The Drake Unwound Complete Collection (The Drake Series Book 9)(51)

"Katherine…"

She said nothing but glanced down at my throbbing erection.

"What are you doing?" I said again, wanting her to admit she was trying to seduce me.

She blinked several times, all innocent. She knew the rules. I decided when we would have sex and how.

She finally closed her eyes. "I'm sorry. It's just that," she said and shrugged her shoulder, looking away guiltily.

"It's just that what?"

She said nothing, merely looked back at me, searching my face as if looking for a sign of sympathy or tolerance on my part.

"I'm… horny."

I smiled at that. "Why Ms. Bennet, I do believe you've been trying to seduce me with your nice wet body and soapy hands lathering your nether regions."

"My nether regions?" she smiled up at me, acting deliberately coy.

"May I remind you that we have an agreement?"

"I know we do but we agreed to be spontaneous sometimes, and you're obviously hard and, well. I thought…"

"When it comes to sex,” I said, my tone pedantic, “it's not your place to think, Katherine. That's my job. But I'm glad you finally told me why you're being deliberately disobedient, trying to seduce me."

"You are?" she said, and I knew from her expression that she was hoping she’d seduce me and I’d be unable to resist.

"Yes," I said and moved a bit closer. "That way I'll know why I'm spanking you."

She frowned and closed her eyes. "Drake, I need you." She opened her eyes and stared into mine, unashamed. "Either that, or let me masturbate."

I shook my head. "No," I said. "We'll do something later this afternoon. I haven’t decided what just yet, but I want you nice and wet and desperate when the time comes."

"I'm nice and wet and desperate right now," she said in frustration.

"I know it's been a while, but I've been under the weather. You can wait."

Then she turned and ducked under my arm, leaving the shower, wrapping a towel around herself. I followed and pulled a towel around my hips and my still-erect cock.

“No one said it would be easy, Kate."

She glared at me. "It doesn't make sense. I'm horny and you’re hard. We should just … f*ck. It's been almost a week."

"I don't want to just f*ck. That's an end to it, Katherine," I said, wanting to stop this before it got too meaningful. I just couldn’t do it at that moment but Kate couldn’t seem to understand that I wasn’t a stud service.

She sighed and turned away, heading to her dresser drawers to pick out some clothes for the day. I followed her and stood behind her.

"How does it feel?"

She pulled a drawer open a bit too roughly and it almost fell out. "You know very well how it feels."

"No, I don't,” I said. “I don't have a delicious little woman's body like you. Tell me. Close your eyes and describe how your body feels."

She stopped what she was doing and closed her eyes. I went around to watch her, wanting to know how she felt.

"Butterflies in my stomach," she said. "My body aches, everything feels swollen. It's throbbing a bit, like a heartbeat. I feel a little breathless. I'm wet and I feel like I want to squeeze my thighs together. Rub my clit." She opened her eyes. "I want your cock inside of me."

I leaned against the dresser, and watched her.

"If I was to f*ck you now," I said, aroused in spite of everything, but wanting to assert control, "it would be over in about two minutes. You'd orgasm and then two minutes later, I would and it would be finished."

She nodded. "That would be a relief. I could get on with my day."

"You make sex sound like a simple bodily function," I said, grinning briefly. "Sex between us is more than that, Kate. It should be special."

She sighed. "You're trying to keep the potatoes and gravy separate on the plate, Drake."

When she turned away, I grabbed her arm and stopped her, pulling her back to face me once more.

"Kate," I said. "You're here with me all the time now, pretty much every hour of the day when we're both free. What more do you need?"

"I'm not with you very long. You keep extremely busy, even now when you aren’t working as a surgeon. Even when you don’t have to be away. I'm afraid that you're trying to avoid me."


She pulled her arm out of my grip and grabbed her clothes, dressing quickly while I stood by helpless.

"I'm not the only one who's busy,” I said. “You spend every day at the studio and do I complain? Why would I try to avoid you?"

She shook her head as she dressed. "I don’t know. You're the one with an undergraduate degree in psychology. Your life's getting too messy and out of control? You're afraid of being hurt again?"

"You’re not afraid of being hurt?"

She shook her head. "I'm more afraid of feeling nothing. No love. No pain. Nothing feels like," she said. "Like death. Like the people I saw in the camps, skeletons, barely alive but living despite everything, their eyes huge, blank. Even pain is better." She came to me and stared up into my eyes. "I want to feel, Drake. Everything, good and bad. It was like I couldn't feel when I was depressed. Nothing. That's what I'm afraid of."