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“More,” I demanded breathily.

His clever fingers found my slit, exploring delicately, slicking my moisture around my clit. Still, it wasn’t enough.

Done with patience, I reached for his cock. He hissed as my grip tightened. “Too much?”

“Never enough. I want to be inside you. But not before you come.”

“I’m close. I never took you for a tease, Fenwick.”

“Honey, that’s where you’re wrong. I could go on like this forever. Tasting you. Touching you.” He stroked, swirling and pressing ruthlessly at my clit.

“Even the tortoise finishes, Drew,” I burst out, hanging on to the last vestiges of my control.

“Come for me.” His soft demand, accompanied by this delicate touch sent me over the edge, cascading lights flashing behind my lids as I sank into my orgasm, relishing every shudder. When my body quieted, I reached for him, twining my hands around his neck.

“Come for me.”

He thrust forward, the force of his penetration shoving me forward, tilting my pelvis until our groins connected, applying fresh pressure to my clit. Heat pooled, every muscle tightening like razor wire as Drew pinned me to the bed, his hips working furiously in time with mine to take us both to the edge.

He held my gaze, our hands clasped above my head as he pushed home one final time, my heart melting at the flash of tenderness that contorted his features. The primitive need to claim and be claimed rushed over me, wrenching another orgasm from my body as his guttural shout of satisfaction announced his own release. My inner muscles rippled in the aftermath. Like I didn’t want to let him go.

A fissure opened in my chest. Drew would be within his rights to gloat after tonight. He’d darn near made me forget all my names. But he slipped to the bed beside me, gathering me close, raining tiny kisses across my face and shoulders.

“Honey, you’re always beautiful, but right now you are the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.”

Puffy mouth. Messy hair. Flushed cheeks. Sure, I was gorgeous.

As if he could read my thoughts, his eyes glittered. “Mine.”

The raw possessiveness in his tone sent an answering primitive greed flooding me. “Just so you know, that goes both ways,” I warned.

He smirked, one dark brow raised rakishly. “Just the way I like it.” He dropped a kiss on my shoulder. “You’ll stay?”

I held his gaze, aware he was asking something else. Something I had no right to commit to, given Owen’s return.

“I’ll stay.”

“Perfect.” He gathered me into his arms, arranging us into an imitation of our positions the first time we’d slept together. “I may be an oldest sibling, but I’m not meant to share.”

Having him stake his claim so openly should have worried me. I didn’t want to drag Drew into my mess. But I was coming to rely on him. And a sneaky voice whispered that it was already far worse than that.

***

“Good morning.” Drew’s sleepy murmur roused me.

I surrendered to a deep exhale, stretching long, my thigh sliding between his. The sprinkle of hair on his shin rubbed gently over my calf as I extended, toes pointed, melting against his chest when he banded his arms around me.

A few muscles twinged, but overall, I felt blissfully relaxed. Good sleep will do that for you. Ditto good orgasms.

I’d never doubted Drew was good with his hands, butholy hell. The way he said “come for me” was going to give me thrills everytime I remembered last night. He took everything seriously. I shouldn’t have doubted my pleasure would be tops on his list.

“What’s got that cute little smile twisting up your mouth?” he asked, the honey in his tone making me think he already suspected.

“Carnal thoughts of you, to be honest.”

His soft growl, followed by his muttered, “that’s the way I like it,” sent fresh shivers cascading down my spine. “At least I’m not the only one with a one-track mind in this bed.”

“You can mark yourself safe from being called the only hornball in the room,” I teased.