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“You’re a dork.” She kissed my nose. “Well, then carry on, sir.”
My dick twitched at the moniker, and I hurried us up the stairs to my bedroom.
Tonight I’d make Ellie mine in all the ways possible.
Chapter Twenty-Two
ELLIE
The reasons for keeping this dating situation fake were fading fast as Drew and I practically ran up the stairs. Each day we’d spent together revealed another side to him I adored. And even though our relationship had an expiration date, I wouldn’t regret a single second.
With my arms around his neck, I lightly scratched at his skin, running my fingertips up and down the corded muscles.
God, I wanted to touch him everywhere.
He strode through the door and dipped his head to rest in the curve of my neck. He drew in a deep breath. “Fuck, you smell good.” His lips brushed along my collarbone, then his teeth nipped the same spot, and he soothed it with his tongue.
My head fell back to give him better access.
He lightly set me on my feet, making me frown. I’d been enjoying his tiny touches and his hips pressed to mine.
Was he changing his mind?
No, he couldn’t be. I hadn’t missed how I wasn’t the only one to come downstairs. I glanced at the wet spot on the front of his charcoal gray suit pants. The knowledge that I turned him on that much was heady and euphoric; powerful even.
Feeling powerful in the bedroom was new for me. It heightened the sensations racing through my body. A tremble reverberated through me at my intense need for Drew’s hands, mouth, and skin against mine.
The heat of his gaze contradicted the worry now shadowing his eyes. He brushed his knuckles over the curve of my cheek. “Are you sure? Fake dating aside, I’m your boss. I don’t ever want you to feel like you have to do this.”
This sweet, beautiful man. I shook my head. “I love that you want my consent, and you have it. Every step of the way, tonight and always, you have my full and enthusiastic consent.”
“But—”
I placed my finger over his lips. “Shush. Let me finish. I’m not making this decision lightly. We’ve made no promises, but I know within my heart that I can trust you, Drew Kingsley. I trust you implicitly. I have no expectations for what tomorrow will bring for us, but I do know you’d never take advantage of me or the position you hold.”
Drew nodded, accepting my declaration. Then he took a step back, his hungry eyes not missing a single inch of my body. “Take off your shirt for me, buttercup.”
I shivered at the ultimate control laced with the sweet kindness that was sohimin this voice—I’d never experienced that before or even believed I deserved it. I flashed him what I hoped was a sexy, confident smile, then lifted the hem of my shirt.
“Slowly,” Drew said.
I stopped short at his command, my fingers fumbling as I contemplated what to do next. I’d already pulled my frosting covered shirt halfway up my torso and wasn’t sure what to do next.
I bit my lip in frustration. How was I supposed to do this slow and still hold that heated look in his eyes?
I dropped my hands, letting the fabric fall back into place. “I want this to be good for you.” In the past, I’d struggled to speak my thoughts and desires, but this was Drew. He was different, and I wanted tonight to be something we both enjoyed. “But I don’t know how to do this in a sensual way.”
Drew moved back into my space, his steps slow, measured. His lips pressed to mine, moving at a pace that fired up every cell in my body. He skimmed his tongue along my bottom lip, and I groaned, pushing my body closer and into his. I wanted him to throw me down on the bed and have his way with me. His tongue tangled with mine, swirling and sliding as he gently sucked.
“Drew,” I moaned. Kissing had always been the best way to get me into the mood and out of my head. My fingertips slid under his shirt, my palms heating up against the inferno of his skin.
I lightly ran my fingertips up over his abdomen, taking the time to explore every dip, every muscle, every crease that begged me to lick and suck it as a way to show how much I appreciated his beautiful body.
Drew sat on the edge of the bed and tugged me until my legs slid between his thighs. His large hands pushed my shirt up an inch, and he leaned in to lick the exposed skin. My arms dropped to my sides not knowing what to do with them, yet needing something to hold on to.
“Put your hands on my shoulders.” Drew’s command made me realizethisis what I’d been wanting in my previous relationships. Someone to guide me. To tell me what to do. To take charge. At this point, I hadn’t explored much during sex. My old boyfriends kissed me enough to turn me on, and then we had sex.
This … was different … unexpected … and exactly what I needed.
