Page 53 of Tempt Me Forever

Chapter Sixteen

Drake

Kimberly was quieton the ride back to the hotel. She didn't say one word until we reached the room.

She fanned her face. "I need to get out of this coat. I’m already sweating."

"I'll help you," I said.

The lights were dim. She and I reached for the same button at the same time. She drew in a sharp breath.

Pace yourself, Drake.You promised her she's safe with you, and then you go ahead and fuck things up.

"I don't need help with every button," she murmured.

I took a step back, taking off my own coat. The room looked exactly the way it had before we left, and yet keeping my distance was even harder. Things shifted between us. She'd opened up, and I’d done the same. Even though she hadn't said it, I knew it wasn't something she did with many people. Kimberly liked to keep her cards close to her chest.

As she walked inside the living room, I turned on a lamp. She looked like a sinful dream in the light.

“Let me turn on that one too.” She headed to the smaller lamp next to the makeshift bed.

Kimberly leaned forward, probably to turn on the switch, but somehow lost her balance and fell on my bed. I hurried but couldn't stop her fall. The metal bars squeaked as if they were about to give in. She sat up straight. "Oh my God, what the hell is this thing?"

"A cot," I said, fighting laughter.

"You can't sleep on this. You're going to wake up every time you turn around.I’llwake up every time you turn around."

"I'll manage," I assured her.

She swung sideways. The bed made atrocious sounds. I couldn’t hold back my laughter any longer.

She scoffed. “No way in hell will you be able to sleep on this.”

Kimberly rose to her feet. She peeked into the master bedroom and then turned around, biting her lip. “Drake, it’s not funny. That thing is horrible. I felt wires poking through.” She looked around again, then said, "I have an idea. We can share the bed.”

"No, we fucking can't!" I growled.Is she out of her mind? Doesn't she know what she's doing to me?I didn't even think I could make it through a night where there was a wall between us.

"It's a good idea," she said, disappearing into the bedroom.

I followed her because, apparently, I was incapable of self-control when it came to this woman.

She came out of the bathroom with an armful of towels and robes and got on the bed after toeing off her shoes.

She wanted to kill me; that was her plan. I was sure of it. She moved on the bed, building a wall between the two sides. Her dress made a tearing sound, and the lower part cinched up to her waist.

"Kimberly!" Her name in my mouth was almost inaudible as a groan tore from my chest.

She turned around, desperately tugging at the dress, but she didn’t manage to cover herself before I caught a glimpse of her panties. They were white lace.

"Shitballs," she muttered to herself, still tugging at the dress. Then she gave up and grabbed one of the towels, covering herself.

My eyes were fixed on her legs. I couldn't tear them away.

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