Naughty Little Wishes (Birthday Dare) (12 page)

“I wasn’t sure how you’d take it.” She trailed her tongue over her bottom lip and arched her back.

He curved his hands around her breasts and her pink nipples beaded. He raised her breasts higher, pushed them together, and lashed over her nipples with his tongue. Tab’s breathing grew unsteady. She whimpered as he sucked one into his mouth and squeezed the other between his fingers.

Reaching between them, he unfastened the rivet closure and zipper of her shorts to slip his fingers past lace. He trailed along her cleft and sank in, rubbing her clit with shallow strokes. Tab’s hips bucked against his hand and she rose higher on her toes. “Drew…please.”

He drove in deeper until her pussy gripped his fingers. Beautiful. Wet. Fuckable.
His
.

Head thrown back, eyes closed, Tab caught the rhythm of his thrusts. “Yes…yes…like that.” Scarlet coloring rose up Tab’s throat. He leaned in, nipping and sucking the delicate skin into his mouth. Gentle flutters became clenching pulses around his fingers. The musk of sexual arousal wafted into his nostrils. His heart pounded and his cock ached in anticipation of all that incredible silky heat. Tab rocked her hips faster with her cries growing louder as she rode her way to pleasure on her fingers. Her orgasm settled. No longer able to wait, he untied her hands, picked her straight up, and carried her to the bed.

He laid her down, toed off his shoes, and tore at his clothing. Still relaxed and slumberous from her orgasm, she treated him to a torturous strip tease of peeling off her shirt and slipping her shorts and lace panties down her legs. His gaze locked on the slow glide of her hands over her breasts and down her belly. She bent her legs and put her feet on the bed, knees open, and his lungs hijacked the air inside of his chest as she slid two of her fingers into her sex. While she pleasured herself, she glided her other hand back up to her breast, feathered her dusky nipple with her fingers, and then pinched the tight, turgid peak. She looked hungrily up at him from underneath her lashes before her eyes fluttered closed with a low moan. She was a woman who knew her body, knew what she liked, and that turned him on even more.

He crawled between her legs to sweep his palms from knee to inner thigh. “Damn, you look fucking beautiful doing that.” He didn’t realize he’d spoken the words aloud until Tab stopped stroking herself and removed her fingers.

He looked up, and she lifted her arms, reaching out for him. “But, I’d rather have you.”

Her low, husky voice was like a tug, and his balls tightened in anticipation. She was so responsive, so sexy, and so open, thinking of all the possibilities broke him out in sweat.

“Tell me what you want.”

Tab hesitated, opened her mouth as if to say something, then sunk her teeth into her bottom lip.

“No way, Tab. You’ve never held back. Don’t start now.” Not in the only place they seem to find common ground.

“My purse.” He followed her gaze to where it lay on the other side of the bed. “Inside pocket.”

…

Hard core whips and bondage weren’t her thing, but sex as a main dish with a little erotic thrill on the side was.

Drew went to her purse and found the lipstick vibe. “Is this what you want?”

She nodded.

He stared at the vibe, then her, and his cock swelled between his legs. As he crawled onto the bed beside her, vibe and condom in hand, her whole body flushed with a rush of longing.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

She looked up into his gaze. It wasn’t a throwaway question. He never went halfway. If she surrendered to him, the single-mindedness he applied to everything in his life would now be focused completely on her. The dawn of realization spread tingles through her chest. Any other time she’d push and try to persuade him her way, but here, this moment she needed to let him take control. “Yes, I do.”

“Keep your hands above your head.”

“You could tie me back up.”

He knelt between her legs, and laid the vibe and condom to the side. “Later. Right now, lie back and enjoy it.”

She lay back on the pillows, quivers in her belly as he smoothed palms up her legs from knees to inner thighs and glided to his destination. He lightly stroked his thumbs up her slit and delicious warmth flowed through her. Moaning, she sunk her head into the pillows and lifted her hips into his hands. He stroked her again, this time with a little more pressure breaching her slickened inner flesh and flicking the pad of his thumb over her clit.

“Feel good?” he asked huskily.

A hard shudder moved through Tab and she curled her toes into the mattress, her sighs hovering in her throat. “Yes,” she whispered.

