Page 16 of The Stolen Dagger

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

KATHERINE

K issing Drew was so much different from anything I had experienced with Adrian.

Adrian was hard and aggressive, selfish even, when it came to anything physical. He took what he wanted, convincing me it was what I wanted, too. He didn’t care about anyone but himself and his needs.

Adrian had been my first in everything. First boyfriend, first kiss, first love. Because I hadn’t known any different, I’d gotten used to his roughness, thinking it was normal.

But when I met Drew, I realized it was anything but.

Drew was tender and passionate and patient. He took charge in the best way, almost like he knew what I needed before I did.

Drew showed me what it meant to be taken care of by a real man. For the first time in my life, I knew what it was like to be cared for—loved.

And that was how this kiss felt. It was deep and desperate but filled with so much emotion and need and warmth .

I’d been holding back and pushing him away for so long that just being near him made me go crazy.

Like a tide, there was this constant push and pull between us. It was only a matter of time before the current went rogue and crashed against a neighboring tide.

I couldn’t take the tiptoeing around each other anymore. I wanted him.

I moaned into the kiss, missing all the time we could have been together.

Suddenly, Drew pulled back. His green eyes were dark with desire. “You have no idea what you do to me, darlin’.”

His confession made me feel all warm inside. I smiled and leaned forward again, but he stopped me.

“Wait,” he said softly, almost as if it pained him. “Are you sure?”

Still reeling from the kiss, it took me a second to process his question. I stared at him, confused.

I was the one who kissed him first. Of course, I was sure.

“Because I don’t think I can go back to how things were before,” he continued, running the pad of his thumb across my bottom lip. “Those months without you were my personal Hell. I’m not letting you push me away again.”

Oh. Something fluttered in my chest at his declaration.

“So I need to know that you are sure about this.” He gestured between us. “About us.”

Was I sure? I’d never been more sure about anything in my life. I wanted Drew in all the ways I could have him, and I wanted him now. Injured shoulder be damned.

“I’m sure.” I smiled and playfully nipped at his thumb as it swiped by. “I’m done denying this feeling between us. I want you. I want all of you.”

Saying those words was like a weight lifted off my chest. I felt lighter. For the first time in so long, I felt unburdened by my past. And it was all because of him .

Drew made a noise in the back of his throat that sounded like a mix between a groan and a growl before he pulled me to him and devoured my lips in another deliciously bruising kiss.

This one was more frantic and desperate than the first. It was all lips and teeth and tongue and soft moans. It was hot and desperate and everything I needed.

Keeping one hand on the back of my neck, Drew reached down with his other to lift my thigh as I curled my leg over his hip. He stepped closer between my legs where I so desperately wanted more of him.

Like they had a mind of their own, my hips rocked back and forth in rhythm with his kiss.

I moaned when I felt him harden against me.

Drew kissed down my neck as his hips ground me against the counter. “Can you feel my need for you, darlin’?”

Dazed by his lips and the feel of his warm body against mine, I tried to reply, but it came out more like a moan followed by other mewling sounds.

I was sure to be embarrassed by that later, but at the moment, it was all I could do in response to his sinful words.

His mouth widened into a smile against my skin. “I love the little noises you make.”

My hands fisted his shirt as he continued his delicious assault on my neck. The feeling of his hot mouth on my skin sent tingles through my body, straight to my clit. I could feel my desire pooling there for him.

“More,” I pleaded.

In one swift move, Drew picked me up under my thighs and placed me onto the countertop. I landed on the hard surface with a thump, rattling my injured shoulder.

“Ah,” I muttered, reaching for the sore spot through the daze of my lust.

“Fuck.” Drew pulled back, and his eyes were wide in horror. “Did I hurt you, baby?” He shook his head. “I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“No, it’s fine,” I said, my gaze on his lips, and reached for him again.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Katherine,” Drew whispered, as if the thought pained him. “I couldn’t live with myself if I did.”

“You won’t hurt me.” I placed a hand on his stubbled cheek and tried to reassure him. “I’m grateful you’re concerned, but I’m fine. The movement just surprised me.”

He shook his head slightly, unsure what to do.

“Please, Drew,” I whispered. “I need you.”

Looking torn, his gaze went from my shoulder to my face. “You’re sure?”

I nodded, smiling. “It’s cute you’re so worried.”

Drew delicately kissed my shoulder. “I’ll always worry for you.”

His sweet words stirred so many feelings inside me it was hard to focus on any one thing. My mind settled on the feral side of me, wanting him closer.

“Since you’re so concerned,” I giggled and spread my thighs on the counter, “I think I know what you can do to make me feel better.”

He licked his lips, which widened into a grin. “Oh, I plan to make you feel much, much better, my little vixen.” He gently but swiftly lifted me into his arms as I wrapped my legs tight around his waist with a laugh. “But first, let’s get you somewhere more comfortable.”

The soreness of my shoulder long forgotten, I peppered kisses on Drew’s face and down his neck as he walked us back to his bedroom and tenderly laid me on his plush bed.

“Better, darlin’?” he asked, looking down at me under his hulking body .

“Much better.” I reached for the bottom of his shirt and lifted. “But you have too many clothes on.”

With a smirk, Drew helped me get his shirt over his head, then stood from the bed between my knees as they were draped over the edge.

