Page 159 of Indecent Obsession
“It makes sense though.” I lean against the door. “If he’s on a boat, cell towers would be few and far between. And, unless someone had the boat’s information, they wouldn’t be able to track him.”
“How would Tom have access to a boat?” Finn asks.
“Maybe he’s not alone?” Wyatt glances at the wall behind which Sara sleeps. “It’s not enough information to tell her. It’s not really anything. Just speculation.”
I straighten, already knowing what he’s going to say.
“We’ll tell her Sunday when everything settles down and we get through tomorrow night with our dates.” Wyatt winces. “Is it too late to be sick?”
“More like too early.” Finn hits Wyatt in the shoulder. “I’m going to bed.”
He glances at me and shakes his head. “Alone. Asshole.”
“What was that about?” Wyatt looks at his phone before arching an eyebrow my way.
“I told Finn to let Drew have tonight.” I shrug. “Seems fair that he gets at least one night alone with her.”
Sara
Sunlight dances against my eyelids. I must have forgotten to close the curtains last night. A warm hand slides down the front of me, pausing on my breasts before moving lower. I smile as his fingers slide even lower.
“Did you sleep well, princess?” Drew’s voice is rough against my ear.
“Mmm.” I stretch. Every muscle aches deliciously. I turn my head toward his voice and open my eyes to his warm brown ones. “Good morning.”
He slips his hand between my thighs to slide over my pussy back to my entrance. He circles there, teasing me. “How do you feel? Need a warm bath?”
I spread my legs open for him and slide my body down against his exploring hand. “I could use a hand.”
He smirks.
I reach down to take his hand, pushing his finger and mine into my pussy. My lips part and my eyes close as I moan at how good that feels.
“Fuck, princess. You’re so fucking wet for me already. Show me what you want. What you need.” He kisses my lips and my jaw, then sucks on the spot where my jaw and neck meet.
My pulse is out of control. I guide his hand deeper inside me, curling my finger with his to touch that spot that makes my toes curl.
“Drew,” I whimper.
“What do you need, Sara?” he whispers against my neck as he rubs my clit with his thumb. “Do you need me to tell you how good you feel on my fingers? How my cock is already dripping wanting to be inside you?”
I pull his finger almost all the way out with mine before sliding it back in deep, tipping my hips to adjust the angle. I gasp.
“Do you want me to tell you what a filthy little slut you are for my cock? How I can’t wait to wreck your pussy?” His words fan the flames hotter.
“What if I just wanted you?” I whisper. “Just your touch. Your mouth on mine. Your fingers making my body sing. Your cock filling me over and over again. What if instead of telling me all the dirty things you want to do to me, you just do them? And hold me when it’s over and we’re both shaking from our release?”
He lifts his head to meet my eyes. He cocks his head to the side like I asked him for a unicorn.
“You don’t have to perform for me, Drew.” I slide my hand along his jaw and search his dark eyes. “I love it when you do, but right now, I just want you and me. No extras.”
“For you? Anything.”
His lips capture mine, and he works with my hand to push me higher until I can hardly breathe. Right before I come, he changes tempo. His other hand finds my breast, lightly caressing it, teasing, plucking the nipple, while he fucks me with his fingers. Everything in me tightens, ready to explode.
He chuckles against my lips as he pauses everything to let the tension unwind.
“Drew,” I whimper. “Fuck me. Make me come.”
