Loving Drake by Pamela Ann Page A

hungry—oh, so damn hungry…
    I wanted to beg him for a quick session, but I was holding out. Why? Because I wanted to be a tease. I wanted to drive him crazy. Usually, if I did this, my rewards were doubled. His appetite could go all night. I was a selfish woman and an all-nighter with my man was just what I wanted—needed.
    My husband halted before me, taking me in with those mesmerizing eyes before stopping his gaze just above the slit of my dress, then letting it travel back to me. “You like to fuck with a man who’s been starved for quite some time,” he stated in a matter of fact tone.
    I so did.
    Raising my brow, I taunted him further, “You got a problem with that?”
    Our eyes battled. My breathing caught when he stepped closer, thinking that he was about to kiss me, yet I was in for a rude awakening.
    “Tease,” he hissed when I felt his hand slide inside the slit of my dress, cupping my moist mound before sticking his middle finger inside, circling and rotating in my wet channel.
    I yelped and moaned his name, needing more… so much more.
    “Witch!” he grunted out before pulling out of me, leaving me wanting as he brought his moist finger between our faces. He inhaled it deeply while his eyes pinned me down. Then he brought it in between his lips, sucking off my essence.
    “You taste… hungry. Are you hungry, wife?” he murmured, his voice heavy with purpose. It was a tone that was silently telling me that he was going to go bonkers.
    Was it so wrong to want him that much? I craved him like I needed air to breathe. For years I had yearned and loved this man, and now I had him all to myself.
    Smiling sweetly, I said, “I’m famished. I skipped lunch earlier—”
    His hungered face immediately turned into a scowl, cutting me off, as his lips thinned into a line, displeased. “Lily, how many times do we have to go over you skipping meals?” He shook his head as he left me and went directly into the kitchen, striding with determination.
    I followed him, but midway, he was already coming back with orange juice and a blueberry muffin—the ones I had baked for the house.
    “Here,” he said as he gave me the muffin while he opened the juice bottle. “Where do you want to eat?” his voice softened, probably feeling guilty for snapping at me.
    “I can eat this in the car,” I said, smiling at him. He looked like he was ready to leave, so I had to stop him, just needing a minute or two with him.
    “Hey—wait.” Licking my lips, I breathed out his name, “Drake…”
    “Yes?”
    He was a great husband.
    “Did I tell you that I’m happy you’re back?” I kissed him lightly on the lips, feeling content with life. “I’ve missed you, you know.”
    His eyes sparkled while his thumb reached out and caressed my cheek. “I love you, Lil—” he grinned, “but sometimes, you really drive me crazy. So, please, take care of yourself when I’m not around.”
    I sighed, knowing he was right. “Fine, babe. I’ll try harder.” I was sure he didn’t like my response, however I had already hooked my arm around his and was pushing us out the door, ready to leave for the event.
    The chauffeured car was waiting outside when we emerged from the house. Ever since we’d tied the knot, Drake had been adamant about not driving when we went to events, ones where we both were likely to have a glass of wine or two. He said it was for our own safety, always making sure that I would be in good hands.
    After his heart surgery, he didn’t go past one drink, though. He didn’t want to push his limits, and I appreciated that very much. He was overprotective to the point of overkill, but I knew he worried—a lot.
    He said he had been given a second chance to live his life—to love me properly this time. He vowed not to fail me again. It was great, but it worried me that he thought that way because, at times, he forgot to just enjoy the moment.
    Our schedules were hectic as it was and I wanted to savor each