by Lily Cahill
Nina flicked her eyes up to Drew. He looked at her and didn’t look away. Nina was pulled in, and she couldn’t have broken their locked gaze if she’d wanted to. “So, what about you? What’s your story?”
Drew flashed a smile. “Isn’t that something we should save for the interview?”
Nina grimaced. “This is all off the record, obviously.” Honestly, she’d forgotten all about the article or that Drew was her interview subject. She wasn’t sure when that had happened.
“You mean you don’t have that recorder hiding somewhere?”
Nina waggled her eyebrows. “Wouldn’t you like to know.” Jesus, she was flirting. But she couldn’t stop.
Drew’s eyes flicked to Nina’s cleavage for a second, and Nina gasped with laughter.
“Don’t stare at my tits or that is going in the article.” Nina typed out on an imaginary laptop. “Pervy Hart brother’s boob obsession.”
“I wasn’t,” Drew sputtered. “I didn’t ….”
“Hey,” Nina said, suddenly serious. “Drew, I’m kidding. I wouldn’t do that. When I say ‘off the record,’ I mean it.”
Drew blew out a big breath and looked up at Nina from where he’d ducked his head. “Sorry. After the bad press we were getting a few months ago because of Chase, I’m touchy about how the band is portrayed.”
Nina nodded and pressed her lips together. She kind of did wish she had her recorder right now. “How’d he …?” Nina stopped and waved her hand through the air. “You know what, we’ll cover all this in the follow-up interview. We don’t need to talk about it now.”
“No, I don’t mind. I just … I’m not exactly the mouthpiece of the band. But I can tell you the only reason Chase is still here is because he found Emily St. Clair.”
Nina’s body sloshed with alcohol, but an angle for the piece was beginning to form in her head. When she was sober, she was excited to pursue it.
“Let’s talk about something else,” she said.
They were sitting close, closer than Nina had realized until just a few moments ago. This close, she could see streaks of lighter brown threaded through Drew’s dark hair, could see stubble grazing his sharp jawline and a tiny smattering of freckles under the dark hair on his muscular arms. Nina flicked her gaze up to Drew’s face and lost herself in his green eyes. She barely stifled a gasp as his large, warm hand grazed her knee.
“Thank you,” he said, his voice low and deep and so intimate Nina’s core started smoldering.
He made to pull away, but Nina grabbed his hand and held it against her thigh. Shock flashed in Drew’s eyes, followed by another of those irresistible smiles.
Nina licked her lips, then smiled back.
Her head, which was exerting less and less pull against the demands of her body, reminded her that this was a really bad idea. Neon warning signs flashed in her mind, blaring things like “unprofessional” and “too impulsive.” Drew’s hand slid higher up Nina’s leg, the heat of his searching fingers scorching her even through the layer of her jeans. All the warning lights blinked out. Nina breathed deep and spread her legs for him.
Drew leaned close, passion blazing in his eyes. Nina could see his pulse jumping in his throat.
“You want to get out of here?”
Nina’s breath shuddered. “God, yes.”
Drew jerked his chin toward Clem, already tugging his wallet out of his jeans. Nina shoved a hand into her purse too, fishing around for some loose bills. Drew frowned, but Nina spoke over him. Even in her lust, there were certain things she was staunch about.
“We’re splitting the tab,” she said, finality coloring her tone.
Drew didn’t argue, but he did throw down more than enough money onto the table. Nina did the same—adding a generous tip for Clem on top of their bar tab. Screw waiting for the check. Urgency took hold of Nina, and she felt certain if she didn’t peel Drew’s clothes off him within the next few minutes, the ache in her core would kill her.
“My place is around the corner,” she said, her voice rough with desire.
Drew could only growl in assent. He grabbed her hand and tugged her out the door. It was cool out, even though LA winters were mild. But Nina barely felt the brisk ocean breeze, her body was too consumed with a blazing desire for Drew.
Drew’s large hand roamed up from her fingers to her arm, grazing along the inside of her elbow then tucking in around her back. Nina shivered at the touch, at the insistence she could sense in just his fingertips.
