Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 57407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 230(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
“Some people are good at hiding those narcissistic tendencies around people they want to impress, like Elliott with your father,” Drew guessed.
“I just wish they wouldn’t meddle in my life. I’m an adult,” she said, her lips pursing in frustration. “I refuse to live my life attempting to live up to their expectations any longer. Which means letting them know they need to stop pushing Elliott on me at family dinners, and stop pulling him into my orbit, for good.” She stood up straighter and lifted her chin, a newfound determination glimmering in her eyes. “I hate confrontation and causing conflict and I’m dreading this conversation, but it has to happen.”
That show of fortitude impressed him. She was so much stronger than she realized, and confronting her parents would definitely be the first step in seeing that tenacity within herself, and believing in it.
He reached out and gently skimmed his thumb along her jaw, his gaze holding hers. “Whatever happens, I’m here for you.”
It wasn’t a declaration or even a promise of more, which he knew he couldn’t make right now when he had a huge decision to make at work, and about his busy life in general. But he wanted to be her safe space, that person she knew would support her unconditionally in all things.
“Thank you,” she whispered, her eyes filled with that same gratitude.
She placed a hand on his chest, leaning into him with her mouth tipped toward his for a kiss. But before their lips could touch, the sound of the sliding glass door opening made her jerk back, her eyes going wide at almost getting caught.
“It’s cake time!” Whitney announced in an excited, singsong voice. “Come and get it!”
Drew chuckled at his niece’s enthusiasm. “Come on,” he said, taking Georgia’s hand and leading her across the patio. “Cake makes everything better.”
She laughed. “Yes, it does,” she agreed, her angst seemingly gone for now as she followed him inside.
* * *
Georgia decided on the drive home that she didn’t want to dwell on anything negative, like her upcoming conversation with her parents. The only thing she wanted to think about was the way that Drew made her feel. Empowered. Heard. Understood. Things that built her up instead of tearing her down with judgment and criticism.
He also made her feel sexy and desired, and that’s what she decided to focus on for the rest of the night.
As soon as they entered her apartment, she tossed her purse onto a side table and kissed Drew with a heat and passion he enthusiastically returned, while pulling the shirt from the waistband of his jeans and nearly tearing it off his body in her haste to get him naked as soon as possible.
Wild and reckless, she raked her fingernails along his bare chest and abdomen on her trek down to the front of his pants. She popped open the button and whimpered in frustration as she struggled to pull the zipper over the stiff erection already straining against the denim.
His deep groan vibrated against her lips, and he grabbed her wrists, pulling her hands away. He lifted his mouth from hers and stared down at her, breathing hard. “Whoa, slow down, Tiger,” he rasped.
She shook her head, and since he held her hands hostage so she couldn’t touch him, she nipped his bottom lip with her teeth. “I don’t want anything about tonight to be slow.”
His eyes darkened, full of wicked intent. “What are you in the mood for?”
“I need fast, rough, mindless sex.”
The bold, brazen words made her face heat, but even as she stated her desires, she knew it wouldn’t be mindless. She was too acutely aware of Drew—the masculine scent of him, his strength, and the way she went up in flames wherever he touched her. But he didn’t need to know how deeply she felt for him, not when she had no idea where his own feelings stood with her.
“I want you to ravish me and do things to me that will make me blush, just like you promised earlier.”
Understanding passed across his features, as if he knew she needed to lose herself in pleasure after their earlier emotional conversation. “I can do that.”
Swiftly—and with little finesse—he stripped off her dress and the rest of her clothes while guiding her back toward the couch. He took control, giving her no choice but to let him choreograph all aspects of this seduction. When she was completely naked, he pushed her down so that she was sitting on the sofa cushion, then made equally quick work of removing his own clothes.
He didn’t give her much time to admire his thick, erect cock before he dropped to his knees in front of her. With his hands on her thighs, he spread her legs indecently wide, licking his lips while staring with hooded eyes at her bare sex, already slick with arousal for him.