In one swift movement, he pins me to the wall. His lips go to my neck. My ear. My cheek. Then they're on mine.
His kiss is hard, needy.
He drags his hand up my torso. His fingers trace the neckline of my blouse. He undoes one button. Two. Three. That's enough for the shirt to spill open, my chest on display to him.
He slides his hand into my bra and rubs my nipple with his thumb.
Fuck, the man has magic fingers. They get better every time I see him.
He pulls back. His dark eyes meet mine. They're as hungry as his kiss. He shifts his hips so I can feel his erection. "Not sure if my hands or my cock missed you more."
"Why choose?"
He steps back, taking my hand. "This is gonna be fast. Was thinking about you the whole flight here."
Before I can respond, his lips are on mine. His tongue slides into my mouth. He groans as he palms my ass over my skirt.
We stumble to the bathroom. With Mom asleep in her bedroom, it's way too loud. I lock the door—just in case she gets up—and run the shower.
Hopefully, I can stay quiet enough the shower muffles everything.
His eyes fix on me as he undoes the last three buttons of my blouse. He nearly rips the thing off my shoulders. He nearly breaks the zipper of my skirt as he undoes it and slides it off my hips.
I reach back to unhook my bra.
His eyes go wide as the garment falls to the floor.
"Fuck, you get more beautiful every time I see you." He cups my breasts, watching his fingers toy with my nipples.
Pleasure shoots to my core. "Me or my tits?"
"Both." He leans down to kiss me—the man is nearly a foot taller than I am.
He slides his hand between my legs, rubbing me over my panties. I'm already wet, already needy. The touch sends electricity racing to my fingers and toes.
"Drew," I breathe. "Fuck me."
"This first." He pushes my panties to my knees.
His fingers brush my inner thighs. Even after all this time, I expect him to recoil when he touches my scars. But he doesn't. He traces a few with that soft touch of his.
Then his hand is on me.
I dig my hands into his chest as pleasure knots in my core. Why is he still wearing a shirt? I slide my hand under it, taking my time reacquainting myself with the hard muscles of his chest and stomach.
His dark eyes fix on mine. I hold his gaze as an orgasm builds inside me. Those expert hands of his.
Damn.
A few more strokes and all that tension knots tighter and tighter. I bite my lip so I won't scream as I go over the edge.
"Fuck, Drew," I groan. Pleasure spills through my pelvis as I come. It feels like it's been a million years. "I missed you so much."
"Missed you too." He pulls his t-shirt over his head and pushes his jeans and boxers off his hips.
He's naked.
I'm naked.
The shower is running.
Sometimes, life really is perfect.
He pulls the curtain back and helps me into the shower. Then he's there with me, the curtain in its proper place.
Warm water streams over my head and neck. My hair wets quickly. Then it's sticking to my cheeks, covering my eyes.
He laughs as he switches positions with me. He throws his head back to wet his hair.
We take turns soaping each other. We spend ages touching and kissing. It's like it's the first time. My hands still adore every inch of his skin. I trace each of his tattoos, each line of his muscles.
His fingers graze every inch of my skin. They settle on my chest. I love how much the man loves my boobs.
My eyelids press together. I groan against his chest. I press my palms against his stomach. One treads lower. It wraps around his cock.
Fuck, he's hard.
He's really fucking hard.
It never gets old. It still feels amazing that my best friend in the whole fucking world wants me as badly as I want him.
It's like a dream.
I stroke him until he's groaning then I look up into his eyes. "Fuck me."
His eyes are heavy with desire. He only barely manages to nod. His hands go to my hips.
He guides me into position—me facing the wall, him behind me. I place one palm against the wall for support.
Drew digs his fingers into my skin as his cock brushes against me.
I arch my back to grab more of him.
Slowly,