Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 58792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
“Do you want to… um, come in?”
Why am I inviting him into the apartment? Bex isn’t home to stop me from doing something stupid.
He nods, his chest rising and falling.
Once we step inside the entryway, Drake shuts the door behind us. He has me pinned against the wall before I know what’s happening. Gripping both of my wrists, he raises my arms above my head and presses them against the wall as he inches his way to my mouth.
“Drake,” I mutter. “What are you doing?”
“If I don’t fucking kiss you, I’m gonna die. You’re killing me, Taylor.”
I close my eyes and suck in a deep breath before blowing it out of my nose.
He can kiss me.
Hell, I want to kiss him too.
I’ve tried so hard to suppress my emotions, but the alcohol isn’t making it easy.
Staring into his eyes, I flick my tongue over my lips. With that simple gesture, he lifts me up, carrying me toward the back of the apartment where two doors lead to Bex and my bedrooms.
“Which one is yours?”
“Left,” I say, my body humming with electricity.
“But we’re not having sex, so let’s get that straight right now.”
Drake nods and then kicks the door shut. Gripping my ass with both hands, he staggers over to my bed. He lowers me onto the mattress and settles between my thighs, his erection pressing against my leg through his jeans. The feral look in his eyes sends an immediate rush of excitement throughout my body, and my core clenches in response.
Grunting, he sucks on my bottom lip like he will make good on his promise to eat me. I wish he would right now. The magic he’s working between my legs has me wound so tight I feel like a twig about to snap in half. He tugs on my bottom lip and then drags his tongue along my skin, ripping a strangled moan from my throat.
Cupping the side of my face with his left hand, the other roams down my stomach. A ripple of pleasure rolls over me in waves. Drake handles me like someone with experience, and here I am with close to none. Testing my limits, he slips his fingers beneath the waistband of my spandex shorts. I want to push him off me. Every rational part of me says to stop. But my mind isn’t doing the thinking right now.
My body comes alive like a lit firecracker, every part of me ready to explode. Drake is too much. Too big, too manly, too damn sexy for his own good. He smells like clean linen and spicy aftershave, a combination that has my hormones raging out of control.
Slipping his tongue into my mouth, he rocks his hips against me. The long, hard length of his cock digs into my thigh, and he groans every time I move my hips to meet his. For a second, I consider the situation. What am I doing with Drake? Why did I invite him up to my room?
Technically, I guess I didn’t ask him to follow me upstairs. I thought he was walking me to my door, and the next thing I knew, he had my arms pinned above my head against the wall, ready to devour me.
I separate my lips from his, moving my head to the side, but he kisses my neck instead. “We shouldn’t do this, Drake.” He drags his teeth along my skin, ripping another moan from me. “We shouldn’t…”
He lifts his eyes to meet mine. “Do you want me to stop?”
I close my eyes for a split second, his scent filling my nostrils, his sex appeal too consuming for me to deny. He shifts his weight, about to roll off me when I grab him by the collar of his dress shirt. As if giving him the answer he needs, he bends down to slip his tongue inside my mouth, kissing me with an animalistic passion I crave.
Heat runs over my body in waves as his hand slides up my thigh. My shorts are so wet I wonder if he can feel my juices through the thin fabric. I’m drenched for Drake. He makes me so fucking hot. But we can’t take this too far. I won’t allow it. And now I know he won’t push it.
Without breaking the kiss, he lifts my tank top over my lacy black bra and slips his hand beneath the material. His big hand engulfs my breast, the large pad of his thumb rolling over my painfully sore nipple. He groans into my mouth, moving my bra over my breasts to bare them to him.
I miss the feel of his tongue against mine the second our lips separate. But he rewards me for my patience by covering my nipple with his mouth. Peeking up at me, he takes the hard bud between his teeth, nibbling and sucking until I’m ready to burst.