Chapter 5- Omelettes, Unexpected Visitors, and Ink

The sun poured through my windows, filling my room with golden rays and warming me up from underneath my blanket. I sat up and stretched my arms up above my head and yawned.

"Just like a cat after a long nap," a gruff voice said, breaking the silence in my room.

I scrambled out of my bed grabbing my sheets, looking at the creamy, chocolate body in my bed.

"Oh. My. God." I exclaimed. I peeked under my sheets, making sure I was fully dressed and then back up to him. I noticed he was fully dressed as well. Holding the sheets tightly around me, I bit my lip and quirked an eyebrow. "Did we . . . ?"

He laughed, slowly opening each one of his eyes, "Did we what?"

I huffed, "Did we, you know…" making a motion towards him and me and raising my eyebrows to emphasize my point.

Drake sat up and stretched much like I had and smiled again, "No kitten, we did not, 'you know'". He used his fingers to air quote me.

I took a minute to take in my surroundings. I was obviously in my bedroom, in my pajamas. But the last thing I could remember was eating dinner and drinking that fantastic wine. Oh!

"I got drunk last night, didn't I?" I asked, unsure of myself.

"Yep" he said, popping his lips on the 'p' sound.

Instantly, I smacked my forehead. Here I was, in my bedroom with DRAKE, and I had gotten drunk and blacked out. I really needed to stop drinking.

Then I remembered. "We kissed…"

He nodded his head, as he climbed out of the bed and moved towards me. His arms snaked out and wrapped around my torso and pulled me close to him and he placed a chaste kiss on my forehead.

"I'm going to go brush my teeth!" I squeaked out and twisted around to leave the room. This effectively ended with me in a crumpled heap on the floor, entwined in my sheet. I immediately blushed bright red.

Drake laughed and offered me a hand up. I embarrassingly took it, slowly standing up and relinquished myself from my blankets, throwing them on the bed. I then gave him a sheepish smile and sprinted towards the bathroom.

Once inside the tiny room, I slammed the door shut and locked it, sliding down the wooden frame. I groaned and began internally berating myself.

You were home, alone, with Drake. DRAKE! Not only did you get drunk last night, you completely FORGOT he was in your bed!

I groaned again, stood up and started to brush my teeth. Scrubbing as hard as I could, I spat out the foam in the sink and stared at my reflection.

"You have some massive damage control to do, Swan." I ordered myself.

Flipping my head over, I ran my fingers through my hair, shaking it out in hopes of gaining some volume. Since he'd already since me without make-up, I didn't think applying it was necessary. Instead, I opened the door and made my way back to my room.

I found him staring at my collage of pictures.

"You like taking pictures?" he asked once I entered the room again.

I walked over to him and nodded my head, "Yeah. I'm not very good at it, but it's a nice hobby. Plus, there are plenty of things to take pictures of here."

He pointed at a picture of Charlie and Renee, "Your parents?"

"Mmmhm. They're divorced. My dad still lives in Forks, but my mom relocated to Jacksonville, Florida. She's a bit chaotic and kind of goes where the wind blows her."

He nodded as if he understood, then pointed at a picture of Jake and I at the lake. "Ex-boyfriend?"

I laughed. Like, full out, bust a gut, laughed. Drake stared at me, confused.

"He," I said, laughing and pointing at Jake, "is the furthest thing from boyfriend. More like a brother. Our dad's are best friends, so we followed suit. We both kind of figured our dads wanted us to be together, but there was no way." Drake didn't seem comforted by this, so I quickly added, "He has a gorgeous girlfriend of two years. They're the 'forever' kind."

"Oh." His eyes continued to drift over the pictures, smiling and laughing. He pointed at several landscape photos, asking where they were taken.

I stared at him, completely astounded. "I took those here. In Houston. You mean you've never been to Sheldon State Park? Or down to the Brazoria Wildlife Refuge?"

He shook his head, "Na, I typically steer clear of touristy areas."

It was my turn to shake my head, "Drake- it's forest and stuff. They aren't touristy areas, really. Heck, when I went there, there was hardly another person in sight."

He bit his lip as if he was contemplating something and then said, "Maybe you can take me sometime?"

