Worry etched all over his face. “All right. Well, as for tea, what would you like? I heard chamomile tea is good for the tummy, but if you wish something stronger, I have Earl Grey, Darjeeling, and Green tea.”
“Chamomile, please.”
Observing him stroll towards the bar, I watched every move he made, from taking the cup and saucer to pouring the hot water in the glass teapot. Without a doubt, I would seriously miss the nurturing side of him.
“Here you go,” he said as he brought it out on a black lacquered tray before gradually placing it on the coffee table before me. “I thought biscuits might settle your tummy, too, so I added that, as well.”
“Thanks, Drake. “ The burn in the back of my eyes started once more. I better not cry. I bit down hard on my lip, hoping my senses would focus on the pain I was causing rather than my irrevocably injured heart.
“It’s my baby that’s causing your body to react this way, there’s no need for thank yous.” Taking the hot pot, he began pouring tea.
To a certain degree, I agreed with him. Even so, I had reacted like a totally possessed woman earlier on, lashing out on him with my fists. Instead of treating me like crap, he chose the opposite, which only worsened my remorse.
Sighing, I reached out to take the hot cup from him then held it close to my lips, slowly blowing air into the scalding honey-hued contents before taking tiny sips to avoid burning myself in the process. My emptied stomach felt better when the warm liquid settled in.
We lavished on the silence between us. It wasn’t an awkward tension, more complacent, as if he and I had found a common ground—a sanctuary—to reflect on ourselves and our past god-awful behaviors towards one another.
After a while, I sunk further into the cushion of the sofa, feeling more comfortable and subdued. Maybe it was because I had cried a ton, and my eyes were dry and scratchy or the emotional and mental torture. Whatever reason it was, my body felt the consequential effects of it.
Resting the cup back on the coffee table, I sunk back to my prior position and shut my eyes. They were so dry blinking was painful. I supposed resting them for a bit would be fine.
“Let me massage your feet… “Drake’s voice broke into my thoughts.
I snapped my eyes open. “No, they're fine. There's no need—” I stopped functioning altogether when his hands took hold of my feet, placing them on his lap.
“There’s every need. I’ve never seen you this tired or sleepy since that first day you opened your business.”
My skin prickled as I felt my body immediately react to his familiar touch. Was it wrong that I was turned on? Too aroused, I unconsciously released a moan. Not from the pleasure he was giving my feet, but the thought of those hands slipping between my thighs.
Drake paused upon hearing my moan without meeting my eye before resuming his massage seconds later. Reddening from head to foot, I wanted to die on the spot.
Should I even say something, maybe apologize for moaning? Forget it. It might worsen the situation, but how bad could it get? The guy knew me too well, knew how to get my body hot and compliant to meet his voracious sexual nature. Depriving my body from his touch for so long had been a bad idea. It was all I could think of, though. And those big, strong, sexy hands simply made me—
This torture has got to stop...
Or, maybe I should indulge for another minute? Gah! I wasn’t sure what to do next, since I was too distracted by his touch to think straight. Everything was horribly sensitive. It was as if my entire body was on fire, and every pore was a nerve ending, making me so highly sensitive from any stimulation whatsoever.
“Would it be odd if I asked to touch your tummy?”
Again, his question took me aback. While my mind ping-ponged over the decision, Drake gave me one of those melt-your-panties kind of smiles, and I couldn’t help it, my panties did their own melting.
“I've always wondered how it would feel, and since you're relaxed and appearing calm, I thought this would be the best time to ask.”
“Oh ... yeah ... sure. “ Without thinking, I slowly pulled my dress up.
“I could touch it with your dress on.”
I had never intended to take all of it off. I only lifted it so my burgeoning belly was exposed, leaving my pink lace underwear exposed, too. “I know, but I felt guilty that I never shared this with you.” When he didn’t say anything, I started to worry this wasn’t a good idea. “Are you planning to just stare at me?”
“You just shocked me, that's all.” With the use of his left hand, he reached towards my tummy, softly cupping it with a beautiful, awe-like expression. “Wow, this feels weird. It's hard and yet a soft rock, if that makes sense at all.”