Page 18 of By Candlelight

Did he really just say that? Did he really just put his hand around my neck? And did I like it—no love it?

I stared up at his eyes they were hooded with some kind of ferocity behind them. Mine were wide open, and a chill ran through my body. I had never been more turned on in my life.

Until he crashed his lips down onto mine and the kiss took me away.

fourteen

DREW

Noneof this was supposed to happen, but now that it did, there was no going back. Mia’s soft lips yielded to mine, giving me all I wanted. No, I wanted more. I wanted everything. But this kiss was a damn good start.

A little mewl sounded from her throat as I squeezed my hand around her throat again. Not hard. Not enough to take her breath away…yet. But I needed to show her who I was so she could decide to tell me to fuck off or not. And for not, I guess the answer was not. Thank Christ.

She thrusted her hips up to me again as my tongue invaded her mouth and tangled with hers. God, she was just as needy for me as I’d dreamed of.

“Drew, please.” She’d ripped her mouth away from mine, and begged as she rubbed up on my cock some more.

Fuck.

I was telling the truth, though. I wasn’t any good for anyone. I was an asshole, and that extended to the bedroom. Oh, I’d make her come. I’d rock her fucking world. But it wasn’t going to be sweet and gentle. I was so close to exploding and I needed to know if she could handle it.

“I meant it, baby. I’m no good. I don’t know how guys fucked you in the past, but this isn’t gonna be like that.”

“I know.” She panted, her breath heavy, her body a live wire.

“You know, don’t you?” I slid my hands down to her waist, over her hips, and around to grab two handfuls of that plump ass. Kissing my way up her neck, I continued. “You know I’m a rough one, huh? And you still want it.”

It wasn’t a question anymore. She’d already given her answer, and kept giving it with the way she moaned as I hit all the right spots on her neck with my tongue. But I still needed to hear the words.

“Yes,” she whispered, her mouth slack.

“Yes what?”

She opened her eyes, seemingly aware of the importance of the moment. “Yes, I want it. I want you to…I want you to fuck me, Drew.”

That did it. She hadn’t once used a swear word since I met her, but now she was asking me to fuck her, and if I hadn’t already been hard as a rock, that would have done it.

I picked her up, spinning her around and into the bedroom, but I didn’t put her on the bed. I backed her against the wall and kept her right at my eye level, her legs wrapped around my waist like a vice.

“You know what you do to me, baby?”

“Wha…what?”

I nuzzled my nose against her neck, breathing in that seductive scent of hers.

“You make me crave you,” I said. “You make me want to throw you down and have my way with you.”

She gulped, but I didn’t miss the way she ground her heat against me at the words.

“I had to lock myself away and stroke my cock. Had to work it while I thought of you in those tight leggings. You in this tank top, your tits practically falling out of it.” I kissed her neck, sucking the tender flesh and marveling at the taste of her.

“No one makes me like that.”

“I do,” she blurted out, defiantly. Well shit, this little thing could keep up, couldn’t she? I huffed out a laugh.

“You sure do.” I switched sides, sucking my way up the left side of her neck. “But then I heard you in the hall. You interrupted me, right as I was about to come.”

“I’m sorry.”

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