Tangled (The Tangled Series)(75)

So I roll her under me, cradling the back of her head in my hands, protecting it from the wood floor, as I lay on top of her. Kate’s welcoming thighs open wide, and I push even deeper inside her.

“Oh God…oh God…”

The sound of our bodies slapping and her breathy voice fills the room like an erotic symphony. The New York Philharmonic’s got nothing on us.

“God! Oh God!”

I smile as I pick up the pace, “God’s not the one f*cking you, baby.”

Sure, I’m in love, but this is still me here.

“Drew…Drew…yes…Drew!”

Much better.

You didn’t think I was going to start spewing sickeningly sweet, asswipe-like phrases, now did you? Sorry to disappoint.

Besides, I like the word f*ck. It implies a certain level of heat. Passion. And it’s specific. If Congress had asked Bill Clinton if he f*cked Monica Lewinski, there wouldn’t have been any question about just what the hell they were talking about, now would there?

It doesn’t much matter what you say when you’re screwing anyway. Or how you do it. Slow and gentle or fast and violent—it’s the feelings behind it that make it mean something. That make it mean everything.

Christ, am I enlightened or what? Aren’t you proud of me? You should be.

I bend my arms and cover her mouth in a devouring, harsh kiss. Then I lick my way to her shoulder and, caught up in the moment, bite down. Not hard enough to break the skin but with just enough pressure to send Kate flying over the f*cking edge again.

I straighten my arms so I can watch her. She bucks up one more time before she goes stiff and tight beneath me. Her perfectly painted toes curl in the air as she comes. Her muscles squeeze me hard from base to tip, like desperate hands milking a tube of toothpaste from the bottom up, wringing out every last drop.

My head rolls back and my eyes close as I grunt and curse. And I’m helpless—like a grain of sand in the grip of a tsunami. Pleasure pounds out of every pore in my body as I come with the force of a frigging geyser.

Incredible.

We ride out the wave of ecstasy together until we’re both gulping for air. And then I collapse on top of her. My cheek lies in the valley between her breasts, my stomach between her thighs. And few seconds later, Kate’s hands come up my back before sliding down my spine in the most soothing f*cking way.

I cup her face with my hands and kiss her. Slowly this time. Languidly. Her doe eyes stare into mine. But neither of us speaks. We don’t need to.

And then I feel it.

Have you ever seen a racehorse after it’s been sidelined for a while? I have. When they get back on the track, it’s like fire’s been shot into their veins. They can just run and run—countless laps—miles at a time.

You see where I’m going with this?

I flip us over so Kate’s once again on top, her knees straddling my hips, her head against my chest. We really should move this to the bed—the floor’s damn hard. But, then again, so am I. And that takes precedence.

Kate lifts her head and her eyes widen. “Already?”

I raise my brows. “We’ve missed a lot of quality time lately. Apparently my dick would like to make up for every second of it. You game?”

I rotate my hips, and she moans just a little.

I’ll take that as a yes.





Chapter 28

WE MADE IT TO THE BED. EVENTUALLY.

A few hours and three orgasms later, we’re laying side by side facing each other. Sharing a pillow. The pillow.

“Say it again.”

It’s the tenth time she’s asked me. But I don’t mind. I’ll say it till I’m blue in the face if she wants me to.

“I love you, Kate.”

She sighs. It sounds content. “I’m going to be really clingy and needy for the next few weeks. You should be prepared.”

“I’ll be insecure and jealous. It’ll work out great.”

There’s a smile in her voice. “You told me you don’t get jealous.”

I shrug. “I also told you I wasn’t going to lie to you ever again.”

Her hands comb through the back of my hair gently. “When did you know?”

I smile. “The first time you let me come inside you without a rubber.”

She yanks my hair. Hard.

“Ow! Jesus!”

Her voice is exasperated, like a mother who just caught her kid snagging an off-limits cookie for the tenth time.

“Drew. That doesn’t sound very romantic.”

“You don’t think so?”

I find the strength to lift my head, and then I lower it down over her already hardened nipple. I suck at it, tease it with my teeth, before slowly letting it go with a pop.

“Because I happen to think coming inside you is very, very romantic.”

As I start to give the other beauty the same treatment, she gasps. “That’s a good point.”

I chuckle. “They all are, sweetheart.”

Laying my head back down, I drag my fingertip up her arm, fascinated by the goose bumps that rise up as I go.

“Aren’t you going to ask me when I knew?” she asks.

“When you knew what?”

Kate rolls onto her stomach. And her hair swings over her shoulder, reaching the skin on my ribs. Tickling it like a feather. It’s arousing. Sensual. And just like that, I’m ready to go again.