Free Heart & Seoul by Victoria Smith Page A

and his hard body against
mine.
    The first time he made love to me it was
slow, calculated. He moved himself in and out of me with purpose,
passion. I didn’t have long to recover until we did it again. He
had me against the wall, wrapped around his waist. He kissed me
everywhere. My neck, my lips, my breasts.
    The final time he took me he was between my
legs. I grabbed his hair, coming harder than I had the other times
previous. His tongue laved my folds as I shuddered, my legs
shaking. He held me up, my thigh over his shoulder, until I rode
out the entire wave.
    When I was done, he wiped his glistening
lips with the back of his hand. I went to wrap my hand around him,
to make him come, but he wouldn’t let me. He simply brought me into
his arms, holding me close.
    “Thank you for being here for me,” he spoke
into my hair, kissing my temple.
     
    ♥ ♥ ♥
     
    I was checking the sitting area of the suite
one last time for anything we might have forgotten to pack when the
hotel phone rang. I figured it was Han, verifying our departure
time from the hotel to the airport, but it wasn’t. It was Hana.
    “Hi, Lacey. How are you?”
    I smiled. She always sounded so nice. “I’m
fine. I’m actually just getting everything packed up. Drake and I
have an evening flight home.”
    “Oh, I didn’t know that. I thought you still
had a couple more days here.”
    The change was so late minute we hadn’t
mentioned it. I wondered why she was calling. I didn’t think we had
any more appointments at the agency.
    “Do you think I can speak to Drake? Is he
busy?” she asked.
    I called him to the phone. He looked just as
confused as I was that she was calling. I didn’t want to impose, so
I left him to his call. I decided to make the bed. I knew that
housekeeping changed the sheets, but cleanliness was simply habit
for me.
    “Lacey?”
    I jumped, putting a hand on my chest. He
scared me. I laughed. “God, Drake, you scared the—”
    He came into the room. Moving to the bed, he
sat down on the edge like he was on autopilot. He worked his hands,
staring at the floor.
    I went over to him, my heart now racing for
a different reason. I placed my hand on his shoulder. “What’s
wrong? Are you okay?”
    He blinked like he was coming out of daze.
“Hana…” He shook his head. “She just said the last thing I ever
thought I’d hear.”
    “What?”
    “My birth mom.” He looked up. “She wants to
see me.”
    I sat beside him, watching as he restlessly
played with his hands. She wanted to see him? Now? I placed my hand
on his thigh. “What do you think about that?”
    He shrugged. “I was finally getting over the
fact that she didn’t. Finally settling on it.” He faced me. “Why do
you think she changed her mind?”
    This time yesterday, I might have told him I
didn’t know, but this time yesterday I hadn’t approached his aunt.
I hadn’t given her an invitation to our wedding. I hadn’t told her
that Drake would want his family in Korea to be a part of his
life.
    I placed my hand in his. “Maybe she realized
that if you’re not too scared to allow her to be a part of your
life she shouldn’t be either.”
    He looked away, thinking about that.
    “You don’t have to do anything you’re not
ready for.” I kissed his cheek and left him to his thoughts. I’d be
on standby for when he made his decision.
    For when he was ready.
     

Chapter Fifteen

    Drake opened up our hotel suite to have the
meeting. He moved around the coffee table, adjusting chairs and
fluffing pillows for a long time. Hana offered to have this
intimate reunion at the agency, but Drake felt it was cold.
Lifeless. He wanted a warm environment, so he suggested back at our
hotel. I couldn’t have been more proud of him.
    We sat together on the couch, holding hands.
It was just us for now, waiting with the camera placed in my lap.
Hana was bringing his mother and would act as translator today. In
my heart of hearts, I hoped she wouldn’t be