He moved his head forward, moaning softly yet deeply, and I knew I was helping. His body grew more fluid in my hands, and he placed his own on my calves wrapped around his waist, working them under his strong touch.
Once I was done, I glided my hands down his arms, then to his chest. He placed a hand on one of mine when I did. I noticed he stopped it right over his heart. Smiling, I moved my other hand to rinse him off. The soap cascaded down his back, and I placed a kiss on every new section that cleared.
He drew in a breath, his heart racing under my hand. When I was done rinsing him off, I pulled both arms around his large body and laid my cheek on his back. He held my arms there, and we sat in silence.
Out of nowhere, I found myself speaking. “Drake?”
He was only silent for a moment. “Yeah?”
I rubbed my cheek on his back. “You shouldn’t…” I bit my lip. Should I go there with him now? He was so vulnerable, but maybe that was why I should. He needed to hear something to make him feel better. Something positive. With that notion, I continued. “You shouldn’t assume your mother didn’t care about you because of the reason she gave you up.”
My hands rose and fell when he breathed in deeply. “Lace…”
I closed my eyes, forcing myself to continue. “I’m just saying you don’t know all the facts. Only your birth mom knows that. You can’t let you heart fall that way. Especially since you don’t know everything. You were completely innocent in this and—”
His head lowered, and I couldn’t continue. I felt I was only making things worse instead of better. After my silence, he remained quiet and anxiety bubbled in my chest when he released my hand from his heart.
“Let me wash you now,” was all he said.
He didn’t give me a chance to respond before he stood from the water. I didn’t know what else to do but maneuver around so he could. He didn’t have me move into the same position we were in when I washed him. He motioned me to my knees, a tense expression on his face. I knew I upset him. I did, so I stayed quiet as he gathered soap. I didn’t want to make things worse.
He moved his large hands over my body. My shoulders. My breasts. It wasn’t sexual, though. He was just washing me like he said. He had me straddle him when his hand slid between my legs. He didn’t look at me while he washed me there. I closed my eyes, hating that I made things worse.
Once he had me rinsed and clean, he stood and left the tub. His back was all I saw as he left the bathroom.
I held my body in silence, feeling suddenly self-conscious. Why couldn’t I have kept my mouth shut?
He came back, and he had a towel wrapped around his waist, covering himself. He held out another towel on his arm to me, the same tight expression on his face as when he left.
I still had my arms wrapped around myself when I stood. He got me covered quickly and lifted me from the tub. I kept silent as he patted my body with the towel. The whole time he was drying me I raked my mind on what to say. How I could apologize for imposing on a situation I knew nothing about. I was supposed to be his support system and all I did was mess things up.
Suddenly, I was in his arms again. I slid my arms around his neck, and he took me into the bedroom. I was placed gently on the bed, then he left the room.
He left.
I pulled the towel in tight under my fingertips, lowering my cheek to the pillow.
Quick steps padded into the room. I turned, and my eyes twitched wide. It was Drake of course, but he’d removed his towel, completely naked before me.
He stalked toward the bed, his breathing rapid and a smolder in his eyes that made the breath leave me. The bed dipped, and in the next moment, his large body was above me. I didn’t have a second to think before his lips crashed down on mine.
There was so much urgency, so much longing, that I didn’t hesitate kissing him back. I wanted nothing more and placed my hands to his cheeks, quickly becoming codependent on the connection of our lips.
He ripped my towel open and ran a hot touch over my body. I parted my legs and gasped when he pushed a long finger directly inside me.
He groaned against my lips, inserting another digit. He moved around, feeling his way inside me, and my back bowed off the bed from the pressure.
“Lacey…” he breathed against my lips.
The feeling of his fingers was so intense, I whimpered, gripping his shoulders.
“Lacey, let me have you,” he pleaded, my mouth trembling under his. “I need you, Lacey. Please let me take you.”
