Page 188 of No Need to Run
My fingers are beneath her panties, sliding against her wet slit.
Goddamn.
She’s drenched for me.
And hot.
So damn hot.
She closes her eyes, her expression pure bliss.
“Open those gorgeous eyes,” I rasp. “I need your eyes on me. Let me watch you come,” I say, running circles around her swollen clit.
Her eyes open, locking with mine. “Oh damn, Drew. That feels so good.”
I grin, angling my body so I can see everything—every gasp, every shiver, every moan.
I want all of it. All of her.
I twist my hand, sliding a finger inside her wetness. Her hips arch, her legs spreading as wide as her tight jeans will let them. We could take them off, but neither of us seems willing to move. Almost like we’re afraid to break the spell.
She moans as I slide another finger inside her.
“Oh, hell,” I pant, my lips inches from hers. “You’re so tight. Does that feel good?”
“Yes,” she sobs, her hands in my hair. Her body rocks against me as she chases the pleasure.
I love watching her lose control.
Ever since I met her, she’s been calm. Collected.
But the way she’s rolling her hips against my hand, arms wrapped around me, clinging to me, she possesses none of that. The woman who always seems two steps ahead of me doesn’t look like she’s thinking at all right now.
Christ, I can’t wait until she’s naked in my bed, legs spread wide, no barriers between us.
“Drew, I…”
“I know. I feel you tightening around me.” I move my fingers faster. “Do it, baby. Come all over my hand.”
Her head falls back, lips parting as she lets go. My name escapes her lips before the sweetest cry I’ve ever heard comes from her.
She convulses, bucking against my hand, her body quivering.
She finally stills, slumping against me, boneless.
I stare at her in awe, wanting to watch her fall apart over and over again.
Her eyes are heavy as she blinks at me, her cheeks pink in the TV light. “Wow.”
I slide my fingers out of her, slipping them inside my mouth, tasting her. I moan around them, my eyes still on her.
Her eyes widen slightly before they heat again.
“That’s hot,” she whispers.
I clean them off, then remove them.
“You know what’s even hotter?”
