“What?”
“That you won’t try to get up off my lap until I’ve made you come again.”
Just like that, with nothing but his wonderfully dirty words, he took her right to the edge of release. “I promise.”
He crushed her mouth beneath his as soon as the promise left her lips. And though the faint light creeping in through the blinds told her it had only been a handful of hours since they’d made love, she needed him again with the same desperate anticipation she’d felt right before he’d made her his for the very first time.
He swept her hair back from her shoulders with one hand, then gently tugged the strands so that her head tilted back, leaving her neck open for his lips and tongue and teeth. She didn’t even realize she was rocking her pelvis into his until he used his other hand against her bottom to increase the pressure and the friction of the denim against her.
She’d told him last night that she was good at being the good girl, but she didn’t feel like that good girl anymore. At least not when she was naked and straddling Drew in the middle of his tour bus, on the verge of coming apart on his lap while he urged her to do just that.
“Come for me, Ash. Just like this.” He murmured the heated words against the upper swell of her breasts. “I love watching you come.” He licked the tip of one breast, and she felt every muscle in her body clench. “I love feeling you come.” He turned his focus to her other breast, drawing slow, wet circles around her nipple with his tongue. “I love hearing you come.”
Barely a beat later, when he rocked her into his denim-covered erection at the exact moment that his teeth scraped over her incredibly aroused skin, she came for him, just the way he wanted her to. She rolled her hips into him, riding the wave of pleasure as long as she possibly could while it went on and on and on.
Just when she thought she’d never survive it, her system finally began to calm. But clearly Drew had other plans for her as he slid his fingers through the slick wetness between her legs.
“You’re so hot right here, Ash.” He lifted his fingers to his mouth and licked them, as if she were the most decadent, delicious treat ever made. “And you taste so damned good.”
She didn’t think, didn’t second-guess, just followed her instincts and leaned forward to lick his fingers, too. She’d barely slid her tongue over the pad of his middle finger when his mouth stole in and captured hers.
He kissed her as though he’d never, ever get enough. And she couldn’t stop herself from kissing him back the exact same way.
No matter what happened after this tour, she’d always have the sweet memories of feeling like the center of his world. She’d remember—and be grateful for—these stolen moments with Drew every day for the rest of her life.
But a split second later, when he slid his hand back down between her legs and thrust his fingers inside of her, she wasn’t thinking about making memories anymore. She honestly couldn’t think at all. Could only focus on how good everything felt as Drew whispered such incredibly sweet words against her sweat-dampened skin.
“Again, Ash. Let yourself go and I’ll be here for you. Always.”
No one had ever promised to always be there for her. Not her friends at school. And certainly not any of the guys she’d gone on dates with. Not even her parents, who had spent so much of their time at odds with each other.
Only Drew.
She looked into his eyes, wanting to ask how he could make her such a big promise. But when she saw the same vow in his gaze—and she felt it in his touch, as if heightening her pleasure would only serve to heighten his, too—any questions she might have asked were lost in the wonder of being with such an amazing man.
One who never just took what he wanted, but who gave. And gave. And gave.
Between one heartbeat and the next, another climax crashed over her, so strong that if Drew hadn’t been holding her so tightly, she might have slid right off his lap onto the floor.
And then he was lifting her into his arms and carrying her into his bedroom. He sat with his back against the headboard and then brought her over him so that her legs were straddling his hips. Perhaps she should have been sated by now, but she was absolutely desperate to take him inside her body. Not just his fingers this time, not just his tongue. Every beautifully hard inch of him.
With shaky fingers, she reached down to undo the button and zipper on his jeans, but thankfully he was already working himself out of them and reaching for one of the condoms from the side table. He slid the protection into place, and then his hands were on her hips again, and he was lifting her up over him.