Page 33 of Wrapped in Winter
“Isn’t the anticipation of what’s to come the most exciting part?”
“I already know what’s to come, and I can’t wait to get it.”
“You really don’t,” I reply flippantly. “A few thrusts up against the wall is nothing to write home about.”
He shakes his head and a low chuckle escapes his lips. It turns me on. “Tonight there will be no walls.”
We pull into my driveway and the expectation of what’s to come is really coming down on me. I know I initiated it, I invited him, but now that we’re here, it feels too planned, premeditated. And I don’t know how to handle that.
He must sense the anxiety rolling like waves off me, because before I can reach for my door handle, he places his hand on my thigh. “Hey, it’s just you and me here. I want you to talk to me. I know what we’ve been saying all night, but it doesn’t have to happen. I’m perfectly happy just being with you, okay? There’s no expectation here.”
I exhale. The fact he recognized my feelings and addressed them, calming me, makes me feel good. Sean never did this. Sean wanted what he wanted. He expected things to happen the way he wanted them to. From dinners out to nights together, it was always on his terms.
“Thank you,” I say quietly. He squeezes my thigh and goes to open his door, but I grab his arm. He turns to me and I say, “But I’ve got a lot of expectations, Drake. Don’t let medown.” His slow smirk that charmed me the first night makes an appearance, and everything inside me burns.
He gets out his door, and I sit on pins and needles waiting for him to come around and open mine. He does, helping me down, and then he grabs the bags of party decorations. We walk inside hand-in-hand, and once the door closes behind us, all bets are off.
He drops the bags and pins me to the door, gathering my hands above me. He tilts his hips into mine and his lips are teasing, working me open before he sweeps inside. I meet him thrust for thrust before we break apart, catching our breath. “You taste so fucking good.” He kisses down my neck and is still thrusting his hips into mine when he leans back, looking slightly annoyed. “Fucking winter and all these goddamn layers of clothes.”
I laugh at him while unzipping my coat. He kicks off his boots, throwing his own coat to the floor, and continues complaining. “We’re not leaving this house until spring.” He bends at the waist and catches me over his shoulder. I let out a yelp as he slaps my ass. “I’m serious. This snow bullshit is ridiculous.”
“Don’t be such a baby,” I goad him as he walks down the hall, checking each room before stopping in front of my bedroom. He steadies me on my feet, wrapping his arms around me before I turn on him and grab his hand, pulling him inside.
We walk in slowly together, without hesitation. I flip on the little lamp that sits on my dresser, casting light into the room. It’s pale but leaves just enough for us to see each other.
“This time around, I want to take my time. I need to see and feel everything I missed the first time.” He holds my hand up, encouraging me to twirl around once before pulling me close again.
I shrug. “I kind of liked the first time.”
“Did you?”
“Mhm.” I trace his jawline with my finger then lean on my tiptoes and kiss him. “It was exciting.”
He chuckles low. “It sure was.”
He backs me to the bed and kisses me slowly. Taking his time, brushing my hair back, running his hands down my arms, linking our fingers together. I feel so much right now, my body is practically vibrating with every sweep of his hands.
I step back, gathering the bottom of my sweater and pulling it over my head. His eyes track my every move before reaching out to trace the strap of my dark-blue lace bra.
“You’re gorgeous.”
He kisses me again but with urgency this time. I can feel the momentum building between us. I run my hands under his shirt, over his abs and waist, while he pushes me onto the bed. We break apart and he yanks his T-shirt over his head, dropping it while going for the button on his jeans. I sit back and work mine over my hips before he steps up, grabbing the bottoms and yanking them from my body.
I laugh at his reaction. “Slow was nice, but I need more.” He kicks his jeans off, and I see him completely for the first time. His shoulders are broad, and his stomach cut. His smooth, tan skin feels like the Florida sunshine, and I let my eyes linger on his form. His boxers do nothing to hide his excitement that I already know about but can’t wait to be better acquainted with.
“January, if you keep looking at me like that …” His words linger in the air.
I get up on my knees on the bed and he climbs on, running his hands over my hips. “Like what?” I kiss him, biting his bottom lip and dipping my fingers inside his waistband.
His eyes roll before closing, and his lips part. “Like you want to eat me alive.”
“Isn't that what cougars do?” I whisper into his ear, and he lets out a laugh before throwing me to the bed and covering my body with his. He rocks his hips, settling in between my legs.
“This. This is what I was missing that first night. I need to be close to you.” He kisses the tip of my nose and cups my breast before smoothing his hand down my waist. “You felt fucking amazing, but I couldn’t see you.” He leans up on his elbow and tracks his hand with his eyes as he glides it over my body. Starting with my shoulder, he traces one finger across my collarbone, between the valley of my breasts, down my stomach, circling my belly button, all before running his hand over top of my lace panties. Then he drops his hand to the side and grabs hold of my ass, giving it a squeeze before completely covering my front with his and kissing me like there’s no tomorrow.
My breath is stolen from me with the precision and care of his actions. He pushes up, straddling my hips and leaning on his hands on either side of me. It’s then I notice a tattoo on the inside of his arm.
“This is beautiful. It’s a flower?” I let my fingers dance over it, turning his arm so I can see it. “Oh!” I look at him, then back to the tattoo, and my heart begins to beat quickly. I sit up and he slides back a tiny bit as I take his arm in my hand, tracing the letters under the pink flower. “Drake? What is this?”