Page 79 of A First Sight
“Maggie?” I heard movement in the bed. “Are you o–”
The word cut off suddenly as the bedside lamp turned on, letting him see what I wasn’t wearing.
“You said in your letter you would be waiting for me to come back to you.” I took a step into the bedroom, my heart beating so loudly I wondered if he could hear it. “I’m not all quite sorted on the details, but I know one thing for certain.”
“What’s that, lass?” His voice was hoarse. The closer I got to him, the more I could see that his expression was…hungry.
“I want you.” I put my hand on his cheek, faint stubble scratching against my palm as I leaned down to brush my lips against his. “Unless I’m too late.”
He made a faint growling sound, and I saw his hands move to touch me.
“It’s okay.” I ran my fingers through his hair, and he leaned into my touch. “Touch me. Show me.Takeme. I trust you.”
His eyes met mine, and I saw everything in them. Heat. Relief. He surged upward, mouth crashing onto mine, and then my world spun.
Suddenly, I was underneath him, his hands moving over my body, strong but oh so gentle. His kiss, however, was not soft. He devoured my mouth, tongue stroking across mine, teeth biting on my bottom lip hard enough to make me gasp. The hair on his chest rubbed against my nipples, and I squirmed, but he grabbed my hips. Not to hold me still, but to drag my lower body against his, the thin cotton of his boxer-briefs the only thing between us, his cock pushing against the fabric, exerting pressure and friction in sensitive places.
I was drowning in sensation, dizzy, head spinning…I clutched at his shoulders, concentrated on the feel of the muscles under my fingers, used his body to ground me.
As his mouth moved to my jaw, I tilted my head back, moaning as he nipped and kissed my throat. One of his hands moved up to cover my breast. The heat of his palm had me arching against his touch, eager for more.
“So beautiful,” he murmured before dropping his head to my other breast.
I took in a shuddering breath as he circled my nipple with his tongue, teasing it as his hand tightened on the other breast. The sensations had my eyelids fluttering.
Underneath the physical part of things was something else, though. That edge Drake knew how to dance along made it erotic rather than frightening.
I trusted him not to hurt me.
I pressed my lips against his shoulder, shifting so I could cup his firm ass. He cursed, then nipped lightly on my breast.
I dug my nails into those tight muscles. Drake rocked against me, and the fabric between us was wet with our joint arousal.
I wanted it gone.
“Off.” I pushed at his underwear, making a frustrated sound when I couldn’t move them.
He chuckled. “Impatient?”
I glared at him, making him laugh as he quickly rid himself of the offensive garment. He went up on his knees, and my gaze dropped to his chest and then slid lower. A thrill of excitement went through me as I followed the trail of hair down his flat stomach to where a long, thick cock jutted out of dark curls. My pussy throbbed with the memory of what it was like to have him inside me, how perfectly we fit together. That feeling of belonging and safety I had only with him.
I propped myself on my elbows as he leaned over to pluck a condom from the bedside table drawer. With a slightly smug smile on his face, he ripped open the wrapper and rolled the thin latex over his erection.
I barely let him get it on before I reached for him.
He threaded his fingers between mine, stretching my arm above my head as he lowered himself onto me. I spread my legs, and he settled there. Damn, he felt good like this.
“Please, Drake.” I pushed my hips against him.
He covered my mouth with his and tightened his grip on my hand, pressing it harder into the pillow. His tongue traced along my bottom lip before delving inside. Not a tender kiss, it was still sweet. Not a light, delicate sweetness, but something richer, almost decadent.
A path of fire followed his fingers as they slid between us and brushed my clit. I jerked at the sudden contact, then moaned as he stroked me, tongue and fingers in perfect sync. As pleasure coiled in my stomach, my nails raked down his back, and I felt his entire body shudder.
“Maggie,” he groaned as he pulled his mouth from mine.
“Take me,” I begged. “I need you inside me.”
“I want you to come first.” His voice was thick with need as he slid a finger inside me.
