Draked Up: Book 5 of Colson Brothers Series by Reese Madison Page B

a mental note to take him a little more seriously. The insulted look was too much. I’m hurting his feelings when I tell him he should go away and stop bothering with me. I don’t like hurting his feelings. Makes me feel sad, and a little bit sick.
     
    Our kiss ended when his phone buzzed on the nightstand. He excused himself to the table and chair with an apologetic look. I fell asleep half watching him work diligently at his laptop a few minutes later. There’s something oddly erotic about a big sexy man who can type sixty words per minute.
    I remember waking up when he came to bed, but he wrapped himself around me so smoothly and comfortably, I drifted right back off again.
    He woke me up before I was ready with wandering hands. The problem is I’d been dreaming about his hands on my body, so feeling them confused both my body and my brain. I moaned into his kiss as his hand slid down the front of my jeans.
    That’s when reality bit, hard. I turned my head to break the kiss and put a stop to this as his fingers slid into me and tickled the magic spot I’d almost forgotten existed. My body betrayed me, arched, and came hard on his fingers.
    “Oh my God!” Spasms raked my body. Each one gently letting me back down to earth, then picking me back up for another high.
    He removed his hand and climbed up straddling my hips. My jeans are still on from yesterday, and since I’ve lost so much weight he didn’t have to unfasten them to get his hand down the front. I dug my fingers into his thighs as he freed himself.
    I almost freaked out at the sheer size of him, and the way he has me pinned, until I realized he’s not after sex. He needs release. When he tugged on my shirt I lifted it up exposing my stomach for him.
    He mouthed a thank you and took my left hand in his right to show me I can touch him. His left hand is working himself slow and steady. He’s fucking beautiful. I want to come again just watching him.
    I cupped his tight sac and watched as he erupted onto my stomach. Watching his body twitching in ecstasy is by far the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Of course it was over too soon and I had to hold back the pout when he tucked himself away. I know it’s for the best if we stop here, but found myself tempted to push him to his back and kiss that giant shaft of his until it was ready for me to climb on for a nice long ride.
    He pointed for me to stay while going to get a couple towels to clean me up. I offered, but got that look that says, “No, and don’t argue with me.”
    When he finished gently removing his mess he tossed the towels to the floor. Then he kissed me softly on the lips for a minute before taking my hand and pulling me upright to sit on the edge of the bed. He set the notebook on my lap and left to take a shower. I looked down and read:
    You’re mine now, not Daniel’s. When we get home I want your divorce papers for my lawyer to look over. We will get your girls in your custody. This is no life for them, and you know it. I don’t have words for what you do to me, but I have words to guilt you into not fighting me on this. Two words. Rebecca and Ashley. Now get ready for a long ride home xo.
    I read it three more times before he rejoined me. I looked up wishing those water drips making fresh trails down his torso were my tongue. I swallowed, “You’re guilting me into being with you?”
    He shrugged noncommittally.
    “What makes you think I trust you enough to offer up my life like this? We barely know each other, and you want to take on all my responsibilities? My family? No Drake. I’ve been fooled once, it won’t happen again. I can take care of myself, but thanks for the offer.” I threw the notebook against the wall and stormed off to take my own shower.
     
    He got the silent treatment from me all the way to Yuma. I have to admit he took it in stride. Either that or he was happy I wasn’t yelling at him.
    Before I could take two steps towards the bathroom from the gas