Forgive Me (Callaway Book 2) (15 page)

Amanda had no idea how she managed to make it through dinner without making a fool of herself. Her whole body was still on fire, demanding release she knew Drew wouldn't give her, not that night. She was relieved when Drew gave her the physical distance she needed to bring her body down from the high he'd given her. He might not have provided the release she needed, but he knew what she needed better than anyone.

She was halfway through making dinner when she remembered she hadn't told him about her meeting with Owen today. "Oh, I almost forgot, Owen came by the diner today." She looked up at him and smiled when she saw his jaw locked tight.

"What did he want?" he asked through gritted teeth, obviously not liking Owen spending time with her. She should've been annoyed by his little jealous streak, but she wasn't. She loved that about him.

"He's looking into changing up the appetizer menu at the bar, and he asked me if I would look into creating a new menu." She still couldn't wrap her head around what Owen had offered her. She hadn't expected that from him, but she would be lying if she said it hadn't felt really good to be asked.

He stayed quiet for a few seconds, and she wondered what was going through his head. "Would you be working at the bar?" he finally asked, sounding more concerned than annoyed.

She shook her head. "No, I told him I would look at the menu, make suggestions and train his staff."

She saw relief flash across his face. "That's great. He could use you, that's for damn sure." He walked over to where she stood and pulled her in to him, pressing every inch of their bodies together as he hugged her and kissed the top of her head.

"I got two more offers to cater private parties after people heard I was doing Cole and Jamie's wedding, too," she told him, her cheek pressed against his heart.

He slowly pulled himself away from her as he talked. "I'm not surprised, you're a great chef."

It was past eleven when they finished cleaning up from dinner, and she recognized the signs that Drew was about to call it a night and head home. She didn't want him to leave, though; she wanted him to stay and lie down with her. The entire evening had been fantastic and if not wanting it to end made her greedy, she didn't care.

Drew was leaning against the back door drinking the rest of his beer when he looked at her. "I should go."

She stared down at the floor before glancing back at him. She was hit by how hesitant he seemed about leaving, like maybe he wanted her to ask him to stay, so she did. "You could stay the night."

He smiled at her like she had just given him the best gift possible. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," was all she said before he closed the distance between them and kissed her fast and hard. When he pulled away, she grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom. They didn't speak, and she was thankful because she wasn't sure she knew what to say. When they reached her bedroom, she walked to her dresser and took out one of his old T-shirts from high school that she wore to bed. He smiled at her when he saw it in her hands, making her blush like a school girl.

"Remind me to let you steal a shirt from
this
decade," he told her as he stripped off his shirt. No matter how many times she saw him shirtless, she never got over how flawless his body was. Toned and defined by hard work, tanned by the sun, he was perfection to her. "Fuck, Amanda, don't look at me like that."

"It's not my fault you look like that. God, your body is perfect," she replied shyly.

"Get into bed, Amanda." She looked at him and when she saw how close he was to losing his control, she didn't argue. She took off her shirt, letting it drop to the floor before sliding her jeans down her legs and kicking them off. When she took off her bra, she heard a series of curses coming from Drew. She slipped on his shirt as fast as she could before sliding under the covers.

She watched as he took off his jeans, mumbling to himself and making her smile. When he finally stood in front of her in nothing but tight, black boxer briefs, her breath caught in her lungs. He was magnificent and hard—
everywhere
. He shook his head like he was trying to clear his thoughts before he climbed into bed with her.

He settled on his back and pulled her over to him so her cheek lay on his chest, over his heart. His arm pressed against her lower back with his hand on her ass, holding her close. When she kissed his chest, his fingers dug in to her ass. "I'm hanging by a thread here, Amanda. I just saw you strip yourself naked, and I know what's under my shirt right now. Close your eyes and sleep before I do something about how hard I am for you right now."

Drew hadn't slept that well in ages. With Amanda pressed against him all night, he drifted off to a deep sleep with ease. He knew when she was woke by the way her breathing had changed, but she wasn't moving. He wasn't going to be the one responsible for losing the feel of her warm body pressed against his. The previous night had been one of the hardest of his life, watching her strip in front of him, exposing that soft body of hers before covering it up with one of his old T-shirts.

In the morning light, he knew he'd made the right choice by not making love to her the night before, but he also realized he couldn't hold off much longer. The need to claim that part of her was beyond anything he'd ever felt. She shifted her body beside his and he could practically hear the wheels turning in her head, but he kept his eyes closed, pretending to be asleep. When she carefully lifted the arm she had on his chest and lowered herself down, his whole body went tight, anticipating what she was about to do.

Her hand teased the edge of his boxers. When he felt her fingers trail down his hard cock, he hissed a breath. Pretending to be asleep wasn't an option anymore. "What are you doing?"

"Something I've always wanted to do." Her husky voice did nothing to temper the need building inside of him. His whole body tensed when she lowered his underwear, freeing his hard cock.

"Mandy…." She looked at him when he said her name in a plea to put him out of his misery. She smiled at him, and the next thing he knew, she wrapped her mouth around his cock and took him as deep as she could. The shock of her taking him in her mouth with no teasing was enough to make his balls tighten and his spine jerk. "Fuck…you feeling greedy, baby?"

She nodded and started sucking him like she was starving. He grabbed her hair in his hand, desperate to see her face as she brought him to the best orgasm of his life. She twisted her body so she could stare into his eyes as she sucked him deeper into her mouth every time she came back down. Looking into her eyes as she sucked him was one of the most erotic experiences of his life.

