Page 126 of Swan

“I know you’ll take care of me,” I blurted.

He smirked. “Yeah, I will.”

Was he hard now from talking like that? And if he was, I wondered what it would be like to suck and lick and taste Drake Marcus.

A roll of desire ran through me at the thought of taking Drake’s cock into my mouth. Would he care how inexperienced I was?

I ran my gaze up to his and was about to voice my concerns when I caught the heated look in his eyes. He wouldn’t care. He wanted me. Cared for me.

“Bedroom, Birdy. Now.”

Standing from my seat, I walked swiftly into his bedroom.

Thank God I’d changed the sheets.

In there, I paused. Did I get undressed or wait for him so he could watch?

I was so out of my element even with all the romance books I’d read.

Hearing Drake’s footsteps, I faced him. He stopped in the doorway, hands gripping each side of the frame.

“I don’t know what to do. I worry that this won’t be any good for you or that I’ll somehow stuff up and it’ll end terribly. I-I want it to be good for you.”

He strode towards me, cupping my burning cheeks, kissing me softly, sweetly.

“Birdy, you don’t have to worry. It’s you I have in my arms and bed. It’ll be good for me no matter what. Just need you to tell me if there’s anything I do that you don’t like. Be honest with me during this, Birdy.”

“Okay,” I whispered close to his lips and then tipped up to my toes to take his mouth in a kiss that sent a shiver down my spine. Was it strange that I wanted to kiss him for days? Even if it was, I didn’t care. He was all that mattered. He was the one that threw my body into chaos with his touches, his kisses, his words.

While I wrapped my arms around his neck, Drake slid his from my hips down to my arse and grabbed a handful, pulling my hips against his. I could feel his erection. A moan escaped me, and Drake drank it down.

There were too many emotions swirling like crazy inside me. All intense. All consuming. All for Drake Marcus.

His hands glided up and started to lift my sweater from my body. I broke the kiss and lifted my arms. He smiled wickedly as he removed the material from my body.

God, even his dangerous smile had my heart hammering against my ribs.

I needed this man in all ways I could.

Panting, I watched as Drake’s dark gaze became glued to my breasts under my red bra, and he let out a curse. He dropped the sweater to the floor and threaded his fingers into my hair, cupping my neck at the back to force me into his embrace for another long, slow, desire-filled kiss.

Another moan dropped from my mouth into his when he used his other hand to cup and knead my breast. I slipped a hand up under his tee, needing to feel his skin so much that my hands shook.

“Too many clothes,” I said, face igniting, but I still kept his gaze and loved seeing his smirk.

“Then let’s get them outta the way, Birdy.”

My breath caught when his fingers slid to the sides of my leggings, and then he crouched before me to pull them down.

With my hand to his shoulder, I stepped out of them, and he straightened.

“I, um, did mean your clothes.”

He grinned. “I know.” His gaze ran over me. “Like the red, Birdy.” My bra and underpants matched.

A laugh left me. “You picked them.”

“I definitely did.”

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