Page 143 of No Rings Attached
Saying I felt seen by him didn’t even seem to be enough. It was so much more than that.
He slid his hand around my waist to cushion me from the desk’s edge. In my book, the hero had pressed the heroine flat against the wood. I let myself relax into it. My cheek pressed to the hard surface, my hands on either side of my head, just surrendering to the vulnerability of the position.
I wrote this. And now I was living it.
Drew’s next thrust came slow and deliberate, dragging through my heat in a way that sent sparks radiating outward from my center. I clenched again and heard the same strangled sound from him. Testing, I did it once more as he withdrew and then slammed back home.
My breathing accelerated, matching the rhythm of our colliding bodies. With each increasingly frantic thrust, pressure built low in my belly. “I’m so close,” I whispered, my throat constricted by the tangle of emotions rioting through me.
I met him thrust for thrust, chasing the release that hovered just out of reach.
My climax was right there—I could feel it coiled tight and ready. A frustrated cry tore from my lips.
“What do you need?” Drew asked.
“I can feel it, but I can’t get there.” Desperation bled into my voice. I hated how sometimes after having one orgasm, the second was harder to achieve. My legs shook, my pulse raced, everything inside me quivered on the precipice.
How is he doing this to me? How does he make me feel safe enough to ask for what I want?
His fingers threaded through my hair, tugging until my head tilted back and his lips found my ear. “Touch yourself. Touch me. Go fast, go slow. Do whatever you need to do. Use me.”
He wants me to take what I need.The thought was almost as arousing as his words.
I slid my finger down to circle my clit and jerked at the oversensitivity. The nerve endings still sang from his mouth not long ago. Knowing I was so close, I experimented—circling, pressing, releasing, finding the rhythm that made stars begin to twinkle behind my eyelids.
Drew’s teeth scraped my neck as his movements became more erratic. His thighs went rigid behind mine, and I wondered if he was forcing himself to hold off on his orgasm for me. The thought that he’d hold back his own pleasure for mine made something crack open in my chest.
A combination of his sweet side waiting to come and me hitting my clit just right sent the orgasm ripping through me. My spine arched, my inner walls pulsed in tight waves, and white light sheeted my vision.
His palm clamped over my mouth as a keening cry tore from my throat. I collapsed against the desk, boneless.
He pulsed into me, his weight settling against my back as he dragged in ragged breaths. After a moment, he pressed a kiss between my shoulder blades—so tender it made my eyes sting.
When Drew’s watch alarm chirped, reality intruded. We had about ten minutes to make ourselves presentable before our lunch break ended.
He silenced it, then ran his palms up and down my spine. My body went liquid under his touch. He moved away briefly—the loss of him made me want to protest—then returned after disposing of the condom and pulling his clothes back on.
Instead of letting me stumble to my feet, he lifted me carefully and sat in his chair, drawing me onto his lap. He continued his long, hypnotic strokes along my back. Eventually, I stirred.
Drew pressed a kiss to my hair. “Let me help you get dressed.”
Then he proceeded to guide my pliant limbs back into my clothing with such gentle care that my heart squeezed. All I could think was how desperately I wanted to claim him as mine—and how terrifying that want had become.
This had surpassed a casual relationship a long time ago. And now he was someone I couldn’t imagine being without.
Yet we still hadn’t made plans about how we’d exist once it was time for me to head home.
The question hung unanswered as he smoothed my hair. Today, I’d trusted him with my fantasies, with my body, with a vulnerable part of myself that I usually kept hidden behind carefully constructed walls.
And he treated it all like something precious.
That realization scared me more than anything we’d done on this desk.
We arrived at the B&B a few minutes after 6:00 pm and sat in the car. I didn’t care that we were late after returning home from work to change.This whole wedding and my part in it left a sour taste on my tongue.
Drew studied me with a fiercely protective gleam in his eyes. “We don’t have to stay. You don’t need to show up for them tonight.”
I leaned my head back against the headrest. “I don’t care about my ex, and I mostly don’t care that my sister is marrying him. They deserve each other, but I want to control the narrative with our extended family present.”
