Free The Heart of Tomorrow (Book Two) (The Tomorrow Series 2) by Megan Nugen Isbell Page A

complicated man I’ve ever met.”
    “I am?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
    “You are.”
    “Go on then, Miss Vasser,” he said, tracing his fingers over the tops of my breasts. “I’d love to hear this theory.”
    “You’re strong.”
    “I am,” he grinned, his fingers crawling up my neck and then pulling me to him for a quick kiss.
    “You can be ruthless when you want to be.”
    “Only with you,” he grinned, pulling me to him and slapping me teasingly on the ass. I couldn’t help but laugh and he held me tightly until I finally pulled away, glaring playfully at him.
    “I’m attempting to have a serious conversation with you, Drew.”
    “Sorry.” He moved back and folded his hands behind his head, a sexy grin on his face. “Proceed.”
    I tried not to stare at him, but the way he was looking at me and the exposed view of his flawless chest made that nearly impossible.  All I could think about was throwing myself at him and having him take me again.  I resisted though and inched further away from him.  I foolishly thought more space between us would make me want him less.  It didn’t, but I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to compose myself and when I opened them again, I started talking.
    “Kayla alluded to something,” I began. I’d gotten his attention, but I was surprised by the concern on his face.
    “What allusion did she create?”
    “That perhaps you’re not as strong as you appear.  That you have struggles you haven’t shared with me.” My voice was quiet and I was hesitant when I saw the sudden change of his expression.  His brow furrowed and he crossed his arms guardedly across his chest. 
    “That’s one downside to growing up with three sisters.  They like to read into things that aren’t there and they never forget the past.”
    I inched next to him, closing the gap I’d just created, reaching for him, undoing the knot he’d made with his arms.  I linked my fingers with his and stroked the back with my thumb.
    “I hope you know you can talk to me.  I want you to talk to me…if something’s ever too much…if you need someone to listen…if there are things I need to know.  You don’t always have to be the strong one, Drew.”
    His brow continued to furrow for a moment, but then it softened.
    “Having you is all the strength I need and all you need to know,” he said, his voice a longing growl as he pulled me to him so my chest smashed against his and our lips were nearly touching, “is that I love you and I’d do anything to make you happy.”
    I couldn’t respond before his lips were on mine again, biting and tugging with surprising force that I had trouble keeping up with.  He suddenly sat up, bringing me with him, our lips never parting, until he was pushing me down into the softness of the mattress again.  I couldn’t fight him.  I didn’t want to fight him and as the weight of him consumed me, my worries about Drew were gone.  He was the man I’d fallen in love with.  A man in complete control and at that moment, that was everything I needed from him.
     

Seven
     
    It had been a week since our weekend in Connecticut.  Drew and I hadn’t spoken much about it since we’d gotten back.  We’d returned to our bubble and that was the way I liked it. 
    The week back at work had been a long one. Although I’d passed my probation, I was still nervous about making mistakes and I’d been even more meticulous when going through stories. I’d just finished one about a new tax the mayor was introducing on the city when Ava approached my desk.
    “It’s been a long week. Kara and I are heading out for a drink. Wanna join us?” she asked, referring to a field reporter she often worked with.
    If I was being truthful with myself, I really just wanted to go curl up on the couch with Drew, order some take out and do nothing, but I accepted anyway.  Ava was nice enough to try and include me and I didn’t want to appear rude. 
    “Yeah. Sounds