Page 67 of Drew
It isn’t until I finish my business, and I’m at the sink washing my hands, that reality sets in. Fuck! Drew just witnessed me run stark naked into the bathroom, after falling flat on my very naked ass. The only thing worse would’ve been if I’d peed myself. What in the world should I say when I return?
Think. Think. Think.
Staring at my reflection in the mirror, even I can see the blush that’s covering my body. That certainly won’t help matters.
Get it together, Abby. It’s not like he doesn’t know what just happened,I scold myself as I take steady breaths to calm myself.If you don’t get out there soon, he’s likely to come looking for you.
With that thought, I dry my hands and make my way to the door. But glance back to the mirror once more, with my hand resting on the door handle.
I look myself sternly in the eyes and take a fortifying breath.
I have this,I silently tell my reflection, and I hold my stare until I feel confident.
I’ve been naked in front of guys before. Sure, they never saw me jump out of bed like I was running away to never come back… but this is Drew. Just go out there and be yourself. What’s the worst that could happen?
Before I can think of the thousands of holes in my new-found logic, I twist open the handle and step into the room.
With the bedside lamp on, I can clearly see Drew’s still in bed. He’s lying on his side, with his head propped up with one hand, while he rests on his elbow. A lazy smile spreads across his perfect lips when I enter the room, and my heart instantly warms.
Apparently, I have nothing to be ashamed of. Drew clearly likes what he sees as his eyes roam every inch of me. Even from this distance, I feel their heat burn into every square inch of my skin.
For a moment, we just stare at one another, but he breaks the silence with, “Everything okay?”
“Yeah,” I sigh. “Sorry I woke you. Apparently, I wasn’t meant to be stealthy.”
“Well, I can’t say I’ve ever witnessed anyone making that type of exit from my bed.” Drew’s light chuckle sends shivers up my spine as he continues, “If I didn’t know better, I’d say I’d left you unsatisfied. But from the way you passed out earlier, I’m sure that isn’t the case.”
“Well,” I say dramatically as I walk with as much confidence as I can to the bed, “not that your ego needs stroking, but you and I both know you just rocked my world, so what’s the point in denying it.”
Drew’s eyes widen, and a wolfish grin spreads across his face, causing my heart to race with anticipation of what’s to come. After all, I’m well rested and ready to pick up where things left off.
I crawl onto the bed, and Drew lifts the covers for me to join him. He’s wearing a pair of basketball shorts, and his sexy abs are on full display.
Damn, he is sexy as hell. I must’ve been distracted before. How the hell did I not notice his hotness?
Instinctively, I run my tongue over my suddenly parched lips and smile in appreciation. If I have any say in the matter, those flimsy shorts leaving little to my wild imagination will be removed in just a matter of time, and I will get to see all the sexy man before me.
As soon as I get close enough for him to reach, he snakes his arm around my waist and pulls me close. Drew practically growls, “Get over here, Angel.”
And I happily oblige.
Drew maneuvers us so I’m on my back in an instant, and he hovers over me with a beautiful grin playing at his lips. His blue eyes almost look black in this lighting, and I suddenly feel breathless from their intensity. Shivers run up my spine with anticipation while our gazes lock.
“I’m glad you’re back in the land of the living; I’m not done with you.”
I reach up to trace his perfect lips with my finger as I challenge, “Same goes for you, mister.”
Drew’s eyes darken as he stares in disbelief at my boldness. But I can tell he appreciates my train of thought as the bulge in his pants comes to life.
Well, hello there.
His intense expression filled with need makes me bolder. Instinctually, I reach out to feel for myself just how much Drew’s affected by me.
As I gently stroke his thick cock through his shorts, it bobs to life on its own. Drew lets out a guttural moan, making my core clench and my determination grow.
These shorts have to go.
As if Drew has the ability to read my mind, the moment my hands reach out to push at the waistline of his shorts, he shifts his body and stands to shed them, taking his underwear off right along with them.
