Dances with Monsters(106)

"Good," she answered, smiling into his side. "Very good."

They continued to watch the movie in a comfortable silence. Although it was Drew's favorite, she couldn't help it when her eyelids started to get heavy. She tried to fight it and stay awake, but soon enough, she had dozed off against him.

She woke some time later when she felt his fingers slip under her sweater and begin to stroke her skin, similar to what he had done the previous night, but this time he had the entire expanse of her back available to him. She shivered when his fingers traced lightly up her side, across the bottoms of her shoulder blades and down her spine. For a moment she lost herself in the tingling, almost ticklish sensations his fingers were leaving in their wake across her smooth skin.

"You're sleepin' through your movie," he said quietly.

She yawned and stretched her neck. "Sorry," she replied. "I must be sleepier than I thought."

"Then maybe we should go lay down for a little bit," came his reply and it brought her up short. His voice had somehow deepened and there was an unmistakably suggestive tone in it.

He caught the worry on her face and smiled. "Don't worry," he teased gently. "I'll behave. Don't know if you will, but I'll be a good boy. Anyway, I'm a little tired myself."

It didn't really take a whole lot of persuasion on his part to convince her to lay in a bed with him, so she nodded. It would be nice to take a nap before he brought her home, and although his couch was comfortable, the thought of stretching out in a bed was appealing.

He showed her where his bathroom was and she turned on the water after shutting the door, shy about him hearing her pee. As she washed her hands at the sink she spotted a large jug of mouthwash and quickly took a swig, wincing at the strong sting from the alcohol. She rinsed her mouth thoroughly and spat, then took another swig and repeated the action. She left the bathroom and stopped short, seeing Heath standing in front of his bed with his back to her. He was pulling off his shirt and she forgot about everything as she looked at the muscles of his back, his well-defined trap muscles, the curve of his shoulders. He turned around and caught her looking, and half-smiled at her expression. He moved past her and she couldn't help but eye his chest and stomach.

"Go get comfortable," he said. "I'll be right back." He slipped into the bathroom and she turned toward the bed. She moved toward it and after a moment's hesitation, undid her jeans and pulled them off her legs. It was an extremely bold move, but she told herself that she would have done the same thing if she were preparing for a nap at home. After another moment, she freed her hair from its bun and let the waves fluff around her face and laid down, pulling his covers over her legs.

Heath left the bathroom, flicking off the light and in the darkness crossed the hall to his bedroom. He slipped into bed beside her and for a moment froze when he brushed her bare leg with his foot. She wondered if he would say anything but he didn't. Instead he gathered her up and pulled her against his chest.

They stayed like that for a while, Drew's fingers twitching as she fought the urge to run them over his warm skin. She no longer felt sleepy; she felt warm. Hot. Aroused.

As though he could sense it, Heath began brushing his lips against her forehead, her temple, down her cheek until he found her lips in the dark. She latched on immediately and grabbed at him, deciding to allow her hands to move over him all they wanted. His body was incredible and his face was better; she was in heaven.

He was only wearing sweatpants, and once again she could feel his hardness spring to life against her thigh as his hand slid down to it, touching her smooth skin and pulling her leg up to his waist. Meanwhile, his tongue was coaxing hers to meet his in a slow, moist tango, and she could taste the sharp mint flavor of his mouthwash, but whether it was from her mouth or his or both she couldn't be sure. All she knew was that she couldn't get enough of the taste of his tongue.

His fingers slid up her thigh and swept across the front, heading for the warm shelter they'd found between her legs the night before. They hesitated over her panties, and Drew knew he was making sure it was okay with her again. Given that she'd hardly been able to think of anything else since then, she whispered, "Yes."

His fingers brushed slowly, lightly, against her through the fabric of her panties like they had the night before and she shuddered at the sensation and felt herself grow moist with arousal. He continued to tease her through her panties and Drew felt the same, familiar tight coil of heat tense in her pelvis. Finally, after several long moments of agonizing teasing, he slipped his fingers under the material, against her flesh. When his finger stroked her ultra-sensitive pearl, primed with desire after a day of thinking of him and wanting him, she burst immediately, gasping into his mouth as she dug her fingers into his flesh. He chuckled softly, amused at her lightning-fast orgasm. He slipped his fingers lower, teasing her opening and enjoying her wetness. She lay very still, breathing hard, wondering if she would allow him to enter her with his fingers, and she hardly had time to fight herself about it when she felt one slip into her and stroke her inner wall slowly and firmly. She gasped again, the sensation so alien to her after all this time, but she was so turned on that she wanted more; her thighs unconsciously spread wider. As her wetness gushed again, he added a second finger.