caring that she’s moaning the entire time, dancing in her seat. My eyes are glued to her. Giana must feel my eyes on her when she looks up. “What? Aren’t you going to eat?”
I nod my head, then dive into my own food, not really tasting it at all. I’m enjoying my angel more than I am the food that cost me a fortune.
“You have to taste this margarita. It’s probably the best one I’ve ever had.” Giana holds her drink out to me, her fingers holding the straw. It may come off too strong, but I lick my lips. Her eyes move to my mouth, and then I take a sip.
“It’s good but not my preferred drink,” I say after I taste it. Tequila is not my friend.
“What’s your favorite drink, then?”
“Smoked bourbon. It’s more of a sipping drink than anything.” She looks at me quizzically. So, I proceed to tell her, “You light a fire with some wood chips. The guys and I usually do this on poker night. Though those are few and far between these days, anyways. You encase the smoke in a glass, let it sit for a bit, then pour your liquor of choice, put a lid on it until the smoke evaporates. It’s a process, but it’s worth it. You can even add a lemon or orange peel if you want.” Giana’s eyes are wide, and she looks intrigued.
“We should do that, not today obviously. You know what I mean.” She leans back in her chair.
“As soon as shit settles down, we’ll make it a plan. You full?” I ask. My plate is wiped clean. Guess I was hungrier than I thought.
“Yes, I’m ready to get in the pool. Let me put these in the house, and I’ll grab the plastic to take care of your shoulder.” Giana is up and out of her seat, grabbing the plates and her glass before I get a chance to help.
“Woman, I can still help, you know?”
“I know, and Drake?” She pauses.
“Yeah, angel.”
“I like taking care of you.” She saunters off. Damn, this woman is a firecracker.
Ten
Giana
Drake and I spent the majority of the day sitting in the pool, him on the step of the shallow end with me standing in front of him. The water kept us cool from the heat and the margaritas had me feeling good, not in a bad way either. Especially when he grabbed my hip, brought me in between his spread legs, and kissed the hell out of me, so much that my hands were deep in his hair. My legs were rubbing back and forth trying to gain the friction I needed to come.
When I felt his fingers move to the edge of my bathing suit bottom, I tipped my head back on a moan, giving him the answer he needed to go further. His tongue licked a path to the edge of my top. My hands clung to his hair, probably pulling more than what was necessary, but Drake built up this need inside me since the moment I laid eyes on him in the hospital.
“I’m going to make you feel good, angel. You just take what I give you.” That’s when he went in for the kill. His thumb glided over my clit, his tongue found my nipple, and I have no idea how that was possible with the top I was wearing. I did what he asked though—I took, and when he needed more room, the two of us worked together to get my bottoms off. If I weren’t so worried about his shoulder, I would have straddled his lap and taken him deep inside me. Instead, he used his thumb on my clit and pivoted his fingers to slide them inside me. I wasn’t ashamed in the least of how wet I was. Drake’s form of foreplay this week has definitely been his words, the way he touches me, not overtly but just enough to leave me feeling him long after he’s done.
“Drake.” A whimper escaped. He worked me harder, his fingers gliding in and out of me while his thumb never stopped moving. Drake took me higher, higher than ever. I was a mumbling, bumbling mess by the time my orgasm took over my body. It took all my power not to collapse on top of him. Drake guided me onto his leg, where I sat down. My hand started to slide down his hard chest, making its way down to his happy trail.
“That