Chapter Seventeen
Drew rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands and she immediately felt bad. He was clearly exhausted. Before she had a chance to apologize, he wrapped his arms around her, nuzzled into her hair and breathed deeply. “I know, Emma. I don’t want to put you off, and we will talk about it, I promise, but not tonight.”
She ran her hands up his back. “You’re right. I’m sorry, honey. Let’s get you into bed. You need rest.”
“Later,” he growled, and walked her backwards toward the couch, until she hit it with the back of her legs and dropped down. He kept pushing until she was full out along its length.
That tone, that look on his face. Emma shivered.
His knee pushed between her legs, pressed lightly against her center. She fought not to press against him, let him give her
