Page 98 of No Rings Attached
“Touch me,” I begged. I actuallybegged. With just a few caresses from him, I was unraveling, becoming someone I didn’t recognize.
His fingers edged around the top of my pants, and I couldn’t stop my hips from flexing forward. His palm slid down to cup my core, and I whimpered as he pressed hard enough for my clit to screamyes, keep going.
The pressure was good, but … “More. I need to feel your hands on me.”
His wicked grin told me he knew he was teasing me. Yet before I could grumble, he slid his fingers inside my pants and touched the top of my underwear.
It was his turn to groan. “Lace. Does it match?”
Now it was my chance to turn the tables on him. “Maybe. I think you need to find out for yourself.”
He tugged at my waistband, pulling it down so it sat below my apron belly. I tensed. Not because I was ashamed of my body, but with other guys, my larger size sometimes became a problem.
Noticing the change in me, Drew stopped. “Where did you go?”
It was better to jump right in and address my concerns now. “I’m a bigger girl, Drew.”
His furrowed brow was cute, and his hands that now rested on my hips, tightened. “Okay. Maybe I’m dense, but … ”
I gestured at my stomach and the rolls he had kissed. “I just wanted to make sure we’re on the same page before we go any further.”
Understanding lit his eyes then anger streaked through them. He picked me up and set me back so suddenly I squeaked in surprise. Then he stood. His height had never bothered me before, but right now he towered over me.
Instinctively, I tried to cover my breasts.
His gaze softened, and he ran a hand through his hair. “Fuck. I’m doing this all wrong.”
“It’s fine?—”
Drew took the hand that banded across my chest and tugged my palm to his mouth to kiss it. “I want you. Every part of you. Each dip, curve, lump, bump. Any part that caused you to doubt yourself and pull you out of the perfect moment we just had together.”
“I’m sor?—”
“No, you don’t get to apologize.”
My startled eyes met his.
“You havenothingto apologize for. The assholes you’ve been with that haven’t shown you it was a privilege to pleasure every inch of you. They should be the ones apologizing.”
The heavy weight I’d been carrying for so long lifted. I grinned at him and tugged my hand from his grasp to place both of my palms on his shirt-covered chest. Leaning forward, I pressed my lips in between his pecs.
His ragged breath sounded above me, and I wanted more of that from him tonight. “I don’t know how you keep getting more perfect by the second, but somehow you do. And if this was your pre-game, I’m looking forward to the rest of the show.”
His eyes flared with that now—familiar heat.
I placed a kiss on the edge of his scruffy jaw. “If I haven’t totally ruined the moment with my insecurity, I want to keep going. I want to end the night with you buried inside me and me screaming your name.”
“You’llalwaysbe secure with me, Ellie,” he whispered, his forehead coming down to rest on mine. “Fuck me.”
“I’m hoping so,” I responded, a grin spreading across my face.
His lips captured mine, devouring me, letting me know that he was on board with tonight as much as I was. I threaded my fingers through his hair. I felt safe with him and trusted him to care for me. He had shown it in his every action and his words.
This time his hands were rough, running over my curves, as though trying to show me how much he wanted me.
And I was going to let him.
All. Night. Long.
