Drake.”
She says my name on a sigh that makes me weak. Tossing her jeans over my shoulder, I let my big hands slide up her thighs. Wrapping them around her ass, I yank her forward on the bed. “Take your shirt off. I need to see you. All of you.”
She does as she’s told, and I watch while she yanks the gray fabric over her head. She lets it drop to the floor beside me, and I watch with fascination as her chest rises and falls with a big breath. Her breasts, small and perfectly round, nearly spill out of her lacy white bra. Reaching around behind her back, she unclasps it and her breasts bounce free.
I lick my lips, because they’ve gone dry. “Fucking perfect. You know that, right? You’re perfect.”
A shadow of uncertainty, similar to what I saw in her expression just downstairs, crosses her face.
She really doesn’t know that. Someone hurt her…before. I’m not an idiot, I figured that out. But it left her broken. She can’t see herself the way I do.
The thought sends a tidal wave of rage crashing through me. I can’t picture some asshole of a man putting his hands on her in order to hurt her. I don’t know the details, and I hope that the day will come soon when she trusts me enough to let me in on what went down. But until then, all I want to be to her is the reassurance she’s been missing.
“It’s true.” I don’t mean to growl, but my thoughts make it impossible not to. “I’ll show you.”
I gesture toward the windows, where light streams in. “Baby, has anyone ever made love to you during the day? With the light shining down on all the best, secret, most beautiful parts of you?”
I know the answer before she shakes her head in the negative, and I push on, shaking my head in awe. “Because I can’t tell you how happy I am that the sun is shining right now. Every inch of you is about to be revealed to me so that I can worship you the right way. The way you deserve. The way your body needs to be served.”
The muscles in her legs begin to tremble beneath my hands. Her head falls against one of her shoulders, and I gently push her back so that she’s lying down on the bed.
I dip my head, burying my nose between her thighs and inhaling a deep breath. Her scent washes over me, and I’m suddenly too hot to function. With a groan, I stand and reach behind my head, pulling my shirt off in one smooth movement. Then I unbutton my jeans. My dick is free the moment I unzip them, and I’m happy as fuck I decided to forgo underwear this morning after my shower. The jeans are gone, but I still want to crawl out of my own body and into hers.
Kneeling again, I place kisses on the insides of her thigh. Just before I reach the apex, I switch to the other leg, smoothing my hands up the sides of her and back down again. There aren’t enough places to touch all at once. There aren’t enough places to lick her, to kiss her, to taste her. I’m so limited, because I’m only a man, but I want to eat her up. In one swallow.
The tiny scrap of white cotton covering the center of my gravity at the moment need to come off. Almost like she’s reading my mind, Mea lifts her hips off the bed with a frustrated sigh. I can’t stop my grin as I take hold of the sides of her panties and tug them down her legs. Discarding them, I just take a second. To drink her in. Breathe her. Breathe her. Breathe her.
She plants her pretty little feet on my bare shoulders.
“Mea.”
She glances down at me. Her voice is breathy and so damn sexy when she answers. “Yeah?”
“I’m gonna eat up that pretty little pussy now. Not gonna stop, not until you know exactly how you should be worshipped. You ready for me, baby?”
I pull back for a second searching her face. Because I need her to know that I’m not just asking her if she’s ready to be intimate with me. I’m asking her so much more, and I need her to read it in my expression. To hear it in my voice. To feel it in my touch.
Her soft fingers land in my hair, tugging.