Insatiable (3 page)

When I eased into my car, I was wet almost down to my bones. Drake walked away when I was talking on the cell phone, and now I watched him.

He removed a long brush from his trunk and began to clean his car. In minutes, he had his car running, and the front and back windows cleared enough to drive. I watched him close his driver’s door and walk back over to me.

“Bella, the snow is coming down pretty heavily now. You sure you don’t want a ride home?”

“The Auto Club will be here any minute,” I lied.

“Really?”
Drake asked. Judging from his raised eyebrows, I could tell he didn’t believe me. “The radio predicted Charlotte, North Carolina, is about to experience their first major snowstorm for the season. It is expected that we’re going to get anywhere from ten inches to a foot of snow. I’m sure the Auto Club is backed up with other calls.  I could have you in a warm bed in minutes, if you wouldn’t be so stubborn.”

“
Your
bed, Mr. Hart.”

“We could be inside of a warm, toasty house, sipping on Cognac in front of a roaring fireplace, or heating up the sheets in
my
bed, Bella. Come home with me?”

I stared into Drake’s handsome face, watched that wicked smile of his, and recalled every sinful thrust of his hips, and how I felt more alive in his arms than ever before.

“Get yourself laid.” Helena’s parting words filled my head. I had been laid—damn good—and I wanted more. Why not
have an affair
with my boss? Why not live for just the moment and have a man cater to my every need?

“It is not safe to be alone in a car in an empty parking lot, in the middle of a blizzard,” he whispered in my ear. “Come home with me.”

“Okay,” I said, gathering my things.

I slid into Drake’s silver Ferrari. I immediately smelled the expensive leather of his car.

He slid into the driver’s seat and shifted the gear into drive.

Everything about Drake spoke wealth: his car, his designer custom-made suit, and even his cologne smelled expensive. But that’s not what drew me to him.

I started to tremble.

“Bella, are you cold?” He asked, turning on the car’s interior lights.

Drake’s eyes swept over me and undressed me again with those shimmering eyes.

Hot air now blasted through a vent, warming my damp body. Although I wore a wool coat, I still had goose bumps on my forearms. Drake was too damn close, and my body ached for
him
.

Drake’s eyes were glued to my lips and slowly; they slid toward my eyes.

“Come here,” I heard him say—or did I?

Is my mind playing tricks on me?

Drake captured my lips with a hungry urgency. His tongue flickered and commanded a response by deepening the kiss. Thirsty myself, I turned into his arms for more. Our tongues danced and mated.

Wet and pulsating, I needed him there to ease my throbbing haven. I wanted his package deep inside of my treasure chest. Our hands entwined; our lower bodies rocked deeper and faster—until he loved me senseless.

Drake released my lips.

“I want you so bad I could take you in this car. You make me as horny as a teenage boy. Home, let-us-get-home,” he groaned.

I shook like it was our first kiss. He even had me forgetting to breath. My body now cried out for more oxygen.

The car was moving when my breathing became normal again, and my heartbeat steadied. I lay back against the leather seat, eyes closed, and just concentrated on breathing in and out.

I’d never been kissed like that. Drake’s hands had stroked my body until I wanted us joined at the hips again. His lips…his mouth had me spiraling. I wanted him as badly as he did me. Every few second, he took his eyes off the road and stared at me. His eyes shimmered like the ocean; and I wanted to be swallowed up by him.

I looked up as we pulled into a secluded gated community, and Drake eased his car up a long winding driveway which had been recently shoveled. He aimed the remote, and the garage door silently opened. We slid through it just as quickly, and the door closed us in nice and snug.

Drake extended his hand out to me. I followed him inside. We entered the room connected to the garage and stepped out of our wet shoes. Then, he led the way up the stairs. I was too keyed up to pay attention to my surroundings. I found myself inside of his master bathroom.

Warm water gushed down my body as I tried to ease the ache from our earlier lovemaking. Nervous, I bathed myself while anticipating what to come.

Drake eased the shower door open and slid behind me.

“Here, allow me to wash your back, Bella,” he said, without waiting for a response. That commanding presence of his, once again, took charge.

Sensually, he glided the soap across my back—tantalizing me by running his hands in a circular motion until I felt like I would wet myself.

“
Ahh
…my,” I moaned.

His hands swept across my hips and contoured my plump ass.

“You turn me on like no other woman, Bella.” Drake groaned

He dropped the soap and began to slide his fingers through my hair, massaging my scalp. He pulled me closer.

“I need to be inside of you, Bella.”

Drake’s hand followed that path. His fingers entered my wet, tight sheath from behind, and his thumb teased my nub—circling, stirring me until I felt I was floating—experiencing an outer body pleasure.