There was so much emotion in his voice, an intense need I never heard from him before. He wanted to have my body for his own. Wanted permission to take what he needed.
From my lips, I heard a desperate yes escape, and without warning, his fingers lodged deeper. So very deep, and his thumb moved over my clit. I squealed, my body arching as he worked me earnestly.
I grabbed his arms, digging my nails into his flesh. He grunted, strumming me quicker and with more vigor. The line between pain and pleasure was so thin it maddened, but I knew what he was doing to me was what I wanted. I knew because I found myself pushing my mound against him to be taken even more roughly.
He grabbed my breast with his free hand. Rolling my nipple between two fingers, he growled out words that were quickly sending me over the edge. Things like, “That’s right, baby. Come for me,” and, “Feel me. Feel me deep inside you.”
He pinched my clitoris, and I gushed around him, shuddering like I had the first time he touched me intimately. Like the first time he ever made me come.
I slumped in dependence when his fingers left my body, still craving his touch long after my orgasm. He lifted those very fingers to his mouth, and my lips parted as he licked them gingerly, tasting my arousal. There was such heavy lust in his eyes, my taste causing his dark irises to dilate.
He sought my lips again, his mouth latching onto mine. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. I just tasted. Him, me, and the combination of our taste. The hunger he had for me reflected in the way he kissed. The way he touched.
He gripped my hip, guiding me to my stomach. I didn’t hesitate, trusting him completely. My cheek touched the pillow, and his hands feathered my sides. He pulled me back to him by my hips, and my tight nipples brushed the bedding.
He had me in such a vulnerable position; able to do whatever he wanted to me. I wasn’t nervous, though. I had no reason to be with him.
His hands braced my bottom, kneading me under a strong touch. He trailed light kisses up my spine, and his warm chest touched my back, his hardness right up against me. He made it to my ear, and his lips brushed the sensitive skin.
“Please,” he breathed, his voice sounding so weak, so exposed. “Please let me take you.”
I backed up, pressing against him. “Yes.”
He grabbed my hips and entered my sex in a quick thrust. A startled cry escaped my throat, and I gripped the bedding underneath my fingertips. He slid out only slightly before slamming into me again, and I bit my lip, moaning deeply.
He groaned, moving his hands hotly down my thighs. He dove into me once again, gathering my breasts in his hands this time. After that, his motion was continuous, fluid and driven by passion. I raised my hips, attempting to match every thrust, every ounce of power behind me.
He picked up, and I knew he was close. I was too, and I closed my eyes, waiting for the wonderful wave. I was on the brink when he suddenly pulled out of me. I was turned over, and he brought me to him by my thighs. I looked at his eyes, but he had them closed. I wanted to see them.
I touched his cheeks, and they opened. His eyes were glassed, laced with a vulnerability I’d never seen in them before. He kept them trained on me while he entered me again. I didn’t let them veer away. I kept focus on him as well, allowing him to take my body places only he had a way of doing.
He slammed his hips into me again, and a wave of electricity flowed deep into my core. My eyes rolled back, and I burst around him, my sex clenching from his m
ass.
That was enough for him, and his hands dug into my thighs as he came. His warmth flowed into me, and his body shuddered above, his eyes half-mast.
He slumped, and I brought him into my arms. He was still inside me, but I didn’t let him leave right away. I wasn’t ready to let him go, and by the way he held me back, I knew he wasn’t ready to leave either.
Chapter Nine
I woke up with the bright sun of Seoul shining on my face through the drawn blinds. How late or how early it was I didn’t know. I just knew I was alone, and Drake’s side of the bed was cold. He’d been gone for a while.
I rolled to my side and moaned from the soreness between my thighs. But it wasn’t a bad soreness, and the fullness was missed.
I blinked up at the door when the man I was just thinking about entered the room. He had a set of ear buds in; his body covered in a thin a layer of sweat. By the tight-fitting tank top and matching black athletic pants he wore, I gathered he just got done working out. I wished he had woken me up. I would have gone with him.
