he slides inside me. Each inch feels better than the last. More like I'm whole.
More like I'm home.
Fuck, I missed him so badly.
He holds onto my hips as he thrusts into me.
My eyes close. Conscious thought slips away. All the nights apart, all the afternoons I spent wishing he were there, all the dinners I wanted to brag about cooking—everything else fades away.
There's nothing in the world except our bodies in this shower.
He rocks into me with a steady motion. His thighs are shaking, his fingers digging into my skin.
He's close.
He was right. It's fast.
But I don't care. I want to feel his orgasm. I want him as wrecked with pleasure as I am.
A few more thrusts and he's there.
"Kara," he groans.
His breath hitches. His cock pulses as he comes inside me. He thrusts through the orgasm until he's spilled every drop.
When he's finished, he turns me around. His eyes find mine.
He slides his hand between my legs. "You need to come again."
If he insists.
I close my eyes and surrender to the pleasure filling my body.
Chapter Fifteen
Kara
Drew is downstairs, scooping veggie omelets onto ceramic plates. He motions to a cup of tea on the dining table.
"You sleep well?" he asks.
"Yeah." I take a long sip of my tea. Earl Grey. My favorite. "How are you awake?"
"Jet lag."
"Let's take a walk after breakfast. Daylight is supposed to help."
He laughs as he brings the plates, and his coffee, to the table. "Kendrick, you think I don't know the jetlag tricks? Been touring for the last four years."
"But you only had your first international tour a year ago."
He shakes his head. "Can't believe the lack of respect."
"Baby, you know I think you're a rock star." I allow myself the opportunity to check him out. He's wearing a t-shirt and boxers. It's too much clothing. I need that shirt gone so I can gawk at his tattoos. And his six-pack. And those v-lines. God, those v-lines. "But you can always play a song for me, to remind me."
"Can I?"
I nod. "Woo me with your beautiful voice."
"How about if I use my mouth for something else?"
My cheeks flush. "I can live with that."
"Can you?"
I nod. It's a casual nod, but it is a big deal. Before Drew, I never let guys touch me, much less stick their heads between my thighs.
I was ashamed of my cutting scars. But he treats them like a badge of courage. Like they're a sign I survived something hard, not like they're a sign I'm a damaged freak.
***
The bed shakes so hard I'm worried it's going to fall through the floor. It doesn’t. Not the first, second, or third time I come.
After we clean up, we head to Golden Gate Park for a long walk. There's a lot to catch up on—all the little details that make up days. Mostly, I talk and he listens, but I do get a few details about the tour. There was a great show in Tokyo and an awful one someplace in China. He broke three guitar strings during a solo.
I get lost in our conversation. He must be lost too, because we're well into the afternoon when we realize the time.
My phone is packed with When will you be home for lunch? messages from my mom.
"Shit, we better go." I show Drew the texts.
He presses his lips to mine. "You're always making trouble, Kendrick."
I nod and lead him back home. It's a long walk, but it's nice today. It's cool, but the flowers and trees are in bloom. There are pollens everywhere.
My allergies are going crazy. I'm sneezing, I'm tired, and I'm incredibly nauseous. Usually, the nausea is more mild. At the moment, I'm about ready to throw up.
It feels like it's something worse than allergies, but it's been consistent for a few weeks. What else could it be?
At home, Mom is in the kitchen. It smells like tomatoes, meat, and pasta.
Yum.
"Hey, Kara." Mom smiles. She nods hello to Drew. "Andrew, nice to finally see you."
Drew actually blushes. He hates being called Andrew.
God damn, he looks cute with his cheeks pink. My head fills with all sorts of delicious thoughts about other activities that make him flush.
"It's just Drew, Mrs. Kendrick," he says.
"It's just Judy." She motions to the table. "I'm about to bring out the salad."
"Thanks for cooking, Mrs., ahem Judy."
She smiles. "Kara helped prepare it last night."
Oh, it's the lasagna. I've already forgotten everything about yesterday that wasn't me and Drew in the shower.
"You cooked for me, Kendrick?" He squeezes my