Page 30 of Silver Edge
“Don’t. I wouldn’t hurt you.” He sat next to me on the bench, side by side, shoulder to shoulder, his back to the keys. “I’d never hurt you,” he said, his voice trembling more than my hands.
“I…I didn’t mean to—”
“Beautiful.”
I turned slightly and his gaze dropped to my exposed neck.
“The song.” His voice cracked like the lead singer of a punk band after a long set. His gaze settled back on my face. “It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful.”
I shook my head. “Don’t understand. You looked mad. I thought I’d done something…”
He rested his forehead to mine. My pulse sped. What did I do? What did he want from me?
He only breathed. Once, twice, three times. Then he touched me, his hand a whisper across my collarbone. “You finished it. My brother’s song.”
I shifted, but he put a hand over mine. “Don’t. Don’t run.” He cupped my face and he raked his fingers through my wet hair, pulling it away from my shoulders. “You’re special. The most special…” When his lips traced the line his hand had trailed, I knew I wanted more. Something real.
I untucked my towel and let it fall to my waist. Exposed, open to his touch. No drugs, no running, no wall-banging.
Him.
Me.
Intimate.
Intimate beyond my experience. I wanted to know what it would be like to feel Drake’s hands on my breasts. I wanted to know if I could tolerate his touch the way I wanted to.
I wanted to know.
I wanted to know.
I wanted to know.
He paused and lifted his face to meet my eyes. Unable to form words, I nodded. His chest rose and fell with an exaggerated breath while his hand slid down between my breasts. I remained rigid but didn’t slap his hand away. His mouth dipped to my neck, and my head tilted back as heat radiated to my chest.
My breath quickened. The smell of fresh laundry, Drake’s light rain-scented shampoo, and the rhythmic breathing from both of us relaxed my shoulders, and I wanted him to touch me.
His kisses continued along my jaw until he nibbled my ear. I tensed again as he neared the back of my neck. With a slow retreat, his tongue did delicious things under my chin and down my front. One of his hands drifted to my spine and he guided me into a back bend. My body didn’t protest at all. Instead, my chest craved his touch.
His other hand moved to the border of my breast and one word slipped from my lips. “Drake.”
Breath after breath, I thought I’d go mad as his hand inched toward the center of my breast, my nipple peaking in anticipation. My insides trembled with need, and when his thumb finally slid across my nipple I whimpered, actually mewled at the sensation. How could this be happening? It wasn’t possible. Soft lips danced across where his thumb just explored, and I arched into his mouth.
Swipes of his warm, wet tongue drove me mad, sending my body into a state of inebriation, a woozy blur of bliss. My mind and body registered nothing in the world except his lips. My senses were on overload and I could only focus on his euphoric exploration of my body.
He broke away. The loss of his touch startled me back to reality. Pleasure no longer ruled my senses, and I heard the heat cut on overhead. The piano keys clanked as I lifted my elbow from where it had braced me.
His arms wrapped around me and he pressed me against his chest. Nuzzling his nose into my neck, I felt his eyelashes flutter against my skin. “See? You can be touched.”
I took a stuttered breath and leaned back to face him. His lips curled into a smile, and I wanted to taste him again, to lose myself from this world, and only feel him. But when I brushed my lips to his, he kissed me softly then turned his head and whispered, “I can’t. I’m way too turned on right now. I think it’s my turn for a shower. A cold one.”
“It’s okay.” I slid my hand up his thigh, but he captured it before it could go too far.
“No, I want to make love to you in a way we’ll both remember and enjoy. We both need time. For once, I want to really know a girl before I take her to bed, and something tells me you’re worth the wait.”
For a moment, I was taken aback. “You’re saying no?” No guy had ever turned down sex. “Was it not—”
“It was everything. That’s why I want time with you. Something tells me if I push things now, I could lose you forever, and I’m not willing to take that risk.” He kissed my fingers one at a time. “Do you know, I’ve never told a girl I loved her?”