Pulsating waves of pleasure inflamed my body until I found myself on his bed. Lying flat on my back, Drake lay beside me. His thumb grazed one nipple while his tongue lavished the other. Heat secreted from his tongue, and the heat from his wood-burning fireplace kept us cocooned in our desires. All I needed was Drake to make us one and my love muscles clenching him ever so sweetly, and I’d be blissfully satisfied.

I shuddered as the stirring of an orgasm engulfed me.

“Bella, are you okay?” He asked, as if he hadn’t taken my body in that way.

My eyes slid across his face, taking in the heat from his eyes.

“I’m going to taste
all
of you, now,” his sensual bedroom voice crooned to me.

Drake’s tongue slowly trailed down my stomach, dipped into my treasure chest, and lapped up every bit of my sensual juices as if I were the gravy from his dinner. Fervently, he worked his way deeper into the center of my core.

“Drake…Drake, please stop—” I writhed into the bed and grabbed the sheet needing something to hold on to.

His tongue dipped rhythmically inside like a weapon. My body craved every dip, every stroke, until I screamed out from the pleasure.

“
Querdio
—
Darling, f
uck me now!” I cried out in desperation. I was more than ready for his tool.

He finally eased his length into my aching core, stretching my womb ever so sweetly. My feminine walls received, tightened, and surrounded all of him.

We danced seductively—slow, then fast—fast, then slow—creating an explosive friction of heat until the rhythm of our love saturated between us.

§

At dawn, I woke up to the sensuous rhythm of Drake’s morning erection against my ass.

“Hungry?” I moaned when his hands slid between my thighs.

“Famished,” he growled.

I turned, and he began a tortuous trail along my jaw line with his tongue, nibbling teeth. His kisses teased me and stirred me up. Drake sucked my bottom lip until it burned like the rest of me. Long, slow kisses clouded my mind, and his fingers set my body aflame.

I pushed Drake on his back.

“You want to take the lead.” He chuckled. “Let me help you.”

“Si.”

Drake lifted me. I clasped my legs around his waist until I eased down onto his hot flesh. Inch by inch, he glided through my quivering femininity, until he was so deep inside me we became one. We were one soul, joined in the most natural way between a man and woman. No color barrier, just a man and woman who knew what they wanted and went after it.

“
Delicious
,” I cooed.

Drake began a slow pumping motion. He lifted me by the ass, pulled completely out of me until the tip of his sex kissed my moist lips, and then he drove back inside—
hard
. My knees dug into the mattress as his cock took me to another world.

I am floating
.

He gave me more. Our eyes locked. Our breaths melded, and we had a smile of pure ecstasy on our faces.

“I’m
cumming
!”

“I want every damn drop, Bella.”

“Can you handle it?” I teased rocking my hips into him.

“I can handle everything you got!” he grunted.

We came together explosively. I came down hard, gasping for air,
laying
astride Drake’s damp chest.

Chapter Four

I eased out of bed; my body ached in all of the places Drake kissed, stroked, and avidly
thrusted
. It was a sweet, sweet pain that I could have enjoyed more of, but I was alone.

The smells of coffee brewing and bacon frying wafted in the air when I descended down the stairs. My toes dug into the thick, pile carpet, and my nose was attuned to the mouth-watering scents coming from the kitchen. Quickly, I took in the spacious living room furnished in turquoise and black leather, the magnificent artwork on the walls, and the formal traditional dining room.

I would check out Drake’s home later after I had eaten. My stomach rumbled because yesterday’s lunch had long since been digested. Drake’s sexual appetite had left me ravenous—I wanted a big breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon, home fries, and a cup of Columbian coffee.

When I stepped through the maple shutter doors, I saw Drake standing over the stove. I admired his bare chest and the way his silk pajamas bottom rode low on his hips as he lined up strips of bacon onto a plate.

Damn, he looks good in the kitchen.

“
Buenos
días
,
amor
,”
he said, to my surprise. “You’re just in time for breakfast. It’s hot and ready, just like my Latino lover.”

“
Buenos
días
,” I replied. “You speak Spanish?”

“
Sí
,
hablo
español
,
” he said eloquently as if he had being speaking it his whole life. He gave me a wicked smile, which reminded me when he dined on my cream last evening.

I was surprised by that news. In the heat of passion, I’d really let go, and spoken my desires to him in Spanish. He never said a word but sucked my quivering pussy until I begged for him to stop torturing me. I was mortified standing there in the doorway. I looked down at my attire: I wore no shoes, Drake’s large, navy blue silk robe still smelled like the many hours of our lovemaking.

“I need to take a shower,” I whispered.

Drake’s heady scent was all over my skin.

“Nonsense, the food will be cold, by then. We can both shower later.”