I looked toward the elevator doors, expecting to see someone new entering our space. What I saw instead was that we had reached our destination – and a lot quicker than I'd expected.
I shouldn't have been surprised. With Drake, it was always like this. Whenever we were together, the time positively flew no matter what we were doing. And soon, we would be doing something that I'd been wanting for what felt like forever.
I was nearly breathless as Drake took my hand and led me out of the elevator and then to our hotel room, which turned out to be a suite so luxurious, my eyes widened at the sight.
Part of me wanted to protest at the extravagance of it all, but I'd already done that, and the last thing I wanted now was to throw cold water onto the heat of our sizzling passion.
Together, we practically fell into the suite, tugging at each other clothes – or maybe that was just me. For weeks now, I'd been dying to get a closer look at all of Drake's muscles – and other things, too.
I tugged off his tuxedo jacket and tossed it to who-knows-where before pulling off his black bowtie and turning to my attention to the buttons of his crisp white shirt.
As my fingers fumbled with the tiny fasteners, Drake nuzzled my throat – kissing my warm skin and giving it tantalizing little nibbles as he worked his way downward to that singular spot just above the bodice of my dress.
We were still stumbling, making our way to what I hoped was the bedroom – or heck, even a couch. It's not like I was feeling particular – not about the location, anyway.
After I finished with the final button of his shirt, I couldn't stop myself from leaning back to get my first full view of Drake's bare chest as I yanked the shirt wide open.
My breath hitched as I drank in the sight of him. His pecs were glorious, and his abs were tight. I reached out and gave his shirt a few more tugs to reveal chiseled shoulders and bulging biceps.
When his shirt finally hit the floor, I felt myself swallow as I gazed at the man in front of me. With his intense blue eyes, his handsome face, his full lips, and his wavy golden hair, he looked like a fantasy-come-to-life.
But that wasn't the thing that made my heart swell with new desire. It was the look in his eyes as he asked in a tender voice, "Do you know how long I've wanted you?"
I reached out and splayed my hands across his bare chest. "It can't be longer than I've wantedyou."
"That's whatyouthink," he said with the kind of yearning thatI'dbeen feeling for weeks. And in that moment, I realized something.We had been smart to wait.
No,he'dbeen smart.
Smartandsexy.
But if I had to wait any longer, I was pretty sure I'd go insane.
Happily, I didn't have to. With strong, tender hands, Drake unzipped the back of my dress and started nudging it downward.
My bra was strapless and red, just like my panties. When my dress hit the floor, I stepped eagerly out of it, wearing only my undergarments and high red heels.
As for Drake, he wore nothing above his waist. If I weren't so eager, I might've taken the time to stare to my heart's content ashestared at me with a look of such tenderness, it made my heart go all gooey with something more than desire.
Love.
Sothiswas what it felt like, to fall hard and fast, and to act on those feelings regardless of the danger – not to my physical being, but to my heart.
When Drake swooped me up into his arms, I gave a breathless squeal that turned to a different kind of breathlessness as he carried me through the open door of the bedroom and tossed me playfully onto the bed, which was already turned down for the night.
The sheets were crisp and cool. My body was warm and eager. And Drake was everything I had imagined as he joined me on the bed. With frantic eagerness, we tugged at each other's remaining clothing until both of us were naked at last.
I felt his lips on my nipples, and his hands on my hips. Soon, it was all a breathless blur – a crazy wonderful blur of kissing and caressing and the feel of skin on skin.
Somehow, he'd managed to extract the packet with the condom before I'd flung his trousers to who-knows-where. Now, as he ripped open the packet, I snatched it out of his hands and did the honors myself – sheathing his massive erection in the protection he provided before guiding him to my slick opening and giving a moan of breathless satisfaction as he sheathed himself inside me.
Finally, we rode together in a tangle of sheets and frantic desire, rolling and moving with our passion – sometimes with me on top and sometimes with him on me – and sometimes side-to-side. When we climaxed at nearly the same time, I felt my whole body go limp with a bliss I'd never known.
I felt sated and breathless – and just a little bit dizzy.
It wasn't the champagne. It washim.
If I hadmyway, I decided, I wouldneverlet him go.