He noticed me awake and lowered his head like he was trying to avoid eye contact. He pulled the buds out of his ears. “Hey.”
The sound of his voice caused me to smile. I pushed my messy curls out of my face. “Hey. You just get done working out?”
He nodded, his hands restlessly playing with his ear buds. “Yeah. I wanted to burn off some restless energy. They have a nice gym here.”
He was acting so nervous and fidgety. “That’s good.” I gnawed my lip, not knowing what else to say. There was one thing I wanted though. “Why don’t you, um, come back to bed? I wanna lay with you for a little while.”
Gazing at the floor, he looked unsure. In the end, he said, “Okay. Just let me shower really quick.”
I was left alone. Staring up at the ceiling, I waited for him. The bathroom door crept open moments later and Drake came out. His rippled chest was bare and he was running a towel through his dark locks. It mussed it up, leaving it in a sexy spiky style that brought a smile to my lips.
He left his boxers on when he came back into bed. He usually didn’t wear anything while in bed, so that let me know he was closing himself off for some reason; letting me know not to expect anything.
I frowned at that. I didn’t expect sex, but it did sadden me that he was putting an intentional wall between us. Despite that, he did open his arms to me, and I went right in. His body held warmth from the shower and the distinct scent of him lined his skin. Juniper with earthy notes.
I kissed his warm chest, loving his taste. When I got to his neck, his arms tensed around me. I gazed up, seeing the anxiety lacing his eyes.
I rubbed his arm. “What’s wrong? Did I do something?”
He closed his eyes, and a curse fell from his lips. “No, Lace. You did nothing wrong.”
“Then what is it?”
He looped his hand around my arm, running his touch up and down. “I’m… I’m sorry I was so rough with you last night.”
That was what was bothering him? I couldn’t help the light laugh I made.
He must not have understood I wasn’t bothered by last night because he continued to apologize. “I didn’t hurt you, did I? God, Lacey, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean—”
“To give me one of the most amazing sexual experiences I’ve ever had in my life?”
His eyes twitched open wide, shocked, and I took advantage by placing a kiss on his lips. When I pulled back, his eyes were even larger.
I touched his lips with my fingers. “Don’t worry. I rather liked it.”
He couldn’t have looked more surprised by my words. “You did?”
“Yeah. It was… fun. I’m not saying we should go out and buy chains or whips or anything, but it was nice to be handled more aggressively.”
His lips lifted a bit shyly. “Even if it was, the way it happened was completely inappropriate. You didn’t deserve that, and I apologize.”
“You have nothing to apologize for.” I kissed his cheek, keeping my lips there. He smelled so nice. His skin so smooth and soft. “You’re human. Humans get upset sometimes. It’s okay.”
The tenseness in his arms relaxed as he snuggled me close to his body. I knew he still wasn’t okay by what happened, but hopefully he would let it go. I didn’t want him to feel guilty for getting emotional. Especially, when I knew he’d never hurt me.
The room went silent, and I sighed, placing my hand on his chest. “So what now?”
I didn’t feel I needed to elaborate on my question. It was time to figure out what was next for him. What the rest of this trip would consist of.
He shrugged, letting out a long breath. “I don’t know. Last night I wanted to be done. But now, after thinking about it…” He shook his head. “I don’t know.”
“I think your mom is right that you shouldn’t do anything you’re not ready for. You have your whole life to come here. To find her.”
He chewed the inside of his lip. “Yeah.”
“Maybe the rest of our time here should just be a vacation. We can see the sights. Eat some delicious food.” I nudged him, and he smiled. “No commitments. No pressure.”
He dipped his chin. Lifting his hand, he played with my hair. “I’d like that.”
“Good.”
He watched as I left his arms and hopped from the bed. I took a sheet, wrapping it around me as I went into the sitting area of the suite. I grabbed some travel brochures by the hotel room phone, then brought them back to the bedroom.
