Page 51 of I Knead You Tonight

I turn my head into his palm as he cups my cheek, loving the warmth of his rough hand.

“Don’t apologize to me, Drew. Never apologize to me.”

“I’m sorry.”

He laughs.

“Sorry,” I say again, realizing I just apologized for apologizing for apologizing.

“You’re so annoying,” he whispers teasingly.

“I think you secretly like it. And me.”

He smiles, and my eyes drop to his full lips. “Sometimes.”

“I think it’s more than sometimes. You push my buttons an awful lot…almost like you like me.”

He yanks me closer to him, our bodies flush against each other.

I groan at the contact. Not because it’s Winston, but because it’s been way too long since I’ve felt the touch of someone else.

Felt so…alive.

Our breaths are coming sharp, like we’re chasing something.

And maybe we are.

Each other.

“I don’t like you, Drew.” I watch his lips move, mouth dangerously close to mine. “I hate you.”

“I hate you too.”

And then his lips are on mine.

Slice Eight

Winston

For the first time in longer than I can remember, I’m not high and can feel something other than constant pain.

Not just in my dick, either.

Drew’s lips move beneath mine and I feel a moan hum through her before I hear it.

My hands tighten on her waist, and if I could pull her closer, I would.

But we’re already flush against one another and she’s writhing and rubbing against me like she hasn’t felt anything like this before.

I haven’t either.

Her hands inch up my chest, higher and higher until her fingers are curling into my hair. She pulls at the ends roughly, and nowI’mthe one moaning.

I grind my hips against her and trail my fingers over the exposed skin between her shirt and jeans, loving how soft she feels under my touch.

“You feel so soft,” I mutter between kisses. “And you taste like wintergreen gum.”

“Winston?”

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