He kissed her gently on her lips and smoothed the damp hair off her cheeks. His breathing hitched, and his cock jumped inside her. “As long as you’re ready to make love to me as well.”
He can’t have possibly fallen in love with me. She tried not to read too much into his response, the consequences of it too painful to contemplate. “I already am.”
He slid out almost all the way, only the tip of him remaining inside her, before he slammed his length back in, its force driving her entire body up the bed as far as the restraints allowed. A jolt of liquid heat flowed through her pussy, and she reflexively tightened her muscles around his shaft. Holy shit. What was that?
Her stomach muscles quivered. “If you keep doing that, I’ll come.”
He bit her lip. “Hold it back a little longer.”
This time when his cock began to slide out, she clenched to keep him in, garnering a groan and a full-body shudder from him. His fingers tangled in her hair, digging into her scalp as he picked up the pace, plunging in and out of her relentlessly. It was as if each time he dragged the head of his cock over her G-spot, he created an electric shock in her pussy.
It was too much. Her heart raced, and she couldn’t get enough air into her lungs. A fluttering in her clitoris morphed into a wicked beat. Colors swirled behind her eyelids, her world spinning out of control like a tornado. Unfamiliar sounds poured from her lungs. Moans. Cries. Pleas. She couldn’t stop them.
“Surrender and come for me, baby,” he said.
The throbbing tension unwound, shards of electricity expanding outward from her pussy in her first G-spot orgasm. Waves of contractions overtook her. She curled her toes and tossed back her head from the intensity of her climax. Lost to the sharp sparks inside her, she barely registered Drake’s climax.
Roaring above her, his body stilled. Mixed in the strong aftershocks of her orgasm, she thought she felt his penis pulsing against her walls. Then he began to slowly rock back and forth before his hand slid between their slick bodies, holding the condom in place as he pulled out.
Drake was silent as he rolled off her. The bed dipped, and she heard his feet pad across the carpet toward the bathroom. With her arms and legs remaining tied to the bed, a tightness settled in her chest. She trembled, chilled without Drake’s heat.
He quickly returned and sat on the bed. A warm damp cloth wiped between her legs. She’d allowed him to bind and blindfold her, yet the intimacy of this moment awed her. How could one man have so many sides? He’d gone from a demanding alpha male to a caring lover with such ease. She hadn’t met one part of him she disliked.
He gripped a wrist and untied her. Then he moved around the bed and repeated the actions before removing her blindfold. Although the lighting was dim, she had to blink away the floating stars. Drake lay beside her, drew up the comforter over them, and slid his arm under her neck.
She rested her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. He kissed the top of her head and rubbed her wrists. “The marks from the rope will fade in the next day. They don’t hurt, do they?”
Disappointed in the temporariness of the marks, she tipped her face up to look at him, her stomach going topsy-turvy over his concern. “Not at all.” Breathing deep, inhaling the scent of sex in the air, she closed her eyes.
Exhausted and sated, she started to drift off, giving in to the feel of security from lying in his arms.
“I’m falling in love with you,” he whispered.
She pretended she was asleep, swallowing her tears. A lump of regret formed in her throat, a lump she’d carry with her as long as she lived.
He deserved more than someone whose cancer might reoccur and someone who might not be able to have children. She’d known it even before they’d met, but she was selfish. She’d wanted this one night. One perfect night with the man she might’ve married someday had her life gone differently.
Only when his breathing grew even, signaling he’d fallen asleep, did she permit her tears to fall.
Chapter Six
The ringing of the phone jarred Drake awake. It took him only a moment to get his bearings, and when he did, he smiled. While he’d normally curse the early morning wake-up call, he could get used to it if it meant having a sleeping Allie sprawled over his chest. He reached for the phone on his nightstand, lifted the handset, and slammed it back on the receiver.
She stirred, her thigh bumping into his erection. “Good morning,” she mumbled.
He’d woken her twice during the night to make love. Tying and blindfolding her had been fun, but he’d needed her hands on him. The first time, his little Tornado Allie had left a few mementos on his back with her nails. The thought of it made him harder. The second time, he’d woken her up with his face between her legs before flipping her onto her stomach and demonstrating why lube came in handy. They’d managed to cross off every item from her naughty list. Well, all but a one-night stand.