Then, without warning, he roughly grabs my face and pins me to the wall. Pressing his half naked, sweat-covered body against mine, he kisses me with a passion that I haven’t felt from him before, imposing, forceful and very determined.
“Sydney,” he whispers against my mouth. “I need to have you.”
I reach around him and grip his hard ass, pulling him closer to me. I can feel his thick erection through his silky gym shorts and I instinctively grind my body against it.
The elevator doors open and Drew slides his hands under me, lifting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist and cling to him, never breaking the precious contact between our hungry mouths. Somehow, he gets the keycard out of his pocket and flings the door to the suite open. He carries me in, kicking the door shut behind us.
Drew doesn’t stop until we’re in the bedroom. He jerks his shorts down around his ankles with one hand and sits on the bed with me still draped around his muscular torso. His need to claim me is out of his control. Settling me on his lap, Drew reaches between us and seizes my thin spandex shorts at the crotch, tearing them apart as if they were made of paper. Roughly yanking aside my thong, he impales me with a single swift movement, not asking but taking.
“Shit, Syd,” he moans into my mouth.
It’s so intense I can’t speak, instead stroking his angular face with my hands as our tongues dance.
He moves his large, taped hands to my waist and begins forcing me up and down on his cock, slamming to the hilt with each powerful downward thrust. He needs this to reassure him that I’m safe with him. To reassure him that we’ll be okay and I’m more than willing to let him get that comfort from me.
Within minutes I feel the delicious burning beginning deep inside my core and spreading outward. Sensing it, Drew clutches me even more forcefully to his chest, wrapping his arms completely around me as he rocks me aggressively back and forth across his lap.
He presses his sweaty forehead down to mine, eyes closed in ecstasy and I watch his beautiful face as it contorts with pleasure; his lips swollen from my kisses, cheeks flushed from exertion, his teeth clenched as he concentrates on every feeling of our desperate lovemaking.
My breathing hitches as the sensations crest, my sex pulsing around him. Drew’s eyes fly open, the green blazing with desire, the brown darker than usual, staring me down as I reach my peak. Fire rushes throughout my body, flowing into him as he pulls me down even harder, groaning in pleasure. He releases into me, our slick fluids joining as the sounds of our hedonism fill the room.
I collapse on his shoulder panting, and feel Drew skim his lips up and down my neck, whispering his love for me as he holds me to him. We’re so good together, it shouldn’t be so difficult. In this moment nothing else matters; not the fans, not Kiera, not the cameras, not the gossip. Only me. Only him. Only us.
Brushing my hair back from my face, Drew loosens his arms from around my small frame, urging me to look at him. I lift my head from its resting place against his warm neck and we lock eyes once more.
“I love you, Sydney.” He grazes small kisses along the corners of my mouth.
“I love you too. We’ll be okay, right?” I ask in a broken voice, willing myself not to cry.
“Yeah, we will.”
I hope he’s right because I have a nagging feeling that we can’t go on like this.
Chapter 11
I nervously tap my fingers on the arm of the sofa, trying for the millionth time to reach my mother on the phone. Voicemail, again. Damn!
I was hoping to talk to her, anything to distract me from the destructive thoughts that have been torturing me all day. Drew, filming scenes with Kiera today. Kissing scenes. Nearly naked, fake orgasming, all-consuming love scenes.
For the first few hours of the morning, I laughed at the thought of them in front of the camera. Drew didn’t shower this morning, and after his workout with Damien and then our own private workout, he was pretty ripe. I think of how wicked he sounded when he whispered to me that he wanted the smell of me on him all day, especially if he was going to have to pretend to like being touched by someone else. Kiera was definitely in for a noseful today, and that made me giggle.
But now it’s not all that funny anymore. If it were anyone but her, I think I’d be okay with it. Well, as okay as you can be when your boyfriend has to simulate sex with other people for a living. Kiera hates me though, and her misguided grudge is not something I take lightly. She wants Drew and has the potential to be a conniving bitch.
I jump out of my skin when my phone rings in my hand where I’m clutching it in a death grip.
“Hello.” I’m trying to control my shaky voice.