Page 51 of The Stolen Dagger
KATHERINE
“She’ll forgive you,” Drew soothed, tightening his arms around me as we sat together on the black fabric couch. “You did it to protect her. It was hard, but she’s safer now because of you.”
After dropping off Leah, I drove back to Drew’s apartment in a daze. My thoughts spiraled like a whirlpool of what I should have done differently until Drew got home.
Sitting on the couch with him now, I recounted everything that happened with the man in the hoodie and Leah.
Drew was furious. He put an APB out on the black truck, but it had been hours and there had been no sighting of it or the driver.
He almost went out to look for the man himself, but I stopped him. I didn’t want to think about that man or the accident. I just wanted to be here with Drew, where I was safe and protected.
I shook my head against the hard planes of his chest. “You didn’t see the look on her face.”
“When it’s safe, we’ll tell her the truth.” Drew shifted my legs so I was half-seated on him as he massaged my calf. “She’ll forgive you when all of this is over. I’m sure of it.”
As clearly as if I was back in the car with her, I could see the tremble in her bottom lip like she was going to burst into tears at any moment. That image wouldn’t leave my mind, nor the rage that overtook her when she said our friendship was over. I’d never known her to be so upset.
“She was so hurt by what I said,” I added. “She even threatened me to stay away from you.”
And here I was wrapped in his arms. I should’ve felt guilty about that, but it was hard to feel guilty about something that made me happy. The thought of not being here with him made me tighten my hold around his waist.
“Hey.” Drew placed his big palm on my cheek. “I love my sister more than anything, but she couldn’t keep me away from you if she tried.”
Warmth blossomed in my chest. I leaned into his touch as he threaded his fingers into my hair.
“I told you before, darlin’, I’m not letting you push me away.” Drew leaned closer and kissed me. “As long as you’ll have me, I’ll be here. Always.”
“I know you will. Thank you, Drew.” I smiled and leaned forward to kiss him again.
The kiss started off soft and slow. It was a display of just how true our words were to each other.
As our kiss deepened, I shifted in Drew’s lap until I was straddling him. My hands moved up over the stubble on his jaw and into his hair, threading through the soft strands.
When his hands found my hips, I rocked back and forth on his lap, continuing to devour his mouth with mine. With each movement of my hips, my hot core rubbed against the hard length concealed in his pants.
I was practically gushing from the feel of him. Thatrealization should have made me feel shameful after what happened with Leah, but all I felt was my need for him.
All I felt was Drew.
When he ground me harder on his clothed cock, our kiss turned even more frenzied. I moaned into his mouth as my pussy fluttered with every swipe of his hardness against my clit.
Suddenly, Drew’s grip tightened, just as my fingers did in his hair. My nails scraped against his scalp, and he groaned, nipping at my bottom lip before he pulled away and gripped the bottom of my shirt. He removed it entirely and tossed it across the room, revealing my black lacy bra underneath.
Soon his lips were on me again. His hot mouth sucked and licked a path down my jaw to where my neck met my shoulder, and the sensation sent tingles straight to the apex of my thighs.
“I can’t get enough of you,” Drew murmured against my skin.
The feeling had me gasping, and my eyes closed as I succumbed to the pleasure of him.
But it still wasn’t enough.
When his hands went to the sweatpants I had borrowed from him, I came to my senses and pulled back.
Before he could question me, I crawled off his lap and went to my knees before him. My hands immediately went to the waistband of his jeans and pulled.
“What are you …?” He questioned, lifting his hips so that I could easily pull his jeans off.
When his cock sprang free, my mouth dropped open.