Drake was sitting with his arms rested on his knees when I returned.
I got between his legs, and he rested his chin on my shoulder. I just about forget what I came in to do with his long limbs surrounding me. I forced myself to keep mind over matter with the pamphlets.
“Let’s take a look through these.” I fanned them out on the bedspread. “You said there was an indoor theme park.”
Reaching in front of me, he grabbed a pamphlet that had what looked liked a Disney castle on the front. “That would be Lotte World.”
Chapter Ten
I’d say the Disney castle on the front was quite accurate when Drake and I finally got to the indoor theme park. According to the park map, part of the park was inside and part of it was outside. In the outdoor area, there was a huge castle that would have Cinderella checking twice to make sure she was at the right place. I couldn’t wait to see it, but we started inside first. I was worried on the way over. Drake didn’t feel we’d need a translator for our trip since the park would be a very touristy area. Last time we went into the city, I didn’t mind not having one since we were so close to our hotel. Now, we had no resources.
Drake kissed the back of my hand, assuring me we’d be okay, so I let my worries cease and enjoyed the park. There was so much to do. Booth games, rides, both large and small, and even an ice skating rink. I doubted we’d make it through everything to even get outside, but we attempted anyway.
Drake was thankfully a thrill-seeking junky like me, so we started on the roller coasters. We wanted to get those out of the way before we ate.
For obvious reasons.
There was actually a height restriction on one of them. I’d never heard of someone being too tall for a ride before, and I snickered when Drake deliberately buckled his knees as a Lotte World worker studied the line for lawbreakers. I got the whole thing on camera, capturing his first smile of the day. I was so happy to see it.
His height didn’t hinder him on anything else, and we moved on to the carnival-style games after the rides. They didn’t have any wait so we were able to do several. Drake was determined to win me a stuffed animal. It took him a couple of tries, but he got me a fluffy bunny, which I fully appreciated. I was never good at those games.
We took shots at a picture booth after that, in which my bunny was right in my lap. I made a show out of it being a priority in the photos. Sometimes pushing Drake out of the shot with it. The last one, he covered the bunny’s eyes as he kissed me.
That one was my favorite.
By this time, it was late afternoon and we were both pretty beat. We decided to skip the outdoor portion and just have some lunch before heading back to the hotel. To get the full Lotte World experience, we opted for quick service at one of the restaurants.
When I ordered, I went by the pictures and got something that tasted pretty good. It was quite spicy, though, so I wasn’t able to finish it all.
One of the Lotte World workers happened to be sweeping around us and offered to take our trash.
I gave her mine, then picked up my cellphone. “I’m going to go ahead and call Han to come and get us. Do you want to go anywhere else?”
Drake shook his head. “I’m kinda tired. But,” he paused, scooting over to me. “I think I can find a little more energy for something else before I take a nap.”
He nudged my cheek, and I giggled.
The female worker dipped her head in shyness at our PDA, and I casually moved away. Not wanting to be rude. The woman said something in Korean, gesturing to Drake’s trash. When he held it out, he smiled directly at her.
“Gamsahabnida, thank you,” he said to her.
She bowed, taking his plate. Her head lifted, and for some reason, her eyebrows narrowed when she made direct eye contact with Drake. Out of nowhere, her dark eyes went wide, and she placed her hand to her mouth. The trash she held fell to the floor, but before we could question her weird reaction, she rattled off quick phrases of Korean to Drake.
I grabbed his shoulder. “What’s going on? What’s she saying?”
He shook his head. “I don’t know. She’s speaking too fast.” He lifted his hands to her, trying to calm her with slower phrases.
She didn’t seem to understand that we couldn’t understand her and only spoke quicker. She was growing more erratic, her voice more excited by the second. The panic was rising inside me, but thank goodness Drake was calm.
He gazed around at the busy food court. “Excuse me, does anyone speak both English and Korean?”
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