Somewhere in Between (Madison Square #1) (21 page)

“I want this. Oh God, I want you, Drew,” I said breathlessly.

I felt him smile against my neck as he picked up the pace. He kissed my neck and down my shoulder, his fingers bringing me closer to the edge. The tension built and built as I braced myself for the explosion that was coming.

He bit down on my shoulder and I detonated. My orgasm rocketed through me as I cried out. My breathing turned into sharp, loud gasps as he continued, prolonging the intense pleasure that threatened to consume me.

I was still riding the high of my orgasm when he pulled his fingers from me and turned my body, pressing me back against the wall. He brought his lips back to mine, kissing me deeply and wrapping his fingers tightly into my hair. He held me close as he took control. His lips were firm, almost bruising. His kisses went from a sweet caress to a punishing assault, then back again. I couldn’t get enough.

I was only in my bra and panties, but there was still too much between us. I wanted to be closer. I wanted to feel his chest pressed to mine, skin against skin. As if reading my mind, he reached behind my back and unclasped my bra, tossing it somewhere over his shoulder as I giggled against his lips.

He thrust his fingers back into my hair as he worked his tongue against mine with an almost musical rhythm. Every inch of his gorgeous body was pressed against me. The buckle on his belt, which was cold at first, was quickly warming from my body heat. The rough fabric of his jeans scrapped against the over sensitive flesh of my thighs as he thrust himself against me. I could feel the hard line of him against my stomach and my fingers itched to touch him. I reached down, starting to undo his belt when he stopped. I froze, gripping his hips before he could pull his body away.

“Please don’t stop,” I begged, breathing heavily, searching his eyes for any shred of doubt, but I found nothing.

He smiled, stepping back and pulling me toward him. “I wasn’t planning on it,” he said against my lips as he walked me back toward his bedroom.

He laid me on the bed and stood in front of me, taking in the entire view of my naked body except for the fragile black lace of my panties. He undid his belt and slipped his pants slowly down his legs.

I sat up on my elbows to get the full picture of the incredibly gorgeous man that I loved as he stood naked at the end of the bed. My eyes widened as I took all of him in, every single delicious inch. He chuckled at my response, a smile playing on his lips. He reached for a condom from the nightstand.

He slowly crawled onto the bed and up my body as he planted a trail of hot wet kisses from my belly button all the way back to my lips.

“Told you it was big,” he said, smiling against my mouth.

I laughed and tugged hard on his hair. “Cocky bastard.”

He laughed and I pulled him closer, kissing him fiercely. I loved the way we could still be playful. It made me want him even more, with every cell of my body. I didn’t care if there were consequences later. This night, him wanting me was more than worth it.

He handed me the foil packet and I tore it open quickly. He laughed as I hastily pulled the condom out and wrapped my fingers around him. He groaned, swallowed hard, and threw his head back.

I decided to slow down a bit and take my time touching him. First, with just my fingertips, enjoying every little needy, gasping sound he made. He growled and thrust into my hand to urge me further on, but I kept right on teasing him with the gentlest touch. I slid the condom on slowly, gripping him firmly as my hand slid down his entire length. I smiled at the tortured moan that escaped his throat, loving the fact that I was the one making him feel this way.

When I was done, he grabbed my wrist and pinned them to my sides quickly, parting my legs with his knee. He settled between my thighs. I could feel how ready he was against my leg.

“That was almost cruel,” he growled, his eyes full of fire as he stared down at me.

I leaned forward, nipping at his bottom lip. “So? What are you gonna do about it?”

He leaned down, his lips grazing my ear as he said, “I’m going to make you beg.”

He leaned back and met my eyes. Challenge accepted.

Drew shot me a wicked smile and ran his hand along my hip, pulling the black lace thong down my thighs slowly, making me wish I had just gone commando today, but two can play at this game.

I reached down and squeezed his ass, digging my fingernails into his warm, hard flesh. With a grunt, he pushed his fingers through the lace, the delicate fabric shredding in his hands as he ripped it from my body. I gasped when the elastic bit into my hip as it tore. A victorious smile played on my lips as I met his eyes.

A deep growl resonated in his throat. That sound was the sexiest thing I had ever heard. My body reacted, my back arching and my leg spreading wider, ready for him.

He smiled and leaned in slowly, his eyes focused on my mouth. I lifted my head to kiss him, but he stopped, his lips only a breath away from mine. I leaned forward, but he moved back, keeping those delicious lips just barely out of reach. I narrowed my eyes at him and leaned in again, but he was quick and moved away before I could reach him.

He was close, so close I could feel his breath, but he refused to kiss me, refused to give me what I wanted. He didn’t move an inch. He just whispered, “What’s the matter, Red?”

He shifted so I could feel him pressing against my entrance. I whimpered.

“Frustrated?” he said with an evil grin. He began moving his hips in small, slow, teasing circles. I thrust my hips up, but he pushed me back down. “You’re gonna have to beg for it,” he said as he ran his nose down my jaw and pressed a kiss to where my pulse beat wildly in my throat.

I swallowed thickly as his tongue flicked out just to taste the soft skin of my neck. He thrust his hips, dragging the head of his cock across my clit. I cried out. I ached for him. I needed to feel him inside me.

I reached for him, but he grabbed my arm, brought it to his mouth, and pressed a small kiss on the inside of my wrist. He was not playing fair and I was quickly losing my resolve.

He leaned down, sucking my nipple into his mouth. His teeth nipped and played as he thrust his hips, rubbing himself against me.

“Fuck,” I cried, unable to restrain myself anymore.

He released my nipple with a loud smack of his lips. “What was that?” he asked. His eyes were smug. He already knew he had won.

“Fuck me,” I whispered, lifting my head to kiss him. He pulled away again and I let out a frustrated growl.

