Soon they were both hot, and he thrust his tongue into her mouth, and she welcomed the intrusion, sucking him in, making him ache. He pulled her closer, she yanked at the blanket, wriggling, trying to get rid of it so she could sit directly on his lap. At the same time, her hand stroked upwards under his shirt, kneading his chest. He winced.
“What?”
“Come back here.” He tried to pull her back into the kiss.
She stopped wriggling, and her hand began to softly probe. He sucked in a breath.
“You’re hurt!”
“No worse than you were after you got done with those bastards.”
Karen stilled, then she reared back and yanked up his shirt.
“Arms up, Mister,” she said in that terrifying and heat-inducing teacher’s voice.
Drake immediately held up his arms, and she pulled his shirt over his head. She scrambled out of his lap and turned on a lamp. Seconds later she was back on the window seat, kneeling in front of him.
“Dammit, Drake. Were you just going on about my injuries? You have a bruise as big as a football. What the hell happened?”
“It’s nothing. The body armor protected me. I’m fine.” Karen’s fingers lightly traced the discolored area.
“Oh, Drake. You should have told me. You let me lean against you,” Karen said in a dismayed voice.
“Seriously, Karen, this is minor, Mason just wants me to rest tonight. No hospital. Hell, he even forgot to tell me to ice it.”
She was up again and across the room before he could even blink. Fuck, no more kisses for him.
“I’ll be right back with the bag of peas. You better be in bed by the time I get back.” Drake watched her ass twitch as she opened the door and left the room, then he grinned. She hadn’t said which bed, now had she? But he had to shower before he got into her bed.
***
God, she had it bad. When she’d come back and realized he was taking a shower in her suite, she’d been thrilled. Karen took it to mean he planned to sleep in her room. With her. In her bed. In her arms.
She’d gone into his room and rummaged through his duffel bag to find something for him to sleep in. There wasn’t much. She suspected he normally slept naked like she did, but because he was here at the Chalet with Bella and his sisters he must wear something. She finally found some sweatpants.
Sneaking into the bathroom and putting a pair of his sweats on the counter and seeing an outline of Drake’s naked body against the frosted glass of the shower had been the most erotic experience of her life. She went back out into the bedroom and put the comforter back on the bed, and slipped under the covers.
The door to the bathroom opened letting out steam, and Drake. Okay, now she was feeling steamy. Holy hell, seeing a shirtless Drake sitting down just wasn’t the same as seeing him standing up, towering over her. She didn’t feel scared, she felt...hot.
“Karen?”
“Uhmm.”
“Are those for me?” he pointed to the bag of peas she was now holding against her chest.
“Oh. Oh yeah. For you.” She held them out to him.
He must have finally caught on why she was so tongue tied because he gave her a slow panty-melting grin. He held the frozen bag of vegetables to his chest, and she wondered if it would cook instantly.
“Not to be pushy, but I kind of am that guy,” he pulled back the covers and stretched out beneath them. “I thought I might catch some sleep here before breakfast, if you don’t mind, that is.”
Her brain started to work again. “So, you’re asking me after your leg is already underneath mine?”
“It’s too heavy to go on top of yours. But yeah, it’s better to ask for forgiveness than permission.”
He put the soggy bag of peas over on the nightstand. She’d been right, he did melt them. He melted everything he touched.
“There’s nothing to forgive,” she said quietly. “You’re injured. Mason told you to go to sleep.”
“This time there’s nothing to forgive. But, Lady, next time I intend to take advantage.” He stroked back her hair and positioned her so that her head was resting on his shoulder.
She sighed, stroking her hand down his chest, tangling her hand in his chest hair. “You could take advantage now,” she whispered.
“Not after hearing about Lois.”
“I’m past that.”
“Plus, my chest hurts.”
She highly doubted that was what was really going on. He was just saying that because he was worried about her state of mind.
“You do know I want you, don’t you?” she asked.
He gave her a slow grin. “Well, that’s damn good to hear, Karen. Because I would hate for this to be all one-sided. But I have an owie, and my lieutenant told me I need a nap. You’re a kindergarten teacher, you understand.”