Drake’s husky chuckle sent shivers up my spine. “Just woke up. Happy to find you next to me. Fucking great way to start the morning.”
“It is nice to wake up with you. Thought you weren’t a morning person?”
“Never have been before. You were a little restless before you woke up. I felt you moving next to me.”
“I’m so sorry! Go back to sleep. I’ll hop in the shower while you rest some more.”
His eyes heated as he glanced down to the opening at the top of the robe. It had parted, the tops of my breasts visible. “Not a chance in this world that I’d be able to go back to sleep with you naked in a shower this close to me.”
“Well don’t expect me to invite you into my shower time, bucko. I take my showers very seriously.”
His finger trailed over the top of my breasts. “You sure about that? I could wash your back for you.”
“I’m pretty sure washing my back would be the last thing on either of our minds if you got in the shower with me.”
He leaned in for a kiss, and I wrapped my hand over my mouth since I hadn’t brushed my teeth yet. Undeterred, he dropped light kisses on my neck instead and moved towards the opening of the robe. I gently nudged his head away as I scooted off the bed. He lay there, the sheet draped over him, with his robe nowhere in sight. He looked like a sex god with his hair tousled and a sexy gleam in his eyes.
“Promise I’ll be good,” he said as he crossed his fingers and put them behind his back in an exaggerated movement.
“Good at being bad? That doesn’t count,” I tossed over my shoulder as I walked into the bathroom and shut the door. If I looked at him, even for a second more, I was going to cave and beg him to join me. He was just too damn tempting. I heard his deep laugh through the door and locked it for good measure.
The robe dropped to the floor, and I saw a trail of light red marks he’d left on my body with his nips and nibbles. They were barely visible, but the sight of them thrilled me in an unexpected way. Sex with Brad had been good, but that didn’t even compare to last night with Drake. If he could make me feel this way with just oral, then what was I in for when we went all the way?
I hurried through my shower. I wouldn’t be surprised if Drake found a way into the bathroom if I wasn’t quick about it. He was definitely going to be a bad influence while keeping me on my toes. As I finished up, I heard footsteps by the door, followed by a loud thunk.
“Drake? Everything okay out there?”
“No, help. I’m dying out here,” he groaned in response.
I threw the robe on and pulled the door open, only to find him standing there staring at me. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt?”
“I couldn’t handle it any longer. The sound of running water, knowing it was hitting your naked body. Thank fuck, you put me out of my misery. It won’t even matter if you used all the hot water ‘cause I’m going to need the longest cold shower ever.”
I busted up laughing. “Ohmigosh, Drake! You had me thinking you were at death’s door. Don’t scare me like that again.”
“I make no promises. You might as well tie me down if you’re ever going to subject me to the torture of listening to you shower again without letting me join you.”
“Watch it, buster. If you aren’t careful, I’ll tie you to a chair and put you in the bathroom with me so you can look and hear without touching.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time, baby. The view would be worth some pain.”
“Pain? I’ll give you pain.” I swatted him on his butt. “You better hurry up and get ready. I’m starving. Feed me!”
“Let me guess. Pancakes?”
“Pretty please with sugar on top.”
“How about you give me some sugar instead?” Drake said, tapping his lips with his fingertips.
I reached up to give him a quick kiss and then danced out of his reach. “Ah, ah, ah. Shower time.”
As Drake took his shower, I rummaged through my purse to see what toiletries I had on hand for this morning. I’m not sure how she managed it, but Aubrey had squeezed a matching set of bra and panties, a small cosmetics bag, and an extra top in there along with the condoms she’d thrown inside last night. What a relief! No walk-of-shame look for me today.
By the time Drake strolled out of the bathroom—with nothing on but a towel wrapped around his lean hips—I was dressed and ready to go. He had showered fast and looked disappointed when he realized I was done getting ready. I watched, unable to look away, as a bead of water rolled down his naked chest. His hand reached for the knot in the towel, and I jerked my eyes up to his face. He was smirking at me, delighted to have caught me ogling him.