Page 46 of Silver Edge
Chapter Nineteen
I woke to a rocking motion. With a big yawn and stretch, I turned over to see Drake standing by the bed. “Where you going?” I shot straight up. “Did I punch or kick you?”
“Relax. Not at all.” He hovered over the bed, his strong arms on either side of me, bracing himself an inch from my body. “That twitching butt of yours, not to mention the small moaning from those perfect lips, have been driving me crazy. I’m going to hit the shower, and then we’ve got work to do.” He kissed me, and I didn’t even tense. Progress, for sure.
“You did it. All night you slept in my arms and you didn’t hurt me. Now you know you can.”
“Wedid it.” I smiled up at him.
When he turned and smiled back at me, I saw why he had to make a quick exit. Damn, he was…impressive. The sight of the bulge in his gym shorts sent heat radiating straight to my core. It was a shame to waste such an impressive hard-on, but I knew it was what we needed to do for now. He closed the bathroom door and I heard the shower turn on, but when the furnace shot warmth rattling through the vent the door popped open.
I couldn’t help but peek through the opening, so I wiggled down to the end of the bed and knelt forward on my knees. Grabbing the bedpost, I leaned a little farther and it cracked. I let go and fell to the floor outside the bathroom door. The shower curtain blocked most of my view, and I only caught a glimpse of his back and broad shoulders. The rest of him remained a mystery.
“You come any closer and you’ll be in this shower with me, cold water or not. I still won’t be responsible. Now behave, and get out of here.”
Heat radiated from my chest, up my neck and over my cheeks. Busted. I retreated to his large four-poster, dark-wood bed, tugging the covers up to my chin.
A few moments later, he opened the door and stepped out in nothing but a towel. His hair was disheveled and wet; streams of water cascaded down his bare chest, disappearing at the towel line. My imagination continued beneath the towel, but I knew I wanted to see the real thing.
He sauntered over, crossed his arms over his chest and tsked.
I couldn’t help but stare at his stomach. I’d never seen a man with so many ripples and planes. He couldn’t be human. God had to have dropped him on Earth to make women go mad with lust.
He opened the top drawer and pulled out a pair of boxer briefs. With one hand, he untwisted his towel and it fell to the floor, revealing the two strong mounds of perfect muscle that made up his ass. His legs were like a marble statue that I could gaze at for hours.
He bent over and I swear I caught a glimpse of his man parts before he slid his boxers on. If he continued the show, I’d faint from too much sexual energy trapped inside my body.
He snatched my T-shirt and jeans off the couch and tossed them at me. Leaning against the bed rail, he drew his lips up into a wicked smile. “My turn.”
I swallowed louder than I’d intended. “For what?”
“I get to see you change. It’s only fair after you just gawked at me. I mean, I feel so used.” His eyebrows rose and he put a hand to his chest. “Go ahead. I promised not to touch you, but I never said I didn’t want to see you.”
I stood with my head held high. Usually, anyone looking at me made me cringe, but he was daring me, and I couldn’t back down. If he wanted a private show. I’d give him one.
Crossing my arms, I clutched the bottom of the T-shirt I’d worn to bed and pulled it over my head then tossed it to the couch. I stood, naked. I knew my breasts weren’t as big as Barbie’s, but they were firm and a definite handful.
I watched his gaze travel over my skin, as if his hand touched my body, and without a shred of my obnoxious discomfort distracting me, I reveled in the attention. My nipples hardened as I saw his mouth hang ajar. His chest rose and fell with labored breaths. When his eyes reached my thin lace panties, I noticed his erection returning.
The vent squealed as if to let me know I was standing there naked in front of this man I’d only met a few weeks ago, but I didn’t care. I liked watching his eyes on my body. It made me feel special and appreciated, instead of used. After a few moments, I picked up my bra and slid my arms through, hooking it in front to accentuate my cleavage.
A small lump in his throat moved up then down and his mouth closed. He turned on his heel without a word and walked around the bed.
“Where are you going?”
“Back to my cold shower.”
What were we doing to ourselves? I’d never wanted to jump someone so bad in my life. I considered marching into the shower and throwing him against the wall. The way he lifted me off the chair the night before, I knew he could hold me up while he took me right then and there.
I glanced at the X on my arm and willed it away, but it remained a constant reminder of the promise I’d made to myself. Knowing if I remained in his bedroom even another second I wouldn’t be able to control myself, I slipped my jeans, T-shirt, and socks on before heading downstairs. I needed release. Somehow, some way, my body craved a break from all these hormones and carnal lust. Eyeing the guitar set up on stage, I decided to try strumming it a little and singing, taking my own version of a cold shower.
After a few cords, I found the beat and began to hum. My voice took on a tone somewhere between Marilyn Monroe and Alanis Morissette.
What’s this inside me. It’s new and warm.
Your touch provokes this feeling and I want to know more.
Please don’t stop trying, even when I shove you away.