“Where’s your place?” Drew asked, his voice deep and delicious. “I don’t know how long I can wait to kiss you.”
“Here,” Nina breathed. “It’s right here.”
They practically tumbled to a stop at her apartment—a nondescript door in the wall between a bakery and a florist. Nina shoved her key into the lock and nudged the door open with a hip, then dragged Drew in behind her.
The stairs up to her apartment were dark, just silvery light filtering in from the street outside, and it was quiet. In the silence, Nina heard Drew’s breath, ragged and quick.
Then his hands were on her, all over her. His giant hands roved up her sides, teased at her breasts, then higher. Heat and cold ravaged her skin where his hands had traveled, an achingly perfect combination that made her nearly moan with the anticipation of what was still to come. Feeling behind her, Nina climbed up a step so she could more easily reach Drew’s mouth and grabbed onto his shoulders.
She dragged him closer as his hands found her face. He was silhouetted, just the dark outline of a large, strong man. But his eyes—she could still sense his vivid green eyes on her. Nina licked her lips, then closed the distance between them.
His lips were a wonder—soft and powerful, hesitant for a moment against her mouth, then unabashedly sure. He kissed her deeply, urgently, the movements of his mouth saying everything he never did. Drew’s tongue slipped along the edge of Nina’s upper lip, then delved into her. Nina moaned against his mouth and tangled her hands up into Drew’s pulled-back hair.
“Jesus,” Drew groaned against Nina’s mouth. He growled and nipped at Nina’s lower lip. “The things I want to do to you, Nina.”
Nina pulled back and let her hands trail down the hard plane of Drew’s chest and stomach. She flirted at the edge of his jeans, her fingers tantalizingly close to his dick.
“Like what?” Nina purred. In the dark like this, she could imagine all sorts of dirty deeds she was aching to do to this man.
“Off the record?” There was laughter in Drew’s voice, and a sort of debauched challenge.
With confident movements, Nina pressed her hand against the bulge in Drew’s pants. “So far off the record, Drew, you have no idea.”
Drew leaned close to Nina’s ear. “I want to taste you.” His thumb grazed along the seam of Nina’s lips, “here,” he whispered. His hand trailed lower to her breast, then his fingers pinched at her hardened nipple. “Here,” he said.
Nina was nearly panting with need, but Drew wasn’t done teasing. His fingers walked their way down her stomach, her hip, across her thigh. God, she was so wet. Her pussy was throbbing with desire as Drew’s fingers pressed between her legs to rub against her hot center.
“Here,” he growled.
Then he hauled Nina into his muscular arms, his hands clamped under her ass. Nina held on tight as Drew climbed the stairs into her apartment.
“The bedroom’s down there,” Nina said, nearly frantic. She pointed down the open loft’s one hallway. God, she couldn’t wait to have this man in her bed.
Drew shook his head, his eyes roving over the large, open space. “Too far,” he grunted. Nina watched as his eyes locked onto something behind Nina, and he strode across the entryway.
Nina twisted in his arms to see where he was taking her and widened her eyes. It was an alcove just behind them—opposite the living room. Nina’s desk, laden with books and her closed laptop off to one side, was pushed up against the far wall, a giant window looking out towa
rd the ocean.
With one sweeping motion, Drew shoved aside the books to clear a space and slid Nina’s ass onto the desktop. It was shadowy in the alcove, but the large window let in enough light to let Nina watch as Drew stood back and took her in.
His gaze was reverent, his hands light against Nina’s skin as he touched her, almost like he wasn’t sure she was real. Nina didn’t want light, she didn’t want hesitation. She wanted to feel his hard body against hers, she wanted to make him come. Nina grabbed his hand and held it firm against her breast.
Whatever hesitation Drew had been feeling fled. He kneaded her breasts, running his thumb over her nipples peaking under black T-shirt. Nina wrapped her legs around his hips and hauled him closer. Their mouths collided together in a fiery kiss that lit up every nerve in Nina’s body. She grabbed hold of Drew’s strong back and held on tight.
