I gulped. “No… yes. I, uhhh…” My eyes lowered; I couldn’t help it.
Damn, the man was packing. It was all I could seem to focus on.
Slowly, he licked his lips and then palmed himself and shrugged. “It can’t be helped, and I’m probably going to imagine this moment in my life over and over again and question my own sanity at being able to actually keep my hands for the most part to myself when all I kept imagining was stripping you naked with my bare teeth and impaling you against the saddle.” He sighed.
I gaped. “I don’t really know if I should be offended, insulted, or just straight-up turned on by what you just said.”
His eyes lowered to my chest. “Well, at least your body knows best.”
I instantly crossed my arms as my nipples tingled.
“Cold?” He winked.
I smacked him on the leg then started getting off the horse, throwing my other leg over and mourning the loss of his heat as if I would never get to experience it again.
When my feet hit the sand, Drew started making his dismount, but apparently, Will was angry about something or just sensed Drew’s fear; he shook his head and then looked back and bared his teeth at his petrified rider.
Drew held up his hands, his eyes wide. “Oh, shit.”
I reached for Will’s face and started rubbing his fur. “It’s okay, boy. He’s just scared of you because you’re bigger than him.”
Drew snorted. “Helpful. Tell him how big he is so he can crush me!”
I laughed while Will neighed and tapped his hoof against the sand. Adorable. How could anyone be afraid of such a sweetie?
“Just get off slowly. You’re heavier than I am,” I instructed, still petting Will’s fur.
Drew grumbled under his breath and moved again. “Can you touch me like that?”
“You want me to pet your face?”
His voice lowered. “I want you to pet something.” And then he somehow managed to half fall off the horse onto his ass in the sand.
He bit out a curse and glared at both of us as if it was my fault he’d fallen.
“Graceful.” I laughed.
He jabbed a finger in my direction. “I was distracted by all the petting talk.”
“So distracted that you couldn’t even get off Will?”
“What can I say? You’re beautifully distracting. Hey, I have an idea. You should probably bring those hands over here along with that mouth so I can start getting my reward.”
I gave Will one last stroke and walked over to Drew, holding my hand out to him to help him up, but instead of getting up, he pulled me down like I weighed nothing, right onto his lap. My legs wrapped around his body as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
“There.” His lips touched mine. “That’s so much better.”
I cupped his face with my hands. “What are we doing?”
“Kissing.” His lips moved across mine briefly before pulling back. “And next, we’re going to kiss some more, and then I’m going to pour you some pre-birthday champagne, and then we’re going to talk about all the ways I’m going to taste you tonight when we’re back at the house, you know, after Not-My-Daughter’s in bed.”
I could literally feel him throbbing against me. We were alone near the bluff — I mean, if you didn’t count Will who seemed to be ignoring us altogether.
“And if I say no?”
“Your words say one thing. Your eyes say something else entirely. Let me give you a present…”
“A present.” I grinned. “Let me guess. Your present is…” I rolled my hips against him.
His mouth parted; he let out the most sexual moan I’d ever heard in my entire life. Like lighting a fire then dousing it in kerosene, there was no stopping the explosion.
I never knew a moan could do that to people.
Make them nearly fall apart in one-point-two seconds.
All because that moan promised more… and more… with ultimate satisfaction in the process.
“I was going to say me,” Drew said. “But that works too if you want me to get sexual about it.” His forehead touched mine. “B… I’ve never really given myself to anyone, except for the girl who broke my heart and married my ex-best friend, but even then, it wasn’t…” He heaved a shaky sigh. “This… this thing between us… It feels real. It feels different. You’ve given me only days, and already I’m drowning. Every single time I’m tempted to swim up out of fear of losing myself in the dark depths of what this is, you pull me back under, and I remember why I’m drowning in the first place. It’s because of you. It’s for you. And I just need you to know that right here, in this moment, I would do anything for you, be anything you need me to be. I just want you, Bronte. And I want you to want me.”
Tears welled in my eyes. “I’m scared of how much I want you.”
“Then we’ll be scared together.”
“A famous rockstar… scared?” I teased.
He locked his eyes on mine. “I’ve never been more terrified. And Will looks like he might murder me in my sleep.”
I smiled and kissed him again and then again. I lost all track of time as our lips slid against one another, as his hands dove into my hair and tugged. He didn’t feel famous in that moment.
He felt like Drew.
A guy I was falling for.
A guy I wished I had met back when my heart was fully functioning. Now all I had were scattered pieces that would never really fit like they used to.
But maybe that was why we were attracted to one another.
Maybe my pieces could fit with his.
Maybe it wasn’t about fixing what was broken and then handing it over; maybe it was about merging our pieces into one.
Drew’s tongue invaded my mouth, it took over the kiss to the point of pain and pleasure, and everything mixed in between as I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on for dear life.
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