Page 50 of A First Sight
Drake had an expression of intense concentration on his face. He was still holding back, forcing himself to please me first.
I brushed my thumb over his lips. “Come with me.”
I felt his teeth scrape over the soft skin of my throat, his thick shaft putting fresh pressure on my g-spot, and that was it. I screamed, and then his mouth was there, swallowing the sound, and he pulsed inside me. Our bodies trembled together, sharing the pleasure. Electricity flowed around and through us, uniting us with ecstasy I’d never known before.
We barely had enough strength to roll apart. Drake tossed the condom aside and grabbed the covers, draping them over us. I was already half-asleep, drained from sex. He wrapped an arm around me, and I nestled into his chest. His lips brushed my temple, and I slipped under.
THIRTY-SEVEN
MAGGIE
Since money wasn’t an issue,buying a quality musical instrument should have been easy, especially in New York City. I didn’t need to shop around or compare prices. I could go solely by the quality and feel since I could afford whatever violin I wanted.
Or anything else I needed, for that matter.
No, what made my morning difficult was the avalanche of emotions. It hit me the minute I walked into the store. Or barely walked. I was still sore from last night's amazing escapade.
It was an innocent question when the store clerk asked why I needed a new instrument, small talk, and I reminded myself of that as I replied there was an accident with my previous one.
Anaccident.
I didn’t want to protect Dale. Part of me wanted to give the man an answer, but I would probably burst into tears if I were to explain.
The instrument I selected was beautiful, and under other circumstances, it would’ve thrilled me to own something so perfect. I just hoped I could still perform my best, even without my mother’s violin.
Drake had gone to the office this morning to handle a minor emergency. It was a good thing. Otherwise, I would have stayed in bed with him all day, never getting around to look for a replacement.
But buying a new instrument wasn’t the only reason for my excursion outside of the bedroom. My family had wanted to meet, and I arrived at Piccola Cucina, Carson’s choice for lunch, before my siblings.
As I waited by the door, I felt the usual feelings of discomfort rising. Before Dale, I had been a confident woman, and I never felt anxiety in public. Then, over time, I felt nervous and fidgeting, sure that people were staring at me and talking about me.
How did I go from being a strong, independent woman to being so fearful?
Suddenly, London breezed through the door and beelined straight for me, engulfing me in a hug before I could say a word. Seconds later, Carson arrived, and he caught me in another hug. As we made our way to a table, neither said anything about the Dale situation. Instead, we talked about what was happening in their lives.
The proverbial elephant-in-the-room was there, of course. I still had a bruise on my cheek and a healing cut, a visible reminder of the subject we were avoiding. I had little desire to talk about it, and I was grateful they weren’t pushing. My brother asked about Drake, and if I was okay staying there. I couldn’t hide the rush of heat flowing to my face, and I assured him I was more than fine.
Lunch with my two siblings was the perfect remedy for my emotional morning. I left feeling better, and I made a stop at a small market to pick up a few things. I wanted to make dinner for Drake, to thank him for everything he’d done for me. And not only last night. I felt a rush of heat as I remembered the intense sensations. I was still puzzled about how Drake had come into my life at such a perfect time, but I was grateful. Never could I have gotten through these last few days without him.
Even the slushy rain that started when the Uber dropped me at Drake’s building couldn’t dampen my spirits, and I was smiling as I entered the lobby. It faded when I saw an older man in a suit standing with the security guard.
“Miss McCrae, the detective would like a word with you.” The security guard motioned for me to come to the desk.
The hand on the strap of my grocery tote bag tightened into a fist as I joined the two men.
“Maggie McCrae?”
I nodded.
“I’m Detective Kozuch.” He glanced at the security guard, who simply crossed his arms. “If you’ll excuse us…”
As he walked away, my stomach clenched.
“I’m guessing this has something to do with Dale Leighton.”
“It does.”
I felt my heart thumping as I braced myself for the next Dale shit-storm.
