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“Make love to me, Drew,” I pleaded, aware it was an answer of sorts.

Sex with Drew had been playful. Fun. Erotic. But the light in his eyes as he touched me was loving. Meaningful. Like the sealing of a promise.

He sipped my sighs, latching on to every moan with an urgency that fed my own.

We fumbled our way to the bedroom, kissing, stroking and teasing every few steps, turning the journey into a dance of seduction. I tumbled back on the bed, pulling him with me. He followed without breaking our kiss. I smiled against his mouth.

“What’s so funny?” he asked when we finally broke apart to catch our breath.

“I love us,” I panted out.

He froze, his brown eyes darkening. “Us? Any particular part of us?” he asked with a fake casualness as thin as rice paper.

I reached for his dick, encircling his girth. His eyes went hazy and unfocused. I landed him with a teasing smile. “I mean, if we’re picking favorites, I’ve got to admit this is a favorite bit.”

“What are you calling abit?” he gritted out.

He surged in my hand, seeming intent on proving there was nothing bitty about him.

“Drew, you’re distracting me, and I’m trying to compliment you,” I admonished.

“The fact that I’m distracting youisa compliment.” He grinned. “Let me do it some more.”

He dove forward, subjecting me to a rain of kisses that swiftly turned from teasing to slow. As if he needed the deliberate tempo to make his point. Each drag of his mouth against mine sent me deeper into the meditative space where I separated from my body, mingling my essence with his. Feeling us swirl together as our bodies continued to writhe, stroke and tempt.

Gasping in oxygen broke the spell enough for me to settle into my skin, aware of the burning heat between my thighs and how much I needed him inside me. I stroked him, his heavy girthfilling my hands. He ground against me, back arched, leaving me feeling all-powerful. A sorceress with her thrall.

“I want to fill you until you scream my name,” he rasped.

I released my hold on him. “Touch me.”

His fingers dug into my hips. One heartbeat. Two. He pried his hands away, shifting to explore my body more fully, filling his hands with my breasts. Sucking at my nipples. Tracing a path of fire along my body. Gently prying my thighs apart, not that it took much effort. I practically split myself in half, eager for his attention. Slick with moisture even before he touched me. He petted my mound at first, watching me for my reaction. I shifted restlessly under the soft touch.

“More.”

His thumbs traced my slit, parting my folds for his tongue. I arched beneath him, pulsing forward for the pressure I needed.

He mumbled something against my pussy. The words didn’t matter. The gentle rumble was enough to send me near the edge.

“I want you inside me.”

I gripped his hair, tugging gently when he seemed like he might ignore my demand. Seconds later, he perched above me, condom in place and a forearm to either side of me, holding my gaze. He probed my entrance, and I tilted, eager to take him.

My eyelids fluttered as he thrust forward, impaling me until I felt full to bursting with his length. Deliciously tight. So close. As if he sensed I needed it, he moved, shifting his weight and pulling away before pushing forward again. Rubbing just the right spot. I clawed the sheets beneath me, adding my hip thrusts to his. Tension gathered, making every muscle rigid as I drew closer to the edge.

“Mine,” he grunted.

His claim, his raw hunger, pushed me over the edge.

My orgasm came in a cascading rush, washing over me in undulating waves that drew me under, tumbled by sensation.My paroxysms pulled Drew in my wake. He grunted, collapsing half on top of me, his low purr of pleasure filling my ears.

Gingerly, he pulled back. Before I could fully register the loss, he swooped to kiss me, the tender brush enough to make me eager for round two.

He held my gaze, his features relaxed in something approaching awe. “For the record? I love you, Anya Rose. More than I thought possible.”

Anya Rose. The love and acceptance there shook me. But it shouldn’t have. Another man might have held my past against me. Made snide remarks. But Drew just embraced me. It was a rare and wonderful gift. One of the many things I loved about my oh-so-responsible, protective boyfriend.

“And also for the record? I love you, Drew Fenwick. But I always knew it was possible. That’s what made me so scared.”