Drake walked Sarah back to her room that night, and they kissed at her doorstep for what felt like forever. He wished—rather fervently—that she would invite him in, but she only gave him a shy smile and that was it. That was fine, really. He wanted her to be comfortable, and maybe he’d pushed his Sarah a little too far with their play in the waves. Maybe she’d realized he’d jerked off while he sucked on her breasts, and that had alarmed her. He didn’t know what her boundaries were yet—mostly because she didn’t, either.Vaguely unsatisfied but still pleased, Drake headed back to his room and undressed, showered, jerked off, and went to bed instead of turning to his computer for late-night work.He’d just drifted off when a noise woke him from his sleep.Drake peered blearily at his dark hotel room. It was almost midnight—one hour after he’d left Sarah. He knew his assistants will never wake him unless it was very important.He hadn’t been asleep for long. What had awoken him?A soft
Sarah woke up out of a delicious sleep to the feel of something hard prodding against her buttock. She blinked at her surroundings. Big hotel room. Strange art on the walls.Warm body against her. One hand squeezing her bare breast. Erection pushing against her backside. Her pajama pants still on her legs, but no top.Oh.Flashes of last night flooded through her mind and she bit back her gasp. Arousal snaked through her veins, and she recalled vividly what she’d done to him . . . and what he’d done to her. And oh, it was fun. More than fun—amazing. She wanted more.But she peered at the alarm clock on the bedside table and sighed. Eight in the morning. She had to be at breakfast with Brown has she promised him the day before, and then she still needed to go with Stephanie for one last fitting and a makeup trial run to go through. There was no more time to lie back in bed and cuddle, as tempting as the thought was. So she peeled back the covers and started to edge out of bed.“No
When midnight passed and Sarah didn’t call him,Drake started to get concerned. Surely they weren’t out to dinner this late, were they?When one A.M. slid into two in the morning, Drake decided to go to Sarah’s room and talk to her. If she was hurting, he wanted to try to fix it. He knocked on her door, but there was no answer. He texted her. Still no answer. He waited outside of her room for ten minutes, impatient, and then when no one came by, he slipped a credit card into the lock and jimmied it. If she was in her room and ignoring him, the latch would be flipped and he wouldn’t be able to get in.But a moment later, he was able to get in, and the door swung open. The room was empty. Sarah wasn’t in.Where the hell was she?A twinge of worry cut through him, and he shut the door quickly again, then headed to the elevator.She wasn’t in the lobby. He searched the gardens, and she wasn’t there, either. The restaurant was closed due to the late hour, and the bar was empty of all
He didn’t carry her all the way back to his room. As much as he’d wanted to, Sarah had blushed and insisted otherwise. They’d walked back, hand in hand, instead. They were quiet, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable quiet. Rather, it was an anticipatory one.When they got into the hotel, Drake looked over at Sarah. “Did you want to go back to your room to get anything?”She shook her head, eyes shining. She looked so goddamn thrilled. Why couldn’t he shake the feeling that he was doing something incredibly dickish? He was cornered either way. He was going to either lose Sarah tonight, or lose her tomorrow. This way he at least made her happy, right?He’d just have to deal with the fallout.They went up to his suite and Drake locked the door and set the latch.He turned around. “Sarah, if you’re sure—”“Quit asking me if I’m sure. I’m absolutely sure,” she told him, and tore at the front of his shirt, ripping the buttons open.All right, then. He grabbed her and began to kiss her, hi
Her body jolted and then she squirmed. Her hands went above her head and wrapped in the blankets. “Oooh.”“Feel good?”“Feels like too much,” she moaned.“No such thing.” He leaned in and tongued it again. Her sweet taste filled his mouth, the scent of her enveloping him. There was a hint of musk to Sarah’s delicate flavor, and he couldn’t get enough of her. He began to lick her in earnest, dragging his tongue over her labia and collecting all the moisture he could find. His tongue glided up and down, and he nibbled on the lips of her sex when she got too silent. He liked her making those little noises of surprise and pleasure as she experienced oral sex for the first time. He wanted to blow her mind with it, so he did his best to keep her on edge. He licked his way up again, and then began to swirl his tongue around her clit.She moaned and began to rock her hips against his face, grinding against his mouth.And fuck, that was hot.“I goddamn love third base,” he whispered into
For some reason,Drake was sweating, even though the temperature on the thermostat read a balmy 74 degrees. Sarah adjusted his tie for him and then smoothed a hand down the shoulders of his black formal jacket. “You okay?”He gave her a distracted smile. “Great. Peachy.”Sarah nodded, but didn’t bring it up again. She couldn’t shake the feeling that Drakewas distracted and so unhappy at having to attend the publicity dinner with her, but she didn’t want to back down. This meant something to her. This meant he’d come out in front of all of his friends ,especially Lilian and would show them just how much being with her meant to him.And she needed that. She needed that badly. So she put aside any twinges of misgiving at Drake ’s stiff attitude. Last night had more than made up for any hint of distraction today. Dreamily, she put on the last touches of her makeup in his mirror and tried not to think about how incredibly intimate—and mind-blowing—last night had been. She’d expected it t
Sarah felt Drake stiffen against her for a split second, and the next thing she knew, she had her back pressed to the wall of her suite room and Drake was kissing her, his mouth hungry and passionate on her own.And maybe they should have been more worried about the fact that they still had the door of the suite open from when they rushed in, in an overeager bubble of lust, but Sarah couldn’t bring herself to care. And oh, sweet Mary, she’d missed him. She’d missed him so much. Hot tears began to trail down her cheeks even as she continued to kiss him, giving him every bit of pent-up passion she’d stored up in the last miserable hours of staying away from him. His mouth licked at her own, his hands cupping her face even as his knee worked between hers. And it was frantic, and glorious and—And her back was wet and sticky and when she turned her head, it made a squelching sound against the wall.“Wet paint,” she murmured against his hot, insistent mouth, and then dove her tongue
Morning sunlight struck his eyelids, drawing sleep back to the suppressed piece of his brain and effectively awakening him. Slowly, blue orbs were exposed to the dimly lit hotel room, and as they adjusted to the light pouring into them, as well as to the feeling of being cast from the dark recesses of his once sleep-stricken mind, objects in the room began to show up through the faintly blinding sunlight.A dresser was cast across the room sat beside a door he could only faintly remember belonging to a bathroom used to it's full capacity the night before. Set across from the doorway to the bathroom sat a balcony, again quite used the night before.The curtains connected to the balcony, shielding the sunlight only slightly, blew faintly through the minuscule crack between the glass door and the wall keeping it in place. Like a silk blanket, the warm smell of cinnamon, sex - or rather passion and love mingled together in one wonderful scent - and what almost seemed like...A brief and