Did he just ask me out on a date? "Um, uh, yeah." I stuttered, trying to form my response, "Sure, yeah, that'd be really cool." Did I just say 'cool'? God, I'm such a dork!

A comfortable silence fell over us and my stomach took that as the moment to growl. Loudly.

Again, Drake's musical laughter filled the room. "Hungry kitten?"

"Starving."

He took my hand, kissed my knuckles and responded, "Let's make breakfast, shall we?"

I giggled, allowing him to lead me from my room to the kitchen. Apparently, in my drunken state, I had still managed to clean up.

He led me to a stool at the breakfast bar. "Sit. You made dinner, I got breakfast."

I stared at him in disbelief, but nodded my head. I sure as heck wasn't going to turn down breakfast by Drake.

I watched him as he gracefully made his way to the fridge, poking his gorgeous head in and rummaging around, looking for ingredients. Eventually, he came out with eggs, sausage, cheese, peppers, and salsa.

"South of the Border omelet?" He inquired.

My mouth immediately started watering, and I nodded my head fervently. "Sounds delicious."

He set to work, browning the sausage, whipping the eggs, and cutting up the peppers. He buttered a pan, added the eggs, and then the sausage, peppers, and cheese. He flipped one side of the egg over, creating a pocket that would slowly melt the cheese with the other ingredients. He added a lid, and waited a few moments before dishing it out with a spatula and placing it on a plate. He opened the jar of salsa and poured the clumpy mixture on top of the omelet.

He sat the omelet in front of me and I inhaled deeply. "This smells amazing, Drake."

He grinned widely and handed me a fork, before turning around to make himself an omelet.

I cut into the omelet slowly and took a bite, immediately overcome with all the flavors. I moaned to myself, forgetting he was in the room, and quickly cut another bite and shoved it in my mouth. I chewed slowly, savoring the flavor.

"If I would have known you were going to react like, I would have cooked last night," he said, snarkily.

I stopped chewing and swallowed, "If I would have known you could cook like this, you would have cooked last night!" I retorted.

Drake placed his own omelet on a plate and joined me on a stool beside me. "So, do you have plans today?" he asked easily.

"Um," I started, remembering it was sunny from earlier. "I'm thinking of lounging by the pool all day. You interested?"

It was odd. I had just asked him to spend the day with me as if we'd been together for ages and he made no movement or action acknowledging any form of discomfort.

He swallowed his bite, "That sounds chill. You sure you don't mind the company?"

I shook my head, "Definitely not. It'll be nice actually. Alice has a new boyfriend, so she's not around quite so much. And many of my other friends went home for the summer."

Drake nodded his head, taking another bite. "I'll have to run home and grab my trunks. What time is it now?"

I looked at the digital clock on the stove, "Around 11:20."

"I can be back around 12:30, is that cool?" He asked, taking his last bite of omelet.

"It's a date." I exclaimed, then immediately blushing bright red.

"A date it is." He responded, his hand reaching up to cup my face. He leaned in like he was about to kiss me, our mouth centimeters apart when he said, "You snore."

I blushed bright red again, shocked. "I do not!"

He laughed, "Okay, so maybe it was more like talking than snoring."

"Oh god! What did I say!" I knew I had a sleep-talking problem. That's how Edward found out I was in love with him. He took to sneaking into my room before we started officially dating. Before I thought it was cute, but now I see it more as creepy. Stalker-ish even.

He grinned widely, "Nothing to worry your pretty little head about". He placed a chaste kiss on my pink cheek and stood up to put the dishes in the sink.

I immediately followed, taking the dishes in front of me and walking towards the dishwasher. "I'll get those. Why don't you go ahead home, and I'll see you in a bit?"

"Sounds good. I have to call Sam though."

"Sam?" I asked.

"Yeah, he's our driver. Remember? He drove us home last night?" He lifted an eyebrow and smiled.

"Oh. Well, you didn't exactly introduce us." I quickly responded.

"Sorry." He smiled, "I'm going to make that phone call. I'll be right back." He walked towards my room and I could hear his soft voice coming from down the hall.

