broad, bare shoulders. All my muscles tense in anticipation, and the first swipe of his hot tongue on my even hotter flesh nearly sends me into overdrive.
“God. You taste so goddamn good.”
His words alone could make me come. I’m clenching, my muscles vibrating frantically as my body struggles to find a release. He allows his tongue to dip inside of me and then brings it back to my clit, making tiny circles that send sparks of fire through my core. I want to explode. No, I need to explode.
But I also want to push Drake away. Falling apart like this, completely exposed to him, will make me the most vulnerable I’ve been since…
No, I can’t do it. I try to pull away.
Drake holds me steady, lifting his head. He reads the expression in my eyes.
“Mea…” His voice is soft, and he keeps his eyes locked on mine. “I will never hurt you. Ever. Just wanna please you, baby. Let me. You’re safe with me.”
I exhale, slowly lying back against the pillows and closing my eyes.
“Open ’em, sweetheart. See me. See me.”
I do what he says, meeting his fiery gaze. There’s nothing threatening in his eyes. All I can see there is need, and sweetness.
He won’t hurt me. I’m in control.
I cry out as I burst. Drake catches each and every piece of me that comes apart. Some are physical, and he laps me up with his tongue.
But some of the pieces are so much more. And he’s right there to catch those, too.
Drake Sullivan catches all of me when I fall, and I’ve never trusted anyone to do that before. Something in me shifts, changes, breaks, and is reconfigured.
Drake pulls me into his arms and holds me as I tremble, coming down from a high I never even knew was possible. His arms are strong and sure. Strong enough to catch me. Safe enough to keep me warm when I should be freezing, out in the cold and alone.
9
Drake
I fumble through my brain, trying to come up with the logistics behind what’s happening right now. Mea is lying against me, her arm slung across my chest while her legs are all tangled up with mine. She’s bare. Her skin shines in the now-bright light of day, its toasted caramel color in direct contrast to the nearly black of her wild, wild curls splayed out on the pillow.
She’s gorgeous.
The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. The time three years ago we spent together definitely marked me, more so after she left without a word and treated me with cool indifference ever since. But this Mea? This Mea that I know intimately, that I’ve spent time with outside the bedroom, that I’ve seen vulnerable and tender?
This Mea blows my fucking mind. She changes every game that’s ever been played. She can end me. And I welcome it.
I rub my hand against her bare arm, gently drawing a path from shoulder to wrist. The sunlight filtering in through the window tells me it’s late morning. Which means the time we spent together in the early morning was about six hours ago.
Her skin under my rough, calloused hands is like satin. I didn’t know it was possible for skin to be this fucking soft. It melts more than just my hands. Something inside my chest is turning soft, too.
She stirs. Either I woke her up with my constant need to touch her, or the bright light streaming in is the culprit. Either way, she turns her head and bats thick black lashes at me. Her eyes are actually sparkling in the light, and it seems like the deepness inside them goes on for miles.
“Hi.” My voice is sandpaper.
Her smile is crooked and tiny. “Well, this is a first.”
I quirk an eyebrow. Is she talking about waking up in my bed? Because she’s done that before.
She’s completely unfazed by all of the things that freak girls out when they wake up for the first time next to a guy. She isn’t covering her mouth, not that I care about morning breath when she’s this sexy lying beside me. She doesn’t reach up to check her hair, or try to leap out of bed and apply makeup before I see her face. No, not Mea. She’s not shy. Never has been.
“My first time waking up in bed with a man.” Her voice is nonchalant, but her eyes tell a deeper story. There’s nothing shallow about this girl. No matter how light and carefree she makes herself