She grabbed his balls with one hand and squeezed lightly, gauging his responses. No one had ever taken the time to see what he liked, and damn if watching her wanting to please him wasn't driving him higher. "Squeeze them a little harder. Oh, fuck yes…. Fuck, I'm not going to last."

When she wrapped her other hand around the base of his cock and started sucking him faster, still squeezing his balls, he felt his release taking over. "I'm going to come. Pull away," he pleaded, but she wasn't having any of it. With one more squeeze, he was gone. "Fuck!" His release hit him so hard he saw stars, and the little minx still wasn't letting him go. She kept sucking until she drained every drop out of him.

Finally, she released his cock and wiped her mouth, looking as sexy as she had ever been. "I've wanted to do that for days." It felt so good to have that part of herself out in the open, and to know she could satisfy him like that made her feel alive.

"You can do that anytime you want," he told her, pulling her up on top of his body, desperate to get his own fill of her.

"Don't give me that look. I have to get ready for work," she told him, kissing him softly.

"I want my turn." He was dying to bury his face in her pussy, desperate to have her come while screaming his name. He didn't give her a chance to say no. He took the edge of her shirt and lifted it off her head, exposing her breasts to him. She was so beautiful, and she was all his. He kept his eyes on her as he grabbed the side of her panties and pulled hard with one tug. She gasped, and the next thing he knew, she was laughing, her head thrown back, naked on top of him.

"Climb up," he told her, his hands on her breasts, playing with her nipples.

"What?" she asked, her voice drowsy with pleasure as he pinched her nipples and massaged her breasts.

"You're going to ride my face. Now, climb up." He slapped her ass one time, loving how she rocked her body on his chest. She was desperate for relief, and he was aching to give it to her. When she didn't move, he thought he was going to have to haul her up. Then she surprised him when she put her hands on his shoulders and lifted her body until she straddled his face, her hands braced on the wall.

She was so wet, and he couldn't hold back. He lapped his tongue over her wet lips and when she jerked, he grabbed her hips with his hands and held her down in place. "You're going to come on my face, Amanda. I need it," he told her before circling her clit with his tongue, grazing his teeth over her.

"God, Drew, please." He loved listening to her beg, and he gave her more. When she screamed his name again, he lost it. He fucked her with his mouth, eating her pussy like he couldn't get enough, and he couldn't. She tasted so sweet, and he wanted more. He focused his tongue on her clit with small circles, and she started grinding her hips.

"Drew. I'm going to come. Keep doing that." Shit, he couldn't stop even if he wanted to. He kept at it and felt her whole body tense. With one more lick, she came apart for him, thrashing her hips side to side, screaming his name.

He kept licking her pussy, slowly bringing her back down from the high she was experiencing until she moved down his body, surprising him when she bent forward and kissed him. There was something so damn erotic about the mix of their tastes in that kiss. She leaned her forehead on his, her face flushed and relaxed. "Can we do that again?" she asked with a big smile on her face.

He said the only thing he could: "I love you."

Chapter Eight

Two days before
the reception dinner for his brother's wedding, Drew thought he might go crazy. He hadn't seen Amanda for more than an hour in days, and he wasn't having any of it. He called one of the top new restaurants in town and made reservations at a hotel for the night. They might not be able to get away from their lives around town, but he would make sure they got to be just the two of them, at least for one night. Booking the hotel for the night had been a risky move on his end, but he also knew they were both ready to take their relationship to the next level. If he were being honest, he craved her so much it was keeping him up at night.

When he stopped by Abby's apartment to grab the overnight bag she'd managed to pack for Amanda, he had been shocked to see his brother in Abby's living room, looking like he was ready to kill someone. The tears on Abby's face hadn't gone unnoticed, but he knew his brother, and the look on John's face told him not to push it. But he also knew his brother would never willingly hurt Abby, so there was more going on than he could see. He didn't know what it was, but his gut told him whatever was making Abby cry, it was just the beginning. It was clear the girl had secrets; he just didn't know what kind of secrets they would have to deal with.

When he pulled into Amanda's driveway and saw her watering her newly planted garden, he found himself smiling at the image of him coming home to her, with their kids running out the door. He wanted those things with her more than he'd ever wanted anything in his life, and seeing her planting roots warmed his heart about the possibilities of their future together.

She turned around when he put his truck in park, and the smile she gave him took his breath away. She was so beautiful, standing there in a red sundress with her hair flowing around her shoulders. In that moment, any doubts he had about her reaction to the hotel room disappeared; he knew this was the right time for them.

"Hey, baby." He smiled when she met him at his truck. He never got tired of her calling him 'baby.' There was something so grounding about hearing those words from her lips, something that calmed the beast that had been chasing him for years.

He grabbed her by the waist and lifted her off the ground before spinning her around and kissing her like he couldn't get enough. The simple truth was he couldn't. "You look beautiful," he told her as she dropped her forehead on his.

"You didn't tell me where we're going so I didn't know what to wear. Is this okay?" she asked, twisting a piece of hair around her finger, a tell she was nervous.

"It's perfect. You look gorgeous." And she really did. She had just enough makeup to accentuate her natural beauty. He lowered her to the ground and felt her eyes on him, eating him up. She bit her lower lip and yeah, he was fucking happy he'd opted for darker jeans and a black button-down shirt. Although, if she kept looking at him like that, he wasn't sure they would make it further than her front porch.