Page 62 of Fearlessly Us

“Tell me why,” he murmurs, hand stroking over my hair.

When I pull back from him, he takes both my hands in his, gliding his thumbs over my knuckles as he waits for my response. “It could be bad. It could all go wrong and be weird and embarrassing, and it’s one thing to do what we did before⁠—”

“You mean the thing where you rode my dick with your clothes on until you came all over me and I came in my pants and it was the hottest moment of my life?” he says, interrupting me.

Drew gives me a salacious wink and I snicker, the lightened mood perfect. “Yes. That. And hot as it may have been, it’s different when it’s a clothes-off situation where you put parts of you inside parts of me. Inside me is kind of messed up, and I don’t know what’s going on in there half the time, so I don’t know what’s going to happen…and I hate not knowing what’s going to happen.”

Drew gives me a definitive nod, like he has the answers to all of the world’s questions right at his disposal. “Okay, well, first of all, let’s clear one thing up. There is nothing inside you that’s messed up. Every inch of you is pure perfection, and if you’ll let me, I want to worship it all with all the parts of me. All of them, baby,” he says emphatically.

I narrow my eyes at him. “Define all.”

He gives me a sharp-eyed grin. “Tongue. Fingers. Cock. All of them. Inside you. Your smart mouth and your perfect cunt and your gorgeous ass if you’re into that because holy god, I’ve had some really vivid dreams about that ass.”

I choke on absolutely nothing and Drew barks out a laugh, raining kisses all over my face before he takes my cheeks in his hands. “Catie, there isn’t one part of you I don’t want, and there isn’t anything that could happen tonight that would scare me away. If you’re not comfortable and this isn’t something you want or you don’t feel ready, that’s one thing. Just say the word and I’ll leave you right here with the best kiss of your life or come inside and hold onto you all night like I did before without one single naked moment between us. But if you’re worried about what I might think or being embarrassed in front of me, put that thought right out of your gorgeous head because I’ll love whatever happens between us, tonight and any other night. It’s your call. It’s always your call. If something happens you don’t like or we go farther than you’re comfortable with, you say stop and it all stops. That goes for now and every other time. Always.”

I let his words sink in, feeling my body relax, my worry lifting just enough for me to look up at him, gliding my tongue over my lower lip and watching as his jaw flexes. Eyes flashing with heat. I feel a surge of power that I can affect this man in that way, broken body and all. “I think I’m in the clear, but like I said, it can all be kind of unpredictable. There’s a chance it could get…messy.”

“Fuuuuck,” Drew groans, dropping his forehead to mine. “Make a mess out of me, Princess. I fucking wish you would. And like I said the other night, messes were what showers were made for. We can get all clean and then I’ll dirty you up all over again.” With his eyes on mine, he strokes the pads of his thumbs over my cheeks. “Anything you want, Catie,” he says seriously. “Nothing you don’t.” He repeats his words from earlier tonight, but they hit differently this time, spoken into the quiet darkness of my porch with only my front door between us and whatever comes next.

I want it, I realize suddenly. The next. I want all of it. With him.

Gripping Drew’s forearms, I glide my thumbs over the sensitive skin on the inside of his wrists and watch as his eyes go hazy with want.

For me.

He wants me.

It’s a kind of thrill I’ve never felt before, and my brain only knows how to make four words.

“Take me inside, Drew.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

CAITLIN

The words are barely even out of my mouth before Drew crashes his lips to mine, big hands reaching down and gripping my thighs, picking me straight up and into his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist as he reaches blindly for the door handle, pushing it open and walking us both inside. I thank earlier Caitlin for having the foresight to unlock the door before the epic, high school core make-out session commenced because I think if Drew had to pull his lips away from mine right now, I would probably just die.

He kisses me like he’ll never get another chance. His lips move over mine, tongue slicking into my mouth to tease, groaning his approval when I suck on his tongue, tangling my fingers in his hair and tugging at the short strands.

“Upstairs,” he mutters, dragging his lips away from mine and kissing down my jaw as he carries me towards the steps, licking and sucking his way up my neck, every spot he marks a thrill that makes me wild with need. Halfway up he stops, pressing me to the banister and crashing our mouths back together, hot and hungry. The kiss is fierce and possessive, stealing the breath straight from my lungs. Drew’s hands grip my ass, holding me tightly against him, and my hips grind against his, hands coming down to grip his shoulders in a futile effort to stay grounded because I’m already spinning into the stratosphere.

By the time Drew crashes through my bedroom door with me still in his arms, I’m very nearly desperate, every hesitation forgotten as lust and pleasure tangle together inside me. And when he turns, slamming the door shut and pinning me against it, rocking firmly into me so his cock slides over my clit though our clothes, I’m riding the edge in two seconds flat.

And he doesn’t stop.

Gripping my ass more firmly, he shifts me higher up his body, thrusting wildly, tongue plunging into my mouth as he anchors me to the door. My entire body trembles as I climb towards a peak I didn’t know existed, the whole thing so insanely hot it alters my DNA. Trapping Drew’s lower lip between my teeth, I bite down as I meet him stroke for stroke, my body writhing against his until I’m a tangled mass of nerve endings and pure, unadulterated want.

“Fuck yeah,” he grunts, pulling back to nip at my jaw and then sucking the spot hard enough there’s no way he won’t leave a mark. I hope he does. “Come for me, Catie. You’re going to come for me so many times tonight you’ll lose count. You’re giving me this first one right here against the door, and then I’m going to spread you out on your bed and strip you naked so I can bury my tongue in your cunt and see what you taste like when you’re wet and desperate because that’s how I want you. As desperate for me as I am for you because I am, baby. I’m so fucking desperate for you.”

Drew’s words, spoken in that needy rasp, and the way his hips hammer into mine, have my entire body clenching, my legs locking tighter around him as I tip straight over the edge, head falling back against the door, moan tumbling from my lips as pleasure slams into me, hard and fast.

I don’t even have time to recover before I’m cradled in Drew’s arms as he turns and walks towards the bed. He lays me down, crawling over my body and dropping his mouth to mine. He kisses me everywhere. Mouth, cheeks, throat. My jaw and neck. The spot where my pulse is hammering as he reaches down with one hand and pushes my sweater up. I freeze for a second as his hand meets my skin, but his mouth is right at my ear, whispering, “Relax, Catie. I’ve got you.”

And he does.

Somehow, he knows there’s a place I don’t like to be touched and he steers clear of it, skating his hand up my ribs as he inches the sweater higher, tracing the curve of my breasts and my collarbone before he lifts slightly and tugs the shirt up over my head, tossing it aside and staring down at me with hunger in his gaze.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs, golden eyes blazing a trail over my face and down to my purple lace bra. “So perfect.” He dips his head, closing his lips over my nipple through the fabric, fingers teasing the other side.