He reached beside him, and her mouth dried out in hearing the purr of the vibrator. He glided it along her inner thigh. Every nerve ending awakened. He stroked the vibe and his hand over and around her thighs but avoided the place she wanted touched the most. He moved the vibe closer, running it softly along the cleft of her sex, and she clutched the pillow and moaned. Each soft stroke stole air from her lungs. All she could take in were shallow breaths. Drew sank the vibe deeper and grazed her clit. Electric-like tingles of ecstasy jolted through her. He repeated the sensual torture again and again until she cried out, clutching the pillow as she writhed on the mattress.

So good, too wonderful, she’d die before he was done. One hard shudder of pleasure arched her body from the bed and she put her hands down, clutching the sheets. Drew took the vibrator away.

“No…don’t stop,” she groaned.

His soft chuckle warmed her skin, and he kissed her inner thigh. “Lift. Your. Hands.”

She met his gaze and the lust in his eyes heightened her need. She lifted her arms and tightly curled her fingers into the pillow, turned on even more by the command in his voice.

Drew switched on the toy and teased her flesh with quick buzzing pulses, and she fought to keep her hands in place. He added to the sensual torture, stroking his fingers into her before she lost all control. She arched her hips, meeting his thrusts, lost to the orgasm that was taking over. Her thighs shook, her belly quivered, heat blazed over skin as it hit her hard.

“Fuck.” Drew turned off the vibe, held her open, and plunged his tongue inside of her.

Spasms bordering on pleasure and pain tugged through her middle. “No…no more…please, I can’t,” she begged, squeezing her thighs around his head.

He grunted unintelligibly, took hold of her hips, but gentled to slow, long laps with his tongue. “Please baby, I need a little more.”

Sated on an erotic high of sensation, she willed herself to breathe as his soft, warm tongue stroked her. No man in her life had given her so much in bed. Drew moved away to put on the condom. He moved over her and on the way up he paused to lave and suck at her nipples. Every tug of his lips shot to her core. She gripped his head, battling between wanting him there, filling her aching sex.

He stretched over her, claimed her mouth, and drove in deep. They sighed and moaned together. “I want to give you more,” he rasped out. “But I need you hard and fast.”

The way she wanted. “Do it.” She wrapped her legs high on his waist as he molded his hands to her ass and drove into her, skin slapping against skin.

“So good…so tight.” Drew’s muscles tightened and he grew rigid, groaning as he found release.

Tab met him there, lifting her hips, giving him all he demanded, willing to give him more.

Later, she lay with him, drowsy and content, Drew spooned against her back. She soaked in his warmth and reveled in his strong arms wrapped around her.
Miami in the morning.
Why did she have to go?

The rumbling of a truck filtered in from outside and she sat up. “Oh shit.” She’d almost forgotten.

Drew’s brow lowered with a wary look. “Who’s outside?”

She slipped out of his grasp and got dressed. So much for the plan and having a few days to come up with her great excuse, but it was just a small change. He wouldn’t mind. Right?

Tab averted her gaze and focused on buttoning the white shirt. “You see, there’s this shelter downtown that provides interview clothes to people who can’t afford to buy them. I thought it would be a great place to donate some of your ties…and shirts.” She peeped from under her lashes. “And maybe a few suits, but I bought replacements. They may still need a little more tailoring. I used one of your suits as a guide for the measurements.”

Drew’s face remained expressionless.

She fumbled the next button as her heart bumped hard against her ribcage. Oh no. She’d blown it.

He finally chuckled. “You don’t give up, do you?” His bare chest rose and fell with a long breath as he lay, staring at the ceiling. “I’ll do it on one condition. After this, you let it go for the rest of the week.”

Not mad. Yes!
She jumped on the bed, straddled Drew, and peppered him with kisses. “Deal. You won’t regret it.”

He cupped her face. “I mean it, Tab. Let this be enough for now. We’re not going discuss this or deal with anything else that will interfere with our weekend.”

The doorbell rang.

“Tab…” He brought them nose-to-nose and his hazel brown gaze held hers.

“Promise.” She smacked a loud kiss to his lips, hopped off the bed, and ran out of the bedroom. It wasn’t a whole closet, but he’d made a start. This could open the door to more changes…and a reason for more long weekends in the future.

