“Thank you for making me wait,” I whispered. “I didn’t get it at first, but I do now. And I’m glad we held out because it will mean more now that we know each other so well.”

“Still would have meant a lot if we’d fucked before, baby. But I needed to make sure you were completely ready to be mine before I had you. There’s no way in hell I’m letting you go after tonight.”

I shivered at his possessive tone. “I’m not going anywhere, Drake. I’m yours already.”

He smacked my butt before kissing the top of my head. “Damn straight you are.”

Drake picked me up and put me on the island countertop. He poured me a cup of coffee, adding creamer and sugar so it was exactly the way I liked it. I took a sip and my stomach growled loudly.

“You skipped too many meals yesterday. I should have woken you up and made you eat something last night,” he said as he grabbed a banana and handed it to me. “Eat this.”

“No, I’m glad you didn’t wake me. I needed the sleep more than food, Drake.” I unpeeled the banana and wrapped my lips around the tip. Once I knew I had his full attention on my mouth, I took a big bite and grinned at him.

“Ouch! You better watch those teeth later.” He shuddered, pretending to be scared. I chomped on the banana again, exaggerating the action for emphasis. “C’mom, let’s go find you some real food.”

He pulled me off the counter and handed me my coffee mug. I quickly finished the banana and threw the peel into the garbage so we could head up to the house to spend the day with his family.

chapter 13

Thanksgiving with Drake’s family was a riot. Drea was no help at all in the kitchen, so I hung out with his mom while Drake watched football with his dad. We cooked a huge feast, and I figured they’d have tons of leftovers. I hadn’t counted on how much of an appetite Drake and his dad would have. They devoured the meal and disappeared for even more football on TV. Drea helped with cleanup, and it was time for Drake and me to head back to the pool house before I knew it.

“Thanks for dinner, Mom,” he said as he walked into the kitchen.

“You’re welcome, but you better thank your girlfriend too. It was nice having someone around who was interested in helping me cook,” she answered.

“Mom,” Drea squealed in protest.

“Drea, I love you more than anything, my darling daughter, but you know your talents don’t extend to the kitchen,” their mom teased.

“At least I helped clean up the mess. That’s more than Drake can say he did,” she taunted her brother.

“This is true,” I agreed. “Did you bring me with you just so I could cook and clean for you?”

Everyone laughed, and Drake pulled me close. “I’ll show you why you’re here as soon as we’re alone,” he whispered into my ear.

“You guys go on now. We’re almost done in here,” his mom offered.

Drake grabbed my hand and pulled me to the door. “You don’t have to tell us twice. See you guys later,” he threw over his shoulder as he practically dragged me out.

“Hey, slow down,” I protested, stumbling behind him.

“No time for that,” he said as he picked me up. He tossed me over his shoulder and patted my butt.

“Drake, put me down!” I howled in protest, laughing at his antics.

“Hell no! I’ve got plans that can’t wait,” he replied as he rushed to the pool house. He threw the door open and turned to flip the lock. “Plans that don’t involve anyone interrupting us.”

He rushed up the stairs. His long strides had me bouncing on his shoulder, laughing. I kicked off my shoes, and he pounced on me. His body pressed mine into the mattress, and I wrapped my arms around him. Drake sat up and pulled his shirt off, tossing it onto the floor. He reached down, slid the bottom of my dress up, and exposed the thigh-high stockings to his gaze.

“So fucking sexy. You drove me crazy today, knowing what was waiting for me under this dress,” he rasped as his finger moved up toward my panties and felt how damp they were.

“I drove myself crazy, too,” I admitted.

“I can tell,” he said before he ripped them from my body. Drake pulled me to a sitting position and lifted my dress over my head. He flicked open the fastener of my bra and tossed it over his shoulder before cupping my breasts in his hands.

“Please, Drake,” I gasped as I arched my back toward him, pressing my breasts farther into his hands.

He bent his head to the first one, plucking at the hardened peak with his lips. He grazed it with his teeth and licked softly to soothe the sting, drawing moans from me. When he switched to the other side, I moaned. I reached down to hold his head to my body, but he pushed my hands away.