Shattered Girl (Emmy)

Chapter 159

We turned around toward the hotel, and we began a leisurely walk back. Drew stopped me by cupping my face. "Do you know just how much I love you?"

"Yes," I whispered as I stood on my toes and wrapped my arms around his neck.

Drew slid his hands under my butt and lifted me. I wrapped my tired legs around his hips so I could hold myself in place, and I groaned.

"Are you turned on, beautiful?"

"I'm sore but also turned on enough that I don't care," I admitted.

Drew gently rubbed one of my thighs and pressed light kisses against my lips.

"Does my beautiful girl need a massage?"

"If it means your hands are on my naked body, then I need everything you got." Shit, that just slipped right out; my face heated for just a second before I grinned. Drew's smile grew even bigger. "There's my girl getting more confident and asking for what she wants."

I ran my fingers through his hair, enjoying how soft his hair felt.

couple of months," I

about me?" The curiosity in his voice was like a purr that made

to. You will find

be sorry about that. But I will listen, I promise. You said you

now?" I asked curiously. It didn't bother me that he wasn't sorry. We had all proven

I'm asking for time with you, just us together, to know you're okay. I want to fix the

meant to me, so instead of trying to, I kissed him. "Same," I whispered. After everything that's happened,

were until his phone buzzed in his pocket. Drew's groan echoed through me as he shifted his hold so he could wiggle the phone out of his pocket while still keeping me pressed against him. I nipped and sucked on his neck as I worked my way up

showing his

good time. It took me half of our walk back to convince Drew

breezeway, and no one else was nearby. It even had a private garden. The suite was gorgeous, with the rich wood floor covered in soft rugs, a big overstuffed sofa, and chairs facing a rustic fireplace. There was a bathroom with a skylight so you could soak

bouquet of roses was in a vase in the center of the coffee

shook his head. He's always has to

competitive. It's his love language. He wants to make sure we are all happy and safe." With that I

Love,

after the accident, and before you start feeling bad, dont. We were the assholes who failed. He had the right idea

for your meals so you

give him lots of