Page 441 of Now and Forever

Chapter 167

The last couple of days with Drake are challenging and strenuous and I am exhausted physically, mentally and emotionally.

I am teetering on the edge of the precipice and I’m a step away from surrendering to what he wants . . . to what my body’s been longing and yearning for.

It’s been over five hours since we departed from Heathrow. Six long, arduous and crucial hours… ticking slowly by until we land in Los Angeles.

Good luck to me.

I shift again, a little uncomfortable. The silent humming noise of the aircraft’s engine lulls people to sleep as we cross the Atlantic Ocean. The past few days flash in my head.

Spending three whole damn days with Drake took a toll on me.

I am confused as ever, maybe more so.

One side is telling me to never forget about the past and the other one tells me to hell with it, just surrender to him. I admit the second choice is seriously starting to appeal to me as the minutes tick by.

Could I separate having sex and my emotional being?

Could I be that mechanical? I know a lot of people do it. Heck, my friends do it all the time, but I never have . . . What Drake did to me ages ago made me hesitant. I only get involved sexually with men that I have been dating seriously.

Curled in my seat, I stare at the back of the woman who is across the aisle from me, snoring lightly, while my thoughts run amok.

“Are you awake, Babe?” Drake gently asks behind me. He is so close I can feel his hot breath on the back of my neck.

My body tenses as each of his labored breaths hit my skin. I bite my lip hard, trying not to groan and moan at the same time. Drake is definitely making things difficult now. When I’m certain that I can’t take any more of the toe-curling torture, I shift onto my other side and face him.

“What do you want?” I ask in a gritted, hushed tone.

The dim lighting of the cabin makes his eyes glow. Desire and lust are tangible in those silver orbs. Instead of responding to my question, Drake nudges his head closer against the laid back seat and stares some more. His eyes take me in, stroking with its heat as he studies my profile. Starting from the base of my throat, his gaze slowly and heatedly caresses me; it makes me tremble as it drifts higher.

Drake hasn’t even touched me and I’m ready to come apart. His power over my body is beyond ridiculous, and yet, it’s something I crave. It is something I haven’t experienced with anyone else, except Drake, and now that I’ve been reminded of it, its compelling power is hypnotizing and simply binds me to him like a fucking magnet.

His face is so close our eyes clash. Drake’s eyes challenge me. He obviously wants me to make the first move. Have I made my decision? Am I sure enough that I can withstand this once it’s done between him and I?

Oh, just fuck it!“I want you,” I murmur before I bite his bottom lip. I hear him groan before he pulls my head toward him, a little too hard, but I like it.

I know Drake is a passionate man with insatiable appetites, but the way he is devouring my lips with a wolfish hunger, I’m beginning to think that I am his last meal.

With our lips in a wet-hungered lip lock, my hands reacquaint themselves with his body. The dull ache and the ambush of nostalgia come in spades.

I’m eighteen again. In his arms, he makes me feel like the Lily I once was. In love and worshipping the ground this man walks on. The overwhelming tidal wave of old emotions burns something inside me. The more Drake and I kiss, the burning becomes much more intense. It’s addictive. Like getting high the first time and I want more of my drug.

I lift his shirt and run my nails from his chest all the way to his abs. Drake’s grip on the back of my head tightens. My hand goes lower and rubs his palpable hard-on. The more I rub and stroke it, the bigger it becomes.

Sex starved? Yes, that would be me.

I am heady with erotically aroused senses and my hand seems to have its own mind because it won’t part with his crotch. Drake breaks the kiss and rests his head against the headrest. “Lil, you’re killing me here. Unless . . . if you don’t have any plans to stop.”

I sensually bite my lip while my heart speeds frantically against my chest as I look at Drake’s sexually charged profile. “Do you want to . . . fuck me here?” I whisper excitedly.

Drake’s large hand goes over my hand that is still rubbing him. His hand tightens against mine as he leans over and brushes his lips against mine. “I want to fuck you anywhere I can get you. You should know that by now. I want to feel those wet folds glide against my cock while I fuck your pussy well. I want you. I have always wanted you, always.”

Shit. That admission soaks my panties. “Claim me, Drake.” Again.

“Turn around and lift your hips.” Drake orders before he covers us both with a blanket. I do as I’m told and within less than a second, his hands slide my leggings and underwear down, all the way to my knees. Fuck, what if we get caught? This is going to be humiliating.

My heart is pounding so hard.

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