I smiled to myself, thinking of the perfect morning we had. And now we were going to continue that morning into the afternoon. Swimming and lounging in the sun. My eyes got wide at the idea of seeing him half naked, in swimming trunks that would sit low on his hips. The idea of the water cascading down his chest, disappearing into the waistline caused my heart to pick up speed. I gulped.

"Whatcha thinking about?" A honey, smooth voice asked me.

I gasped out loud, nearly dropping the plate in my hand. Drake had sneaked up on me once again.

"I'm definitely getting you a bell!" I exclaimed, holding my soapy hand to my chest.

He glided towards me and took my hand from my chest and put the dish into the dishwasher. "You know, the point of a dishwasher is to washthe dishes so you don't have to." He teased.

I scowled, "Prewashing gets all the crumbs and stuff stuck on the plates off."

He stepped a little closer, bringing our bodies together, effectively pushing me against the counter. "Sam will be here in about twenty minutes." He whispered as our foreheads connected with one another.

I inhaled, taking in his scent. Sweat mixed with something sweet and a little spicy, almost like cinnamon. His hands reached up to cup my face and my hands grasped at his wrists. Butterflies floated in my stomach and I could feel the electricity moving between our bodies. His lips grazed my top lip and I exhaled, breathing in quickly before they grazed my bottom lip. He brought his body even closer, pressing against me. My hands moved from his wrists to the back of his neck and I coaxed his lips back to mine. This time, his took my mine fully, completely taking my breath away. Fireworks felt like they were exploding my head and I began to feel intoxicated by him. His creamy, soft lips pulled and tugged at mine and I felt his tongue run across my bottom lip, asking for permission to deepen the kiss. I succumbed to him and our tongues danced together. Our kiss only broke so we could breathe and this didn't even last long, as he assaulted my neck and collarbone with his lips. His hand reached up to pull the neck of my shirt to the side, exposing more of my skin. His tongue was hot like fire as it moved languidly across the length of my collarbone. I moaned and he continued the onslaught. I pressed against him and I could feel the length of him push against my stomach. I moaned again, thinking of how long it had been since I'd had a man in my bed.

His hands moved to the bottom of my shirt, causing it to ride up and expose some more of my skin. I felt a surge of desire flow through my body to my core when his hands palmed my back and moved up to my shoulder blades. My own hands had followed his actions and were now situated at the hemline of his pants. Ever so slowly, I inched one hand up under his shirt, and explored the creamy softness of his stomach. I wasn't surprised to learn that his stomach had cut lines across it, defining his abs. His mouth came back up to mine, kissing me more fervently and my hands grasped at his sides, my nails digging in ever so slightly. He moaned at this and I felt him smile against my lips.

My shirt continued to ride up and his hands were now on my stomach, his thumb brushing back and forth just under my breast. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted more of him.

"Drake." I moaned.

"Tell me what you want." His husky voice responded.

"You. Please." I said exasperatedly.

He smiled against my lips again and his hand inched up further, about to palm my breast. I inhaled shakily and then I heard it.

A knock.

At the front door.

I heard Drake curse and he stepped away from me. He was grinning widely, his hand rearranging his pants.

I giggled and then went to the door. I looked out the peep hole and recognized the same man who drove us last night. I opened the door.

"Hi! Sam right?" I asked.

"Yes ma'am. I'm here for Mr. Drake." He said politely.

I giggled at him saying, 'Mr. Drake'. "I'll go get him. Please, come inside."

I opened the door and he shuffled inside, his wide body taking up the entire frame of the door. I walked back towards the kitchen and yelled for Drake.

"Hey! Sam is here." I looked around, noticing he wasn't in the kitchen.

I heard him call back from the bathroom, "Of course he is. Gimme a second!"

I smiled and shook my head, moving back to the foyer where Sam was still standing.

"Would you like something to drink?" I asked, noticing he seemed uncomfortable.

"No ma'am." He responded.

I smiled, "you don't have to call me 'ma'am'. You can call me Bella."

Sam gave a very small smile, "Yes Miss Bella."

I shook my head, "Just Bella, Sam."

"Yes, er, Bella." He seemed to struggle with calling me by my name.

