Draw (Gentry Boys #1)(41)

I needed to taste it again.

Saylor stirred as I worked my way over her, taking each rose-tipped breast lightly in my mouth before letting my tongue move over her belly. She said my name in a soft breath which spoke straight to my dick.

“Spread ‘em, baby,” I whispered, lifting her hips to meet my thrust.

It was so warm in there. I slid in and out of her, marveling over how wet she got in only seconds. I’d filled her so many different ways over the course of the night she’d never known what hit her. It was the first time I’d ever been so far gone about anyone that I didn’t give a shit about rubbers. It was so f*cking good that way. I grinned as her legs tightened around me while she squirmed impatiently to the rhythm, clenching tightly. It was what she did when she was getting close to coming.

“Not yet,” I told her, withdrawing as she whimpered, her green eyes opening and fixing me with a look of frustration.

But before she could say a thing I flipped her over and pulled her towards me. She opened herself, figuring I just wanted to do her from behind, but I slid my hands under her body and forced her to rise so that she straddled me with her back flush against my chest.

“Cord,” she grumbled, searching for me, eager to satisfy the demanding throb which was about to push her over the edge.

As I crushed her against my chest I reached around and put my hands on her tits because she seemed to love having her tits grabbed and because I loved grabbing them. As she guided me inside, a small gasp left her throat and I immediately went to working her hard. The feel of her hair brushing over my skin was so sexy I almost exploded.

“Now kiss me, Say,” I ordered her and she twisted her head around to find my mouth waiting for her. She broke the kiss as she came, writhing in my hands and atop my dick. It was a power which called to the animal in me but I waited until she’d gotten all of hers before I bent her over and filled that soft body again.

Saylor wilted into the sheet, her face flushed. “Shit,” she breathed.

“Hell of a way to start the day,” I agreed, playfully sucking on her shoulder.

She pulled the bed sheet over herself in a sweetly modest gesture which made me want to wreck her resolve all over again.

Saylor was watching me intently and I got the feeling again, as I had several times last night, that she wanted to say something. I’d tried to tell her what she’d done to me, what she meant to me, but it had sounded better in my head. She’d never really answered with an explanation of her own, though the fact that she’d waited for me for hours in the darkness might be all the explanation I needed.

“You hungry?” I asked her.

She smirked. “For real food or for your food? And don’t tell me it’s got protein,” she warned, tossing her hair.

I pulled on a pair of shorts, enjoying the way her eyes skated over my body. I’d promised her she would love every second of our time together and as a blush crossed her face I knew she had.

Only the beginning, sweetheart.

Jesus, I couldn’t say that to her. It sounded corny as hell.

Saylor plucked a shirt off the floor and pulled it on. “Okay if I wear this for now?”

I shrugged. “Wear whatever you want. Or, preferably, don’t want.”

She pulled the collar of the shirt over her face. “I like this,” she said in dreamy tone. “It smells like you.” And then she gifted me with such a smile of utter f*cking brilliance I almost threw myself at her feet and begged her to wear my ring.

“Okay,” I said hoarsely, not having an answer for her, or to her. It wasn’t just sex, but then I’d known that even before last night.

As Saylor walked over to the window, cracking the blinds open and squinting into the sun, I pressed at the sore spots on my torso where Emilio had landed his best shots.

“Cord?” she said, still facing away.

“Yeah?”

She didn’t look at me. “Last night was incredible.”

“Told you it would be.”

“You did,” she said softly, crossing her arms and resting her head against the window frame.

“Hey.” I went to her, wrapping my arms around her waist and kissing her neck. “We can do that all the time, you know. In fact, I’m counting on it.”

She laughed lightly. “Well at some point we’ll have to sleep. Or we’ll just stumble around in a sex-drained delirium.”

“Sex-drained delirium,” I mused. “Sounds like a heavy metal band.”

Saylor ran her fingers over my arm and leaned back. She exhaled shakily. “I care about you, Cord. So much.”

I closed my eyes and tightened my hold on her. “Me too,” I muttered, knowing it was inadequate. She deserved a guy who would tell her all the pretty things she wanted to hear.

“You scared me yesterday.”

I had a brief flash of the look on her face as I beat the shit out of her ex. I should explain things to her. I should let her know it wasn’t even him I was fighting. It was all the rage of old fears and the reason I couldn’t return to our hometown.

But all I said was, “I’m sorry, Say.”

“No,” she faced me. “I didn’t mean the mess with Devin. When I came here looking for you and there was no one home I thought things might be hopelessly screwed up between us. I didn’t know if you would even want to hear me anymore.”