Page 55 of No Rings Attached
“Stop thinking,” he growled. “Or you won’t like the consequences.”
“I can’t,” I whispered. Did I dare share what was now running on repeat through my mind? All I could picture was Celia getting out of the car, Drew turning, seeing her, and falling instantly, helplessly, in love.
Shit.
Nausea coiled in my stomach.
Drew licked a slow trail up the side of my neck.
I screeched and then laughed.“Oh, my God. What wasthatfor?” That wassonot sexy, but knowing Drew, he probably had a good reason.
He spun me around to face him. A wide grin stretched across his face. He’d known exactly what he was doing. “For thinking too much. You can’t control them or what’s about to happen. And if listing items you see based on colors isn’t helping, then you left me no choice?—”
“You were trying to help me control my anxiety?” The worry invading my body paused while my insides just about melted.
I was seriously going to become a puddle at his feet.This man.
Then his words hit me. “No choice about—mmph?”
His lips pressed to mine, and any thought I did or could have flew out the window.
Drew lifted me off my feet and sat me on the railing. My hands flew out in surprise, landing on his shoulders to keep myself from falling backwards. Before I had a chance to squeak out a shocked response, he slid his body in between my thighs and wrapped his arms around me.
“You are perfect to me, Ellie. Forget your sister. Forget about everything except for you and me right here, right now.”
“But you don’t understand,” I protested. “Celia isbeautiful.”I paused to let that sink in and forced the next part out. “What if you see her and forget about me?”
“Youare beautiful, Eleanor Mae Remington. Every day I’m amazed at how innately gorgeous you are, inside and out. You’re the complete package, Ellie. And it’s about time you figured that out. So if there’s one thing I can do while we’re together, it’s helping you realize that—and your worth.”
“Drew,” I whispered, not sure what to say.
“I’m attracted to every part of you.” He placed a kiss on my forehead. “Your mind.”
I hung on to each word, hungry for more.
“Your voice, and what you have to say.” He kissed his way down my neck, making me shiver. “Your heart, and how you use it to care about others.” Drew lightly brushed his lips over the top of my chest over my hoodie, just above my breasts.
He slid his hands down my back so he could squeeze and knead my butt cheeks. “And I dream about this perfect ass,” he rasped against my lips. “Put your legs around me.”
There was nothing to do but comply.
I had no original thought at this moment.
Or any thought.
Just feeling all the pleasurable ways he touched me was making me overheat even with the autumn chill in the air.
I sucked in a breath as my new position allowed me to feel his dick pushing at the zipper of his jeans. I was pretty sure that if I wiggled a little more, it would press directly against my clit.
I whimpered and rolled my hips harder to increase the contact.
“You feel so good,” I panted, my lips ghosting across his collarbone.
He slid his hands underneath my sweatshirt, leaving fire trailing along my skin in their wake, until he skimmed my breasts. “You’re wearing lace again,” he groaned. “I want to see you in nothing but this and the matching panties. What color are they?”
“Y-yellow.” My hips bucked to better connect with his cock as his lips slid over mine and his tongue swept into my mouth. My core clenched as sparks of desire lit my veins. If he kept this up, I was going to orgasm from kissing alone.
A car door slammed. And the vaguest thought tried to push its way into my head. Weren’t we waiting for something? Someone?