Chapter Eighteen

Half asleep, Tab buried deeper in the pillows.
Rain
. The one thing she didn’t need to deal with on her drive. Maybe it would stop before morning.
Ugh.
Did she have to leave? Yeah, she had a job to do. A souvenir for the road might help cheer her up, though. She should convince Drew to make whole-grain pancakes for breakfast. He could eat them and she could lick syrup off his abs.

Smiling, she shifted closer to the middle of the bed, expecting his warmth. As she became fully awake, she sat up and brushed her bangs from her eyes. Not rain, the shower. Why was Drew taking one in the middle of the night? Had he slipped out of bed for a workout? He’d done it before when he couldn’t sleep. She lay back down and waited, listening to the steady drone of water on tile.

She could go in there. He wouldn’t mind. Unlike in the past with her other boyfriends, she’d quickly gotten over her inhibitions about sharing bathroom space. She could easily imagine doing her hair and makeup while he shaved wearing nothing but a towel. It amazed her how doing simple everyday tasks with him like fixing a meal, cleaning up the kitchen, or tucking in the sheets on the bed felt so…
right.

Minutes stretched, and concern mounted. Tab got up and tugged down her blue slip. She knocked on the bathroom door. “Drew, are you okay?”

Answering silence brought up a myriad of scenarios, none of them good. She went inside. Steam billowed, then cleared. Drew stood under the wide shower, head down, one hand braced on the chocolate colored tiles. Hot water sprayed over his muscular back, his skin an angry red, but he remained unmoved.

“Drew, what’s wrong?” She hurried past the glass block wall and turned the water to a cooler setting.

His shoulders flexed and muscles tightened under her palm. Violent shudders vibrated into her hand with his ragged breaths. She wrapped her arms around his waist, and his chest heaved as if he were in pain.

“It’s okay. I’m right here. I won’t let go.” Dampness and heat soaked into her slip but she held him tighter. Awful, tormented sounds he wouldn’t let completely out echoed. Tears flowed from her eyes and joined the water streaming down her face. Her heart broke for him. If only she could take away what tore him apart.

Minutes passed, and she started to shiver. Drew pushed away from the wall. He turned off the shower and took her in his arms. Water ran down the drain, and the solid beat of his heart filled her ears.

“Fuck. You don’t deserve this.” He laid his cheek on top of her head. “Dealing with my shit wasn’t part of the deal.”

“I don’t care about the deal.” She pressed her lips to the middle of his chest and leaned back to look at him. Emotions clogged her throat. “You’re what matters. I don’t want you to be in pain.”

He laughed bitterly. His wet, spiky lashes blinked rapidly against his cheeks. “I deserve to hurt. I’m the one who ruined someone’s life.”

Tab wanted to yell and shake sense into him. “No, you don’t deserve pain. No one deserves pain.”

She took his hand and turned to walk out of the shower, but he tugged her back and spun her around to face him. “Like that? I tell you I ruined someone’s life, and because you choose to ignore the truth, I’m supposed to agree and blow it off like it doesn’t matter?” A stubborn, angry expression locked his features in place. At least he no longer looked as if he carried the sins of the entire world on his shoulders.

She swiped damp hair from her eyes and poked her finger against his chest. “Yeah, like that, and not because I’m ignoring the truth. I’m sure you’re doing a great job of that all by yourself because you’re too damn stubborn to consider anything but it being your fault.”

“A woman almost died because of what I did. How else am I supposed to see it?”

“But Shana’s not dead and neither are you! It was an accident.” Her words sat in silence.

His nose narrowed with a sucked in breath as he raked his fingers back through his hair. “Who told you about it?”

“Does it matter?”

“Yes. You don’t know the full story.”

Tab walked out the shower and came back with two blue towels. She pushed one against his chest, and he barely caught it before she let go. “Then tell me about it, and don’t you dare say no or push me away. I said I was here for you, and I meant it. Nothing you say can change that.”

She went back to the bedroom, dried off, and put on one of his shirts. Hopeless desperation stirred in her belly as she sat cross-legged on the bed, drying her hair. He had to talk about it. He couldn’t do this to himself anymore. He had to see past the guilt.

Drew came out the bathroom, found a pair of sweatpants in the dresser, and put them on. He sat on the bed, rested his elbows on his knees, and stared at the floor. “Are you sure you want to hear this?”