Sinners and Saints

Sinners and Saints Chapter 30.2 - But It Sure Feels Nice

“She must be very interested in you to personally manage you,” he huffs in my ear as he hands me my drink. 

“She set up a silly game – me against her two best succubi,” I tell him low, “The best sex story in the morning wins.” 

“So is that all I am to you, Claire?” he takes a step back, appraising me in a new way, “Just a mark?” 

“Of course not,” I reply, “If all I was looking for was an easy lay, I’d have done it by now.” 

Drake looks at me again.  He’s back to his cocky self, “So are you looking for a hard lay tonight, Claire?” he asks, the smolder back in his voice.  It’s all I can do to keep from kissing him right now.  His lips are inches from mine and every nerve in my body is aware of how close he is to me.  His left hand hovering over my hip.  His right reaching for my cheek.  His chest, leaning in toward my own. 

“There’s a lot I need to catch you up on,” I tell him, trying to cap my feelings for now.  Drake deserves to know the whole truth about what I’ve learned since leaving Miami.  And everything I learned by coming back, “You said something about dancing?  And you still haven’t answered why you’re here.” 

His half-smile comes back, a sign that he’s enjoying the cat and mouse that we’ve always played, “All in good time, Claire-bear,” he chuckles, “But yes, I would love having that body pressed closer to me for an hour or two while I listen to your tale.  I’m afraid mine will pale in comparison.” 

“You?  Afraid?” I tease him and shift myself subtly toward the door.  He’s a master at body language and he knows I’m ready to get out of here, “Pray tell.” 

Two hours later, drinks long-forgotten on some table the waiters have probably long-since cleaned up, Drake and I are still swaying to the instrumental band.  I’ve told him everything – well, everything except anything having to do with Jamie – and he hasn’t let go of me.  In fact, he’s held me tighter the whole time.  And – true to his word – his story isn’t nearly as interesting as mine.  He’s here with some rich cougar and her very interested daughter.  

“You know I don’t do kids or virgins,” he croons against my head, a throaty chuckle reverberating through my bones, “The mother is fine and keeps me topped off, but the girl is sixteen and very persistent.” 

“You are a paragon of virtue,” I tease him without picking up my head.  My hand is placed over his heart and just held there, drinking up his heat, “You sure you’re topped off?” 

“Yes,” he kisses the top of my head and it ripples all the way down my spine to a place I’ve been unsuccessfully trying to ignore for the last hour and a half, “Even if I weren’t, you’ve always been able to resist me.  I think that’s what draws me to you the most.” 

“What do you mean?” I ask lazily.  I don’t want this moment to change into something serious.  I want it to change the way I want it to – strewn clothing and writhing bodies.  But neither of us knows exactly what will happen.  I’ve never been with a hellion before.  I was afraid to in the past, not knowing what would happen to me.  Now, I’m afraid of what will happen to him. 

“Claire,” he lifts my chin and stares into my eyes.  I lick my lips at the lust I see in them, “I can’t help but send signals to you – strong signals.  Ever since I first saw you, I wanted you.  But even when I was strongest, you always shot me down.  I would have any other woman on her knees begging, but not you.  I’m good – you know I am.  But I’ve never been this good,” he brushes his lips against mine and the tingles they produce travel all the way down to my crystal-encrusted toes.