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Seriously? Does this guy think I’m some kind of international shirt thief? “Of course you can have it back. I’m pretty sure walking out of here in nothing but your shirt and my panties will look even worse than me walking out in my bridesmaid dress.”
“Take it off, then.”
“What? Right now? You can’t wait like five minutes?”
“No. It’s my favorite shirt. Take it off. Now, Scarlet,” he demands. I’m about to call him out for being such a dick when I see the look in his dark eyes. It’s not a look that says he gives a shit about a shirt. It’s a look that says he gives a shit about what’s underneath the shirt. My body immediately responds to both the fire in his eyes and the command in his voice, and my lips tremble as I lick the last crumb of my croissant from them.
My pulse speeds up, and I squeeze my thighs together in response to the soft throb that now lives between them. Fuck. What is it about this guy that makes me act so out of character?
He raises one eyebrow at me, looking cool and calm while I quiver before him.
“Why is it,” I say quietly as I stand up, “that I behave like this when I’m with you? I’m usually a very respectable woman, you know.”
I unbutton the shirt with unsteady fingers, and he follows every move I make. “I’m sure you are. But isn’t this more fun?”
It’s not only fun, it’s scintillating. It’s like being on vacation from my real life, from being myself. I’m not sure I even like this guy, with his mood swings from hot to cold, but I definitely want him. I slide the soft cotton over my shoulder blades and walk slowly around the table, completely naked. Ignoring every instinct that tells me to be embarrassed, I hand him the shirt.His fingers brush mine as he takes it from me, then he tosses it to the floor.
My mouth drops open in mock horror. “I thought that was your favorite shirt?”
“I lied.” With a sharp jerk of my wrist, he pulls me onto his lap. Tugging my hair back with one hand, he slips the other straight between my thighs. I’d like to make him work for it, but my body has other ideas, and I’m already wet. I tip my head back, and he nips at my skin, running his teeth along my jawline and kissing my neck.
“Drake,” I gasp as he slides his fingers between my slick folds.
“You know there is no way you’re leaving this hotel room without getting fucked again, Scarlet, don’t you?”
I’m thrilled when I wriggle on his lap and feel how hard his cock is. “I hope not,” I moan as his fingers continue teasing me.
“So damn wet.” He pumps them in and out of me, the obscene sucking sound filling the room. My orgasm building, I wrap my arms around his neck and suck my bottom lip between my teeth.
“That’s it, mi rosa. Show me how much you want my fingers,” he says into my ear. “I’m going to make you come, then I’m going to spread you open on this table and bury myself inside you.”
His words make me clench against his probing fingers, and when he rubs the pad of his thumb over my swollen bud, my legs tremble.
“Oh, fu—Drake!” The orgasm washes over my body, drowning me in a wave of pleasure. He rubs the last of it from my body, then crushes his mouth possessively over mine. The man is a magician; I’ve never felt a physical response like this with anyone else. He breaks the kiss, and I melt as I look into those incredible deep brown eyes. I know I’m inexperienced, but surely it isn’t possible to have this kind of connection withoutfeeling something. Without it meaning something. Am I that naive, or do I see a flicker of emotion cross his perfect features as he gazes at me?
He stands up with my legs wrapped around his waist and holds me there with one hand firmly on my ass. With the other, he sweeps the table clear, sending cups and plates flying and obviously not giving a damn. He lays me on my back and pushes my thighs apart. “Jesus,” he mutters, his eyes on fire as he inspects my body. “You are so damn fuckable.”
He pulls that final condom from his pocket and unzips his pants. Within seconds, he’s ready, and I’m wet and waiting. I squeal as he hoists my legs over his broad shoulders, almost bending me in two, and guides himself inside me.
His hands go to my breasts, and he teases my tight nipples as he slams into me, rolling them between his thumb and fingers in a way that perfectly straddles the delicious line between pleasure and pain. My hands scrabble for a grip on the smooth wood of the table, but he’s fucking me so hard that I’m sliding backward and forward with each dynamic thrust.
“You’re lucky I have to work,” he growls, not slowing his pace for a moment, each stroke precise and deliberate. “Otherwise, I’d chain you to the bed and fuck you all day long.”
The dirty talk pushes me over the edge, and as he leans down to nip at my neck, I scream his name yet again.
“Come for me, Scarlet,” he commands as he drives into me. “Because if this is going to be the last time I ever fuck you, I’m going to make sure you feel it.”
For some reason, a deep sadness settles in the pit of my stomach and tears burn behind my eyes, but I quickly blink them away and focus instead on the pleasure this man’s body wrings from mine. This was a one-time deal. I’ll never see him again, and that’s exactly the way I want it.
Isn’t it?
Chapter
Six
DRAKE
Ipress my lips to the top of my nephew’s downy-soft head and inhale his unique scent. I had no idea how magical he would be or how the smell of tiny human plus baby powder would combine to turn me to mush. I’ve never had any interest in kids, either in producing my own or fawning over anybody else’s, but I would give my last breath to make this chunky little guy laugh.