Page 179 of Now and Forever

“How’s Teen Vogue? Are you liking it there?” he casually inquired.

His willingness to communicate even if I shut his question down was very well appreciated.

“I know I haven’t properly thanked you for getting me that interview, but I’m loving it there so far. Hopefully, it’ll all work out in the end.”

“You did properly thank me … twice.” His tone was teasing, but his intent wasn’t. It was a blatant attempt to steer my mind to baser instincts.

“Um … I’m … Well, I don’t remember that bit,” I stuttered as my mind went into a heated overdrive. Sex with him was an out of this world experience, and I remembered it all. Every touch, every kiss—it had been replaying in my mind until I fell asleep in tears.

“I guess I’m not as unforgettable as I thought.” He made a light pun since the song’s intent was the polar opposite of his.

I’d rather not go there.

“There’s always a first time for everything,” I quipped back, which resulted in great laughter from both of us.

When the song ended, Drew dipped his head against my ear and whispered, “I’m glad you’re here with me.”

“Me, too.” Although this entire day had begun chaotically, I was pleased that I had gone with him instead of spending it alone at home.

We stayed for another half an hour before heading back to the bungalow. And just like he had done earlier, he was adamant that he carry me back indoors.

Back inside, the living room was aglow with the dancing flames coming from the fireplace. It was where I situated myself, standing right next to it while I gazed at the blizzard outside through the French patio doors.

He headed toward the bar to get himself something to drink. “Can I get you anything?”

Some gas and a match so I can light myself on fire.

“I’m fine, thanks,” I managed.

All this time, I had led myself to believe I would never give in to him after how he had treated me, yet here I was, contemplating what to do.

After hearing his footsteps, I felt him stop right behind me and glanced at his reflection in one of the glass panes. My breathing became ragged, and my pulse sped up when I felt his breath against my shoulder. It was only a mere brush, and I was already a complete mess inside.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” he rasped out, hypnotizing me with his voice.

“It is.” I let out a measured breath, acknowledging that I was becoming undone. Slowly but surely, Drew was unfolding the carnal side of me, rousing it to come out and play with him as he carefully watched me through the glass.

My pussy clenched as he kept brushing his lips against the side of my neck, trailing down to my shoulder then back up again. He did it until he knew I was on the brink of surrender. Then he spun me around to face him and stared deeply into my soul.

His eyes were a storm of emotions. Most of all, I saw lust, raw and unhinged.

He was so careful, so hesitant as he caressed my face with his thumb before grazing it over my breasts. My nipples ached for his touch, but I couldn’t bring myself to tell him so.

“Chloe?” Those vivid eyes were in pure torment. “Tell me to stop,” he pleaded as he brought his lips closer to mine, almost touching. “I’m going to take you, and I won’t be satisfied until this weekend is over unless you stop me.”

“I don’t want you to stop.”

To hell with all of this,I thought as I hungrily pulled him, crashing his lips against mine. And God did he feel amazing.

“Don’t rip my dress,” I said right as I felt his hands readying to do just that. I was too late to stop it.

His eyes portrayed a starved man, and nothing was going to come between him and his meal.

“Chloe,” he groaned as he roughly took me on the wooden floor.

He kissed, he nipped, he bit me everywhere his lips travelled. Our lovemaking was intense, gripping, as we abandoned the past and simply lived in the heat of the moment. My hunger matched his, and for the time being, it was all I wanted to dwell on. The rest could be dealt with once it was time to go back to reality. For now, this meant everything to me.

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