my side and in between us, I’m completely shattered when he touches my clit. I go limp as he drives into me a few more times before finding his own release.
I roll to my side, not having enough energy to get up. My head is resting on his chest and his arm is still wrapped around me. I can’t help but think that if this is what it will be like, then I am absolutely okay with him using me. In a way I’m using him, too. He provides me peace and is the only person I can stand to touch. It’s like an escape for me and it’s something I can’t get anywhere else.
Drew gets up to go to the bathroom without saying even a word to me. I wonder if I did something wrong. Is he pissed off? I hear my phone ring and grab it from the end table, answering it without even looking at who it is. “Hello?”
“Hello? Who is this?”
I don’t recognize the voice, so when I pull the phone away from my ear and the name on the screen saysMom, I have a heart attack.Fuck. This isn’t my phone.
