Page 75 of Adrift

Hey beautiful,

I didn’t want to wake you, but hopefully you’ll find your precious coffee ready. I’m taking Arman to hang out with my dad and brothers. It’s the seventh anniversary of my dad being in remission, and we’ve sort of made it a tradition to be out on the water. Just know that you’ll be on my mind. My mom said she’ll be inviting you for dinner, so I hope to see you there.

- Dar

I didn’t like the idea of entering his room without his permission, but my need to apologize for my behavior overshadowed my thoughts of breaching his privacy. Before I knew it, my feet had taken me inside. And what I saw there changed the course of my entire night.

A vision I’ll recall for as long as I live.

And now, as he looms over me, gloriously naked from head to toe, I consider pinching myself to make sure I’m not dreaming. His abs flex, and I have an overwhelming need to count each one–slowly, and one at a time. That need, though, is less powerful than my need to lick each one, slowly, and one at a time.

I reach out, my breathing ragged, running my hand over his rock-hard torso. “Darian.”

His fingers press into my waist, pulling me toward him, and I feel his bulge come back to life. Though it never seemed to have died in the first place.

His mouth captures mine in a heady kiss, and I gently nudge my tongue in, finding his. His fingers lift the hem of my tank top, taking it completely off me before he pulls down my shorts. His warm hand palms my ass as I deepen our kiss, my fingernails biting into his skin. I step over my shorts pooled at my feet, wearing only my underwear.

My nipples harden under Darian’s perusal of my body and I fight the urge to hide. He’s this perfect example of all-man, all-muscle, and I feel completely out of my depth. And even though I’ve worked hard at taming my insecurities, my mind swirls with them incessantly.

Why does he want me? What could I ever offer him? Why is he looking at me like I’m a coveted prize when he could get anyone he wanted?

As if reading my thoughts, his large hands palm my breasts. “You’re perfect,” he murmurs as he tweaks my nipple, making ripples of want course through my body. “Absolutely perfect.”

Lowering himself, he takes my nipple into his mouth, sucking it so deep and so long, I moan brazenly, my voice echoing inside the room. My hands find the back of his head, pulling him closer, as his other hand palms my other breast. I feel the scrape of his teeth around my nipple before he bites down on it, making me mewl.

My panties are soaking, and I’m positive my thighs will soon be covered in my juices. “Please, Darian.” I practically sob as my legs clench, trying to give myself some relief. “I need your fingers. I need something.”

His mouth lets my nipple go in a pop before he lays his claim on my other breast. He moans his satisfaction into my skin as he teases my puckered tip with his tongue, circling it before sucking on it in the same way.

His hand ripples down to my panties, finding my wet core, and he groans in earnest. “Fuck, you’re sopping wet, baby. You’re drenching my fingers even through the material.”

I can feel my knees buckle under me, and my legs are on the cusp of deciding to stop supporting my weight. They’ve had enough. I’m shaking with need as Darian pulls my panties aside and pushes two fingers inside me, sliding right in. When he glides in deeper, so far up that the feeling of fullness starts taking over, I feel like I’m going to catch fire.

“I need you,” I pant. “Please. I want you.”

He pops off my nipple, his fingers still sliding in and out of my dripping heat, before pushing me back onto his bed. His fingers pull out as my back hits the mattress.

He stalks over me before moving down my body. “Open your legs for me.”

I shake my head. “No. I need you.” I search his stormy eyes as I make my decision. “I don’t want to go slow. I can’t wait anymore, Darian. I want you inside me.”

He swallows, studying my face. “You want me to fuck you?”

I nod. “Yes. Please, yes.”

“Rani–”

“Please, Darian. I’ve never begged anyone for anything my entire life, but I’m begging you. I want this. I want you.”

He hesitates. “You’re sure? You’re not going to like it the first time around.”

“I’m sure,” I say so fast that I barely let him finish. “I want my first time to be with you.”

He watches me squirm under him before giving in to his own barely controlled agony. “Scoot to the edge of the bed. I need to get you ready.”

Oh God. Why do those words have me pooling inside my panties again? The thrill of finally doing what I’ve wanted to for so long–especially with a man I’m crazy about–has me so impatient, I can’t even think.

I eagerly comply, scooting my ass to the edge, fisting his sheets in my hands.

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