Page 52 of I Knead You Tonight

“Yeah?”

“Shut the fuck up and keep kissing me.”

Laughing, I press my mouth to hers again.

She pushes against me, trying to find a way to get some relief for what’s building inside of her.

I feel it too.

Drew pulls at my shirt and I help her out, yanking the material over my head then bringing my lips back to hers.

Her eyes rake over me as she takes me in. I’m no stranger to stares from girls. I work fucking hard for the body I have.

But Drew’s gaze feels like it’s on a whole different level.

Her fingers crawl over the scar on my right shoulder where they had to surgically repair my rotator cuff.

The mark is thick, long. Ugly.

She grins up at me. “Is it weird that this kind of turns me on?”

I laugh, capturing her mouth as her hands roam over my chest, mapping every dip and ridge like she’s trying to memorize them. Down, down, down until her fingers reach the waistband of my jeans.

She plays with the edge, dragging her nails over my skin with just enough pressure that it’s making my cock throb.

Unsnapping the button with a flick of her wrist, she delves her hand inside, rubbing me over my boxer briefs.

“Fuuuuck.” I hiss at the touch.

She grips me tighter, and I grit my teeth, embarrassingly close to ruining this before it even really starts because it’s been too long since I’ve had a proper fuck.

I grab her hand. “Let’s slow down a minute.”

“I don’t want to slow down. I want to do this. I need this.”

This.

Not me.

Drew needsthis.

Her words make me pause.

“What? What’s wrong?” she asks, pushing her body into mine. “Don’t stop now.”

I set my hands on her shoulders, holding her away. “Stop.”

“What is it?” She stares up at me with round, confused eyes. “Do you not want me?”

I laugh at her question, because it couldn’t be further from the truth.

Do I want her? Hell yes.

But does she want me?

No.

“Of course I want you, Drew. But you don’t want me.”

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