Chapter 12 He Only Fucks

• When I felt the cool blanket from the bed press into my back, I immediately felt my nipples harden into tight buds. Not only was I chilled from the blanket but I was so incredibly aroused by the man on top of me.
• Leaning back, Drake stared down at my body laid out in front of him and this time I didn't blush. He knelt between my legs and tugged his shirt from his shoulders, tossing it to the floor besides us. Now that I could see all of him. I gawked at the man. He was the most gorgeous human I had ever seen in real life and he had chosen to be with me tonight. Every muscle on his body was defined and I reached out to touch him, feeling that they were just as hard as they looked. His tattoos were much more complex than I had noticed before now and they had seemed to cover nearly every inch of him. Was it weird that I wanted to trace each one with my tongue?
• When he tugged at the string of his shorts, I froze. It had been quite some time since I'd seen a naked man between my legs and a part of me wanted to shield my eyes, yet not look away. He was so mesmerizing to look at and his actions seemed calculated as if he knew what he was doing on a professional level.