I whispered, "How about this ... You call me what you like in front of the boss man, but when it's just us, you can call me Bella."

He seemed to relax at this statement, "Okay."

I heard the bathroom door open and Drake came into view a few seconds later. "Sorry 'bout that."

I giggled, "No problem. So I'll see you in a bit?"

Drake smiled, "Yep, I'll be right back!" He leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips.

Sam took this as his cue to leave and walked out the door.

"Bye Sam!" I called out to him.

He turned around and smiled, "Bye Miss Bella." And then he continued on his way.

I gave him a knowing smile and patted Drake on the chest. "He won't stop calling me 'miss'."

Drake laughed, "We've all told him to call us by our first names, but he still adds a 'mister' in front of them." He kissed me again, "I'll be back soon."

I smiled and gave him a shy nod, biting my lip.

"Why do you have to do that! It makes it that much more difficult to leave!" He exclaimed.

I giggled, "Sorry. Just a habit." I winked at him and pushed him out the door. "I'll see you soon!"

"Bye!" He called back to me and climbed into the huge SUV.

I closed the door behind and sighed, sliding down the door, landing on my bottom. I put my face in my hands and shook my head in utter disbelief. I just had the most amazing night of my life, plus the most amazing morning… and now it was going to continue by being the most amazing day of my life. How is this possible?

I sat there momentarily thinking to myself, when I heard someone outside the door. I heard keys jingling and figured it was Alice. I stood up and opened the door.

"Alice!" I squealed.

"Hi Bella!" she replied, shuffling into the apartment and going directly to her room. "How was your evening?"

I followed her to her bedroom and collapsed on her bed. She went to her dresser and started rummaging around for something.

"Amazing. Completely indescribable". I exhaled.

She turned around to flash me a smile, but I noticed that she didn't seem nearly as happy as she was yesterday.

"Alice, what's wrong?" I asked, concerned.

She exhaled, picking up a t-shirt from her dresser and then shuffling over to the bed. "Jasper found me."

My mouth flopped open and my jaw hit the floor. "What did you just say?"

"I said, 'Jasper found me'." Her words tumbled out of her mouth and she collapsed on the floor.

I slid to the floor and put my arms around her, "How? When?"

Her head rested on my shoulder and she began to sob. "I don't know! I didn't tell him my address or anything!"

"Well, do you think your parents told him?" I asked quietly.

She shook her head fervently, "No. Definitely not. They hate him."

"Did he say how he found you?" I inquired.

"No. He just showed up at Jimmy's when I was eating." Her voice was distant, almost lost.

I sighed, "Aw, honey, I'm sorry. What happened?"

"Well, I was just eating my pizza, you know? Enjoying myself. Felix was there and we were holding hands. It was the perfect start to the evening."

"Then?" I pushed her.

"Well, I heard Jimmy yell to the front door that it was a private party and that he wasn't on the guest list. So I looked up to see who it was. And it was Jasper." She started sobbing harder. "He looks awful, Bella. Sickly, skinny, his face gaunt-like. He ignored Jimmy and came up to me and begged me to talk to him. I looked at Felix, who was so confused. I asked for a minute and he just nodded to me. So, I left Jimmy's. With Jasper."

I froze, "You left… with Jasper? What about Felix?"

The sobbing that had calmed, picked up again, "I don't know! I tried to call him, but he wouldn't answer his phone. I'm so scared, Bella." She sat up and looked at me, her eyes as wide as saucers, "I don't want Jasper, Bella! I know that now!"

I furrowed my brows, "What happened between you two?"

"I took him down to the water front. And we talked. About everything. About what had happened. What I had seen that day so long ago. What he's been doing since."

"And?"

She sighed, "He's miserable. He admitted he was cheating on me. 'Because he was so lonely'. He didn't graduate from college. He dropped out."

"Are you serious?"

She nodded her head, "He said he couldn't deal with the guilt. Started seeing a counselor."

"So now what?" I was worried, the last thing I needed was a crazed Jasper stalking Alice.

She wiped her eyes, "He said that he needed to apologize to me. That it was part of his 'plan to recovery'. He said that right now, he didn't want me… because he wasn't ready yet. He hadn't fully