With his broad chest and “fuck me” abs on full display, his jeans hung low on his hips, bearing the deep V right above his groin and the small line of dark hair under his navel.

I struggled to hold in my moan at the sight of him and instead bit my bottom lip.

What was I thinking denying myself the pleasure of him before?

“You’ll let me know if your shoulder hurts?” he asked, bending down to lean over me with his hands on either side of my head.

The slight throb in my shoulder was nothing compared to the ache I felt between my legs for him. That he was still concerned about my shoulder made me even more eager for him.

“Yes, yes, just please kiss me now.” I reached and pulled him back to me in a deep kiss, fighting for dominance, but he quickly took over. Coaxing my lips open, his tongue tangled with mine, thrusting into me like it was a promise of what was to come.

I lifted my hips to meet him, and Drew chuckled.

“So needy for me, aren’t you?” His lips moved across my jaw and down my neck, nipping at the soft flesh there. Mindful of my shoulder, he gently removed my shirt and bra, leaving me bare underneath him.

He paused his movements and breathed out slowly. “So beautiful.”

Just as I reached for his jeans, he stopped me, catching my hands.

“This isn’t about me tonight.” His hands roamed down my body, cupping my breasts, and I arched my back, needing more of his touch. “Let me make you feel good.” He kissed my left shoulder. “I need to make you feel good.”

His lips moved from my shoulder down to my chest. His tongue swirled around my nipple before he sucked the sensitive bud into his warm mouth.

A tingling sensation shot down my body and straight to my dripping core. And I writhed against him.

After giving ample attention to both breasts, working me up even more, his hands wandered down my stomach to the button of my jeans and removed them entirely.

“Are you wet for me, darlin’?” Drew rubbed me through the thin material of my panties.

“Yes,” I gasped.

So desperate for his touch, I didn’t have it in me to be embarrassed. All I knew was I needed his mouth or his fingers or his cock before I went crazy.

His mouth left a hot, wet trail down my body as he moved to the area I needed him most. I vaguely felt the soft brush of his fingers on the sides of my hips before he gently slid my panties down my legs.

Before I could think to cover myself, he wrapped a muscular arm under and over my right thigh to keep me spread open for him.

“So fucking pretty,” he hummed against the inside of my thigh and ran his finger through my wetness, circling my clit.

My legs twitched and instinctively tried to close, but he kept me in place, teasing my folds. The pleasure from his touch alone sparked something wanton inside me.

“More, Drew,” I moaned softly. “Please.”

His hot breath fanned against my pussy as he laughed softly.

Just when I was about to beg him again, I felt it; the first lick of his tongue, and I gasped as my body erupted into flames .

I tried to move my hips, but Drew’s arm kept me in place on the bed. Desperate for any kind of contact, I threaded my fingers through his short hair and gripped the softness to pull him even closer.

His tongue flicked and stroked back and forth in a torturous rhythm as he licked and sucked me like a dying man, and I was happy to be his last meal.

Then, he inserted a finger. He pumped in and out as he sucked on that little bundle of nerves that had me gushing on his tongue.

“You taste so fucking good,” Drew moaned into my pussy. The vibrations sent a shockwave of pleasure through me, and I moaned, so close to the edge.

All too soon, his tongue disappeared, but he quickly added a second finger to make up for the loss.

“Oh, God,” I whimpered, looking down at him.

His mouth and the scruff on his chin glistened with my arousal. That view combined with the feel and sounds of his fingers thrusting inside me almost made me lose it. I clenched my fists in his sheets to keep myself from coming all over him.

“Are you gonna come for me, darlin’?” Drew curled his fingers inside me, reaching a place so unfamiliar it made me see stars. “I can feel you squeezing around my fingers.”

“Drew,” I moaned. “So good.”

“That’s right, baby.” Drew placed his thumb on my clit, making little circles. “Just like that. Fuck. You’re so beautiful. Let me see you come all over my hand. Let me see you lose yourself to the pleasure of my fingers inside you.”

His dirty words released the pressured coil wound tight inside me, and I came. Hard.

I arched off the bed and screamed his name so loud the whole apartment complex probably heard me. Panting, I melted into his bed as I came down from the orgasm that left my body tingling.

Clouded by the remnants of my pleasure, I was vaguely aware of Drew who removed his fingers from me, gave my pussy one final lick that made my legs twitch, and then sucked me off his fingers.

“Drew,” I said breathlessly and reached out for him.

I needed him closer.

He quickly pushed off his jeans and crawled up the bed in his boxers, lying down beside me. “Come here, darlin’.”

Curling into his warm side, he wrapped me in his arms, and I draped my leg over his. My hand wandered down his muscled stomach to the bulge underneath his boxers.

“I want to make you feel good, too,” I said, rubbing him through the material. I could feel how big and hard he was.

“Not tonight, baby,” Drew said. He removed my hand, but before the hurt of his rejection could sink in, he threaded our fingers together to rest over his chest. “You need your rest, and I don’t want to risk hurting your shoulder more.”

I tried to tell him he could never hurt me, but it came out more like a sleepy mumble as my eyes closed of their own volition.

“Go to sleep, darlin’.” Drew placed a kiss on my temple before I drifted off in his arms. “I’ll be here for you when you wake up. Always.”