I almost feel … normal.
As we approach the hotel in our hired car, my nerves start to get the best of me. I’m paranoid of someone listening to me in our suite. What if they tape us having sex? I could never get past my sex life being available to anyone and everyone who is interested in hearing it.
“What are you thinking?” Drew asks, drawing circles with his thumb on the palm of my hand. “I can tell you’re worried about something. Tell me.”
I stare out the window at the lights of the city then back at our hands on the seat between us. “The recordings. I’m afraid to go back to the hotel.” I look up at Drew and see his eyes get darker and his brows pull together in determination.
“I won’t let them tape us again, I promise.” He closes his eyes and brings our hands to his mouth dragging his lips across my knuckles. Molten desire spreads throughout my body, concentrating at the apex of my thighs. I press them together in an attempt to control the dizzying sensation.
Drew feels me shift on the leather seat and his eyes fly open, burning with lust. “Uncomfortable?” He teases me, trailing his fingers from my knee up to a fraction of an inch from the heat blazing between my legs. I try to bat his hand away but he grips my thigh tightly. “Don’t,” he says. I let my hand fall away and attempt to control my racing heart, practically panting from the need to have him right here in the car.
Drew doesn’t remove his hand, but he doesn’t move it any closer to where I need it the most either. By the time we pull in front of the Warren, I’m a barely controlled mess of hormones, ready to jump Drew in the elevator. Of course, having Steve with us is frustrating as hell, keeping us from attacking each other and ripping our clothes off before we can get to the room.
I slide the key card in the door and Drew opens it, allowing Steve to go in first. I want to roll my eyes at the two men, but maybe a little caution isn’t such a bad thing for once.
See, I’m learning to be reasonable.
A moment later, Steve comes back to the door and steps aside to let us in. “All clear,” he says confidently. Steve flicks a few switches on the anti-bug detecting thingy and we wait for the green light. It blinks and I let out the breath I had been holding. “No devices,” Steve says.
“You can go,” Drew tells Steve. “Have Evan take over for you in the hall.” Steve nods and leaves the suite.
Drew turns and faces me, a dark, determined look on his face. I instinctively step back from him and his brow quirks up. “Are you sure you want to do that Sydney? Or don’t you remember what happened the last time you tried to get away from me?” His voice is husky with lust.
I think back to the villa in California, he stalked me until I was up against a wall where he took me fast and hard. I swallow loudly. “I’m not trying to get away,” I whisper. My eyes flick over to the detection device, making sure that the light is still green.
Drew hesitates, seeing the panic on my face. He closes the gap between us in two big steps and crushes me to his chest. “They’re not listening baby. I told you I won’t let them tape you and I mean it.” He slides his hands down my back and grips my ass. Understanding what he wants, I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck and he pulls me against his body.
He walks us into the bedroom and sits down on the bed with me still clinging to him desperately. “Syd,” he breathes, his eyes half-closed and his lips parted just a fraction. I tangle my hands up into his hair and tug, causing him to let out a gasp. His eyes open, blazing with pure hunger. I inhale his masculine scent and lower my lips to his. Drew crushes his mouth to mine and takes over, flipping us so he’s on top of me on the massive bed.
I close my eyes and let him lead, knowing he’d never hurt me.
Chapter 25
I wake up uncomfortable. My left leg has gone numb. I try to move it but can’t, it’s pinned to the bed. Smiling, I open my eyes and see Drew’s naked torso splayed out on the bed next to me. He’s lying on his stomach, one arm over my chest protectively and one heavy leg wrapped around mine causing it to lose sensation.
His head is facing away from me, so I reach over and drag my fingers through his soft, dark brown hair. He shudders then relaxes, so I pull my fingers through his hair again, scratching his scalp gently as I get to the back of his head.
“Mmmmm, that feels so good,” he murmurs. Giggling, I do it again. He lifts his head and looks at me. “Good morning gorgeous.”
“Good morning yourself.” Right now, he looks hotter than he ever has before. His thick hair is tousled from my hands last night, his sinewy arms flex as he leans up on his elbows to see me, his gorgeous face is slightly swollen from sleep and I see a hint of his dimple as he flashes his perfect teeth at me. I shift slightly and he moves, allowing me to remove my poor crushed leg from underneath his.