He was a master lyricist, knew exactly how to bend words to tug at people’s heartstrings. But every word he spoke while she lay beneath him on his bed rang pure and sweet, straight to the center of her heart.
He lowered his head so that the tips of his hair tickled her skin, and he began to run more of those impossibly soft, heady kisses down from her lips and over her jaw. She arched her head back to give him better access to swipe his tongue into the hollow of her throat and lightly scrape his teeth over her collarbone.
Her breath came faster and faster, making her breasts swell up from the top of the pink sleeveless dress. She was dying for him to touch her there, but he didn’t just touch. Didn’t just kiss. Instead, he said, “I need to see you, Ash.”
“I need it, too.” So badly that she was trembling with anticipation.
He moved his hands from hers and slipped them under the thin straps holding up her dress and slowly slid the fabric down, kissing first one shoulder and then the next as he bared them to his hungry gaze. His hands were warm and strong as they slid behind her back to unstick her zipper and open it all the way. And then, finally, he was drawing the fabric down, and she was holding her breath waiting, waiting, waiting for—
Oh God, the way it felt when he put his lips, his tongue, on her. She’d never felt anything like the sensations currently rocking through her, never knew any part of her body could be so wonderfully sensitive. The dress had slid up her thighs when he’d laid her down on the bed and now she wrapped her legs around him to bring him closer.
He cupped her breasts in his big hands, and she marveled at how pale her naked flesh looked against his tanned skin. How right in a way she’d never been able to see her body before. Somehow, when Drew was touching her, the curves she’d never known what to do with finally made sense.
With every swipe of his tongue over her nipples, his groans vibrated through her. He’d told her that her voice was the prettiest melody he’d ever heard, and now the sounds of his pleasure, and his excitement at being with her, were easily the best song she’d ever heard. A song she wanted to play over and over and over again until she’d memorized every tone, every dimension, every subtly changing pitch.
“You’re so pretty.” His dark eyes were wild with need as he lifted his head from her chest, and she couldn’t stop herself from falling even deeper as she reached out to run her fingers through his hair. “All I want is to make you feel good.” He pressed another hot kiss to the pulse jumping at the side of her neck.
“You do. You are. Better than I knew it was even possible to feel. Especially when you...”
“Especially when I...?” he prompted her.
They’d already gone further than she had with any other guy, and it was difficult not to be shy. It would have been easier not to say the words aloud, but she refused to let herself hold anything back tonight, no matter how scary it was to put herself out there like this. “When you’re kissing my breasts. Please, do it again.”
“I could do it for hours and hours,” he told her, but instead of going straight back to her breasts, his mouth captured hers.
Every time they kissed he poured even more passion into it, into her, and she wondered how she’d lived twenty-two years without ever feeling this way. By the time he finally pulled back from her lips to kiss his way back down her naked skin, she should have been ready to feel the wet heat of his mouth over her breasts again. But when he took one taut peak against his tongue and rolled the other between his thumb and forefinger—oh God, the things he could do with his hands and mouth—she cried out so loudly that anyone standing outside the bus surely would have been able to hear it.
“All of you.” He moved his hands to the fabric pooled around her waist. “I need to see all of you.”
The desperate need on his face stole her words, so she lifted her hips to show him that it was what she wanted, too. He wasn’t moving slowly anymore, the way he had with her shoulder straps. Instead, the silky pink fabric came down in one hard yank.
He stilled as she lay before him in nothing but a pair of simple pink polka-dot panties. “Forever.” He wrapped his hands around her hips as he said, “That’s how long I’m going to remember seeing you like this.”
The smile he gave her just then made her feel as good as his kisses and his caresses did. What was between them wasn’t just physical—it was so much more than that. Because for every moment of sensual pleasure he gave her with his mouth and hands, his sweet words and smiles gave her just as many moments of joy.
And then he was bending forward to press more incredible kisses over her stomach and hip bones at the same time as he slid the final piece of fabric down, pressing his lips over each new tiny patch of skin that he revealed. She’d never been so open for anyone else, never been so naked, so exposed.
And she loved it. Loved knowing that Drew was her first.
Her only.