Drew’s fingers left her breasts and tugged at the hem of her tee. Nina lifted her arms up overhead for him to yank it off, then he unclasped her bra. For whatever else she thought about her curvy body, Nina loved her breasts—but the hungry look in Drew’s eyes as he beheld her naked chest made her grin.
“Yeah,” she purred. “I’ve got great tits.”
Drew dragged his hand along Nina’s collarbone then down to her breast. He kneaded her naked breast, his fingers swirling in to pinch at her nipple. Both her nipples were pierced, and the feeling of the metal rings rubbing against her sensitive nipples just made every sensation of his fingers heightened.
Drew dipped his head to Nina’s chest, his breath warm against her skin. “God,” he growled. “You’re driving me wild.”
Then his mouth closed around her skin and he sucked at her. Nina keened and arched her back, pressing her breasts harder into his mouth and hand. He licked and sucked at her, his teeth grazing against her nipples and making Nina’s breath puff out in rapid, short bursts. Her core was aching, resonating with each suck and nip of his mouth against her tits. God, this was unreal.
And then, just when Nina didn’t think she could take much more, Drew pulled back. He was panting too, his shoulders heaving. His fingers tugged at her pants, yanking the button open. Nina shifted her weight onto her hands and pushed her hips up as Drew pulled her tight jeans down her ass and thighs. Nina kicked off her ankle boots, and they thudded to the concrete floor. Drew peeled her pants and black thong down her legs, until Nina was completely naked.
Nina sat up tall and looked Drew straight in his eyes. He stared at her like she was a goddess, and she felt it. A womanly goddess with wide hips and thick thighs. Nina ran her hands along the inside of her thighs and spread her legs wide. Drew groaned, his hands covering Nina’s.
Drew pushed their entwined hands higher, until Nina could feel the heat of her aching pussy against her fingers. With Drew’s hand guiding her, she rubbed her clit then dipped her fingers into her slit. Drew groaned again then pulled Nina’s fingers to his lips. He sucked her fingers into his mouth, and Nina’s eyes fluttered closed with the amazing sensations cresting through her body.
“Keep them closed,” Drew growled.
Nina listened.
She felt the heat of his mouth against the inside of her knee, slowly trailing higher and higher. She arched her hips upward just as Drew’s hot, hot breath whispered against her clit. Nina moaned in anticipation and threw her head back. Then his fingers were there, teasing at her slit. He plunged his fingers into her at the same time that his mouth found her clit. He sucked and flicked at her as his fingers worked.
Nina arched again, pressing her body against his wonderful mouth. Shivers rolled over her skin, then her core went rigid. She was so close, so close.
Drew pulled his mouth away, his fingers too. Nina was shaking with desire, her body almost weak with the overpowering strength of her oncoming orgasm.
Nina blinked her eyes open and locked her gaze with Drew. He dragged the back of his hand across his wet mouth and then reached for the button of his pants. Though her core was still throbbing with need, Nina climbed down from the desk and pushed Drew’s hands away. She yanked his pants open and shoved them down his muscular thighs, delirious with a desire to feel the heat of his cock under her hand, plunged inside of her. After pausing to grab a condom from his wallet, Drew toed out of his boots and tugged his pants off the rest of the way.
He still had his shirt on, but at the sight of his giant cock, Nina couldn’t stand to wait another second.
She took the condom from him, tearing it open as she stared straight at him. He threw his head back as Nina slowly rolled the condom down his straining dick. “Fuck me,” she commanded.
Drew growled and grabbed onto Nina’s hips. He spun her around so she faced the window and bent her over the desk. Nina shoved the rest of the books out of the way, sending them clattering to the floor. Normally, Nina didn’t allow men to see her back so close—not when they could see her scars. But right now, the scars were the furthest thing from her mind. What she cared about in this second was Drew, Drew inside of her. Nina pushed her ass out and spread her thighs, then glanced over her shoulder at Drew with a wicked smile.
Drew ran his fingers along her slit then spread her pussy open, positioning himself behind her. He paused at her opening, his massive dick pressed hot and hard against her.
“Fuck me, Drew,” Nina said again, not keeping the heat out of her voice.
Drew thrust himself into her, and Nina cried out. God, he went so deep. Nina clenched her pussy tight around his cock as he dragged out of her, then he pumped into her again. Deeper, harder. Nina had never felt so … full in her life. The feeling of him inside of her, his cock buried deep, made Nina shudder with desire. She pressed her ass against his hips, and Drew clenched his hands on her hips.
He thrust again and again, until everything in Nina pulsed in rhythm with it. A deep, desperate longing was building in Nina, like a giant wave heading for shore. She wanted to crash against the sand, be dashed against the rocks. She wanted to come with Drew buried deep inside of her.
Drew groaned and pumped harder, faster, and she could feel his need growing right along with hers. He let go of her hips to run his hands roughly up her sweat-dampened back. His hands wrapped around her ribs to knead at her breasts again, and Nina nearly screamed his name out.
Her body clenched tight, tight, tight, then her orgasm rushed through her, a tsunami of sensation that didn’t seem to stop. Wave after wave crashed over her as she keened. Drew’s cock thrust one last time deep into Nina, then he roared his own completion.
Nina, panting, laid her forehead onto her forearms. She felt numb and electric at the same time. He knees quaked, and as Drew withdrew his dick from her, she was afraid for a moment she’d actually collapse. But then his arms were there.
He scooped her up and carried her to bed.
Chapter Four
Drew
DREW GENTLY LAID NINA DOWN onto her bed and stood back, admiring her perfect form. He had never seen a creature so beautiful, like something out of a painting of bronze-skinned goddesses. Her body was a wonder of curves and dips, nothing flat or hard about her. Seeing her naked was so different from the persona she exuded in her tough, structured clothing. Now, she was soft and almost gentle, lying like this on her downy white comforter.
Drew unbuttoned his shirt and let it drop to the floor, fully nude. He hoped Nina liked what she saw as much as he did.
Nina’s eyelids were heavy as she watched him, her movements languid and she stretched her arms overhead and moaned as she stretched. The soft moonlight glinted off her bronzed skin, highlighting tiny, dark lines along the inside of her arms.
Drew had noticed the same lines across her back—small slash mark scars—but he fought the urge to look closer. Nina seemed at ease with them, and he didn’t want to do anything to make her uncomfortable. Especially with the way her eyes were traveling down from Drew’s face to his broad chest and muscled stomach. The heat in her dark eyes made his cock stir.
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�Are you go to say anything or just stand there?” Nina’s voice broke around him, made Drew smile. It wasn’t a simple task, making Drew smile. But Nina seemed to do it easily.
“I just got exactly what I wanted,” Drew said. “Now what about you?”
Nina laughed softly and pushed up on her hands to sit. She reached out and dragged her fingers up Drew’s thigh to his hip. “What you wanted just made me come harder than I think I ever have,” Nina said. She tilted her head and peered up at Drew. Her fingers found the shaft of his dick and stroked him softly. “So I’m happy to oblige your desires, Drew Hart.”
Nina smiled again—something wonderfully naughty flashing in her eyes—then wrapped her hand around his hardening cock. “For now, at least.”
Drew kneeled between Nina’s legs and pushed her back down to lay on top of the bed. He fell onto his hands, framing her cloud of dark hair that floated around her face. He dipped his shoulders to press a kiss against Nina’s lips.
“Then for now,” Drew said, “I’d like to make you come on my cock again.”
Nina sighed and squirmed on the bed. She lifted her legs to wrap around Drew’s hips and pulled him closer. His cock was hard again, eager to feel her tightness around him. He’d never felt something like this, something so complete. He knew fated mates were supposed to fit together—a key to a lock—but he’d never expected it to be like this. This … this was perfection.
Drew let Nina’s sure hands guide him to her opening, then he slid into her. It was slow at first, tantalizing and sensual. Drew kissed Nina deeply as he worked himself in and out of her. But soon they were building to near-frenzy. Nina’s legs were tight around Drew’s hips, her fingers raking down his back.
She panted his name, clamped her eyes shut, then she was keening again, long and loud. God, he loved that he could drive her to such primal noises. It sent him tumbling over the edge of orgasm. His body shuddered then released, and he felt himself spill inside of her. And it felt so, so right.