“Say please,” he said, leaning forward and brushing his lips against mine. The contact made my body sing and I wrapped my arms around his neck before he could pull away, kissing him hard as he pressed me down into the mattress.

“Say it, Red,” he said as he broke the kiss. I tried to pull him down to me, but he resisted.

“Please,” I caved.

“Please what?” he asked as a smile spread wide across his beautiful face.

I looked up into his gorgeous blue eyes. I saw my desire and want reflected there, but behind that was a pure joy.

This felt like so much more than just sex. I was suddenly overwhelmed by my love for him. Sex wasn’t going to be enough. I wanted him to love me. So, instead of begging him to fuck me, I whispered, “Please make love to me.”

I softly brushed my lips against his and felt his body tighten, then quickly relax again like he had been holding something back. He gave in, kissing me fiercely.

His kiss became more urgent, his lips crashing down on mine, his tongue pushing into my mouth forcefully and hungrily. He shifted and thrust himself hard into me and stilled. Drew swallowed my shocked cry, then broke the kiss, pressing his forehead to mine as he gasped, trying to regain his control.

I felt so full, so connected with him inside me, but I was desperate for him to move. I hooked my leg over his hip, begging for some kind of friction. He smiled as he took the hint and slowly pulled out, only to thrust back into me again.

He sped up, moving into me at a delicious pace, swallowing all of my sounds with his lips. I gripped his arms, the muscles strained as he held himself above me. I could feel the tension building low in my stomach. I rocked my hips up to meet his every thrust. He pushed in further, deeper as I cried out for more.

He felt so much better than anything I could’ve dreamed. He knew all of my secrets. He knew, just on instinct, what I wanted and what I needed. He played my body like a piano, coaxing flat, deep moans or sharp high pitch cries from me as he played.

He brought his knees up under my hips. The change in position had me seeing stars as he thrust into me, pushing me further and further toward the edge. I couldn’t control the sounds I was making. This was the most intense, passionate sex I’d ever had.

Drew pushed into me hard, picking up the pace. His low grunts mixed with my sharp cries and the slapping of skin where our bodies came together. My release was so close, I could reach out and touch it.

“Come for me, Red,” he growled.

And I lost it. My orgasm shot through me, racing through my veins, causing my body to jerk and my muscles to shake. He kept going, wringing every last tremor of pleasure from my body as I gasped for air. Just when I didn’t think I could take anymore, he thrust in hard and stilled, grunting my name as he came with a final jerk.

We were both drenched in sweat and gasping for breath. He pressed a soft kiss to my lips and slipped from my body. He rid himself of the condom and collapsed to his back.

I understood what he’d meant when he’d said, “There was no going back.” Things wouldn’t be like it used to be. I didn’t know what this meant for us, but I knew, for sure, friendship was no longer an option.

We lay there for a while, catching our breath and silently freaking out. I just had sex with Drew. What we just did was on a loop in my head as I stared at the ceiling. We weren’t drunk, I wasn’t asleep. This really happened.

I turned to look at Drew, dying to know what he was thinking. His eyes were closed, but he was smiling. He rolled over to face me, bringing a hand to my cheek and pressing his forehead to mine with a sigh. “I won’t ever be able to stop this,” he whispered.

“Then don’t,” I said as I kissed him and pulled him over me.

After a while, my voice was hoarse and my body was spent. I had never in my life felt this satisfied or relaxed. Drew placed a soft, lingering kiss on my lips and I smiled. I was struck completely dumb. I came over here worried about something, but that all vanished when he kissed me.

He pulled away. “You hungry?” he asked, getting up from the bed and pulling on his jeans. “I’m going to order some food.” He didn’t wait for my answer. He just walked out into the living room.

***

Just as my stomach started to growl, there was a knock on the door. Drew threw on some shorts and went to get the food. Realizing that I had nothing else to put on, I slipped his shirt over my head and settled down on the bed.

He came back with a pizza and two beers. I dug into the pizza as he searched for a movie. Things felt easy between us again, like the tension from the past few weeks just lifted away. I still had no idea where we stood, but I was determined not to ruin this incredible euphoric feeling swelling within my chest.

When the pizza was gone, I curled up next to him with my head on his chest as he wrapped me in his arms.

“I’m glad I came,” I said, absently tracing circles on his chest with my fingers.

“A few times.” He chuckled.

I quickly pinched his nipple and twisted. He cried out and grabbed my hand.

“Not what I meant.”

“I know.” He pressed a kiss to my knuckles and down my wrist.

“I was afraid you were giving up on me, that you were letting me go.”

Drew put a hand to my cheek and softly kissed my lips. “You silly girl,” he said. “I told you, you’re stuck with me.”

He kissed me again, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. I pulled away and rested my head back on his chest, letting out a contented sigh.

I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I knew, light was streaming in through the windows. I reluctantly opened my eyes. Drew was asleep beside me, his bare chest moving with his steady breathing. I couldn’t help but smile to myself.

He was beautiful. I was so lost in the man. I’ve loved him for so much longer than I realized. He was sweet and caring, funny and so incredibly thoughtful. He was everything to me. He saved me when I thought I would be alone forever. He gave me someone to belong to.

Even though we were just friends, I always felt like I’d belonged to him. It amazed me how quickly everything had changed. I would never be able to look at him the same way. He was under my skin in a way no man has ever been.

His phone buzzed on the nightstand, breaking me out of my daydream. He stirred and reached for it to read the text. He smiled and typed a quick response before setting it back on the night stand. Drew reached for me, kissing me softly.

“Good morning,” he said against my lips. I grinned at him.

“It sure is,” I said.

He pulled me beneath him, nibbled on my ear, and slipped his hand beneath the shirt I was wearing, the one from his room. “So, Millie wants us to come to brunch.” He kissed down my neck.