Heart & Seoul by Victoria Smith Page A

me.
    He picked up, and I knew he was close. I was
too, and I closed my eyes, waiting for the wonderful wave. I was on
the brink when he suddenly pulled out of me. I was turned over, and
he brought me to him by my thighs. I looked at his eyes, but he had
them closed. I wanted to see them.
    I touched his cheeks, and they opened. His
eyes were glassed, laced with a vulnerability I’d never seen in
them before. He kept them trained on me while he entered me again.
I didn’t let them veer away. I kept focus on him as well, allowing
him to take my body places only he had a way of doing.
    He slammed his hips into me again, and a
wave of electricity flowed deep into my core. My eyes rolled back,
and I burst around him, my sex clenching from his mass.
    That was enough for him, and his hands dug
into my thighs as he came. His warmth flowed into me, and his body
shuddered above, his eyes half-mast.
    He slumped, and I brought him into my arms.
He was still inside me, but I didn’t let him leave right away. I
wasn’t ready to let him go, and by the way he held me back, I knew
he wasn’t ready to leave either.
     

Chapter Nine

    I woke up with the bright sun of Seoul
shining on my face through the drawn blinds. How late or how early
it was I didn’t know. I just knew I was alone, and Drake’s side of
the bed was cold. He’d been gone for a while.
    I rolled to my side and moaned from the
soreness between my thighs. But it wasn’t a bad soreness, and the
fullness was missed.
    I blinked up at the door when the man I was
just thinking about entered the room. He had a set of ear buds in;
his body covered in a thin a layer of sweat. By the tight-fitting
tank top and matching black athletic pants he wore, I gathered he
just got done working out. I wished he had woken me up. I would
have gone with him.
    He noticed me awake and lowered his head
like he was trying to avoid eye contact. He pulled the buds out of
his ears. “Hey.”
    The sound of his voice caused me to smile. I
pushed my messy curls out of my face. “Hey. You just get done
working out?”
    He nodded, his hands restlessly playing with
his ear buds. “Yeah. I wanted to burn off some restless energy.
They have a nice gym here.”
    He was acting so nervous and fidgety.
“That’s good.” I gnawed my lip, not knowing what else to say. There
was one thing I wanted though. “Why don’t you, um, come back to
bed? I wanna lay with you for a little while.”
    Gazing at the floor, he looked unsure. In
the end, he said, “Okay. Just let me shower really quick.”
    I was left alone. Staring up at the ceiling,
I waited for him. The bathroom door crept open moments later and
Drake came out. His rippled chest was bare and he was running a
towel through his dark locks. It mussed it up, leaving it in a sexy
spiky style that brought a smile to my lips.
    He left his boxers on when he came back into
bed. He usually didn’t wear anything while in bed, so that let me
know he was closing himself off for some reason; letting me know
not to expect anything.
    I frowned at that. I didn’t expect sex, but
it did sadden me that he was putting an intentional wall between
us. Despite that, he did open his arms to me, and I went right in.
His body held warmth from the shower and the distinct scent of him
lined his skin. Juniper with earthy notes.
    I kissed his warm chest, loving his taste.
When I got to his neck, his arms tensed around me. I gazed up,
seeing the anxiety lacing his eyes.
    I rubbed his arm. “What’s wrong? Did I do
something?”
    He closed his eyes, and a curse fell from
his lips. “No, Lace. You did nothing wrong.”
    “Then what is it?”
    He looped his hand around my arm, running
his touch up and down. “I’m… I’m sorry I was so rough with you last
night.”
    That was what was bothering him? I couldn’t help the light laugh I
made.
    He must not have understood I wasn’t
bothered by last night because he continued to apologize. “I didn’t
hurt you, did I? God,