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

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

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

A wedding was no place for someone with a freshly broken heart, so Sarah did the best she could to hide her misery. The good thing was that she never had a moment to herself. From the time she woke up the next morning, she was part of the wedding whirlwind. The bridesmaids had breakfast together again, and gifts were exchanged with the teary—but radiant—bride. Then, the women had hair and makeup done, last-minute fittings and stitchings into their gowns, and then they all took a limo to the far side of the island, where a massive white tent had been erected to shelter the wedding party as the others arrived for the outdoor wedding. The wedding itself would take place on a white pier built especially for the ceremony, with tiers of steps for the bridesmaids to stand on. A cobblestone path had been created through the sand and smoothed over for the high heels of the women, and the chairs for the guests were carved wooden benches placed in the sand with white and red umbrellas dotting th

Drake rubbed Sarah’s shoulder as she leaned against him in the car. The drive to Drake’s apartment was fucking endless, and his entire body sang with a need to pull Sarah into his lap, tear down her panties, and drive into her.But he had to be patient. She was calling the shots for now, because she needed to feel comfortable again. That was why they were going all the way across town to his private apartment instead of heading to his place on the Upper East Side. Sarah was in control.At least until he got her naked and squirming under him. Then he was taking control, and he’d make sure she was screaming her pleasure before he even thought about his own.He nearly swore with relief when the apartment building came into sight. He opened the door, got out, and then held the door for Sarah. He gave the driver a nod, signaling that he wouldn’t need his services for the rest of the evening, and then wrapped his arm around Sarah’s waist again.She stared up at him with a soft, passion-