pure bliss and at the same time, torture. Since then, I’d resolved my lingering grief with Clay. I set him free and in return, it felt good to know I had his blessing to find love again. Or just to be in a relationship again.
Nothing held me back except my sheer terror.
With one last deep breath in and out, I forced myself to open the door.
Drew sat on the edge of the bed, unbuttoning his shirt. He’d taken his shoes and socks off already. He jumped up when he saw me.
“Hey.” Drew sucked in a deep breath as if he were just as nervous as I was. At least that was reassuring. “You ready for bed?”
I nodded mutely as he finished unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a wide, strong chest.
Oh, okay. The nerves were fading. I fiddled with the hem of my wrinkled, silky gown that only came to mid-thigh. “Um.”
The uncertainty I’d seen a few seconds ago in Drew had disappeared. Or maybe he was just better at hiding it or banishing it. He stepped forward and put his hands on my bare arms, rubbing them up and down. “You’re freezing,” he whispered.
The word echoed in the room. “Freezing.”
Stiffening, I looked around. “What?”
“What?” Drew raised his eyebrows. “You know, if you’re not ready for this, we can just cuddle,” he suggested and pulled me closer. His voice was a mix of seduction and calm. “I could hold you in my arms, close to my heart.” His deep voice lowered into a rumbling tone, almost a growl. “Press your body against mine, your ass into my crotch, and my arms around your waist.” He pulled me even closer and the evidence of how much he wanted me pressed into my lower stomach.
“Maybe we could, just, uh, cudd…” I lost my train of thought as Drew’s lips lowered against mine. Moaning, I opened my mouth to him, relishing the feel of his tongue slipping into my mouth. “Drew,” I whispered into his mouth. It sounded more like a moan. Oh, geez, did that sound sexy or just weird? The last thing I wanted to sound like was an asthmatic gorilla. Biting off the sound, I pulled back and looked up at Drew with sultry eyes. He’d succeeded in getting my motor revved. I hadn’t put panties on under the gown. If I sat on the bed, I‘d probably get a big damp spot on the back of it.
And I was overthinking everything. Stop thinking, Ava!
In an attempt to not embarrass myself and look sexy, I lowered myself gracefully onto the bed, sort of sideways. But then I needed to scoot over so that Drew could join me. My gown got trapped halfway underneath me as I slid over. It tugged on the top of the gown, and the momentum had already started.
As the gown yanked down and I scooted over and kinda up, the material gave way and my boob popped out. Just… plop. There was my titty.
Drew’s gaze flew straight to it, and the last thing any girl would ever want to happen…did. He laughed.
I scrambled up and tugged the gown straight, then stuffed myself back down into it. “Thanks,” I muttered.
“No, no.” He lowered himself onto the bed beside me. “I wasn’t laughing at you. Actually, I should say, you have a glorious breast. I’d very much like to see the other one. It was just the manner in which it was exposed. I’m sorry, Ava, but it was funny.”
I ducked my head as a blush spread up my chest and neck toward my cheeks. “I suppose it was.”
He scooted closer. “May I?” Trailing a finger along my decolletage, he dipped it under the elastic neckband and tickled the top of my breasts as his lips met mine again.
Shuddering, I arched my back, pressing my breasts against his hand until he dipped his finger lower and stretched the top until both breasts came out.
The material sort of lifted them and tucked them together. I was not complaining about that.
With a low growl, Drew pulled his lips off of mine and lowered his head to one of my rosy, pink buds. And then it disappeared into his mouth, and I lost all sense of reason.
I could’ve sounded like a gorilla birthing her first baby for all I knew as Drew’s hands roamed my body. If he cared one whit about how long the hair between my legs was, he gave zero indication as he found my core and teased it until