But she wasn’t exploring.
She was stroking.
And I was dying.
It was like she looked at the music and decided to add an extra bridge, and now I was racing toward the chorus.
“Keep doing that, and I’m not gonna make it, B.”
“Then you should probably do something about it,” she panted, and she allowed her legs to fall open, exposing herself to me, showing me all the things I’d done to her, the responses she had.
And I lost it.
My vision solely locked onto hers as I inched inside.
She tensed.
“Remember who you’re with,” I whispered, inching in farther. “Someone you trust, someone you love, someone who will take care of you. Someone…” I moved more. “…who would do anything to keep you safe.” She gripped the sheets in her hands and then reached for me.
I pressed what was probably a painful kiss to her mouth as I filled her completely. Yeah, this chorus was definitely going to be on the shorter side.
With each smooth thrust, I felt her tense around me in pleasure, and I felt my need for release like the sun — blinding, all-encompassing, impossible to run away from.
“Remember who you’re with,” Bronte repeated in a whisper as our mouths broke apart.
I circled my hips while she hooked one leg around me, altering the angle and nearly throwing us off the bed.
But that angle…
“Holy shit.” Beads of sweat formed at my temples.
“Swear jar.” She moaned. “Right there, Drew. Right, there.”
“Damn it; you’re so tight, feel so good.” I let out another groan and then another string of sentences that didn’t even make sense.
Her muscles constricted around me, clenching. Eyes wild, she kissed me hard, nearly hitting my teeth as she used my necklaces to keep me close. And then she came apart, one hand choking me with the necklaces and the other clenching my biceps muscle.
My release was like the last song before the encore.
I pumped into her until my body was spent, and I let go of everything, but that moment.
Gasping, I stared into her green eyes. They were glowing. I had done that. I’d put that glow there. “Are you okay?”
She nodded and then kissed me softly on the mouth. Our bodies still entwined, I wanted to live forever in moments like this… with her, only with her.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“Happy early birthday,” I murmured, earning a laugh from her. “What?”
“Oh, you know, had anyone told me that for my fortieth birthday I’d get my favorite rockstar in my bed, I would have checked them for head trauma.” Her smile was so addictively gorgeous.
“So, you finally admit it… I’m your favorite.”
“We’re even since I’m yours.”
“Truth.” I peppered kisses across her mouth, her cheeks, and then her neck. “You’re my favorite song because everything you do is like music, and I think we have a few more notes to play, don’t you?”
“Yeah.” She bit down on her bottom lip. “We do.”
I smacked her lightly on the ass. “Good, now let’s take a time out, and then I want to do this in front of the mirror.”
Her eyes widened. “What? Why?”
“So, you can watch how I watch you, see how you affect me, and know how much I worship your body, every last inch of it.”
“You need to stop being so perfect. I think it’s easier dealing with the ego than with your seduction techniques.”
“Not seduction.” I kissed her again. “Facts.”
CHAPTER 18
Bronte
Amelia checked in later that night via text, and Braden messaged at around two a.m. to wish me a happy birthday.
It was probably a good thing he didn’t know that, at that exact moment, Drew was licking ice cream off my belly button.
It all started when I said I hadn’t had a cake for my birthday in forever.
And since we had no mix in the house, Drew concluded that dessert was dessert, but it would taste wrong if he put it in a bowl.
Next thing I knew, we were in the kitchen, and I had a small amount of vanilla ice cream on my belly button topped with whip cream. And the most gorgeous man in the known universe was lapping it up with his tongue.
Even his grunts were sexy as his tatted hands held my hips in place. I reached for him again, stroking his length.
The man had stamina.
That much was true.
We’d taken small breaks.
But he still wanted more.
And I wanted to give him everything.
How had this even happened?
“Mmm…” Drew’s mouth moved up my stomach. The cold hard granite counter bit against my back as I arched into him in greedy need. “…I think I like your skin more than the ice cream.”
“Oh, God.”
His tongue found a nipple. He was ice cold, and then he sucked. I wasn’t sure whether to smack him or ask him for more. “That feels—”
His tongue swirled, and then his instrumental hands dug into my hair, giving it a pull as he sat me up on the countertop where he’d just been licking me; it was as natural as breathing, wrapping my legs around his hips as he sank in again and then pressed me against the fridge as promised.
“Think we’re down to nine.” He panted against my neck as each thrust had me clawing at his back in an attempt to get closer.
I could hear the sound of things falling in the fridge with each push against the stainless steel.
And then he just pinned me there without moving, his eyes alight with amusement. “I’m too close. Sorry.”
“Yes…” I turned my head and tongued the sweat that dripped down his temple. “…please apologize right now.”
“Care to scold me?” He winked, and then he moved, hard, slow.
“What? You want me to call you a bad boy or something?”
“Fuck, I think every sexual schoolgirl fantasy just came to life,” he growled against my neck. “I think I’d like to be punished by you.”
I don’t know why, but I bit into his neck and then sucked, giving him a hickey as his moans filled the kitchen while he filled me. “Consider my mark your punishment.”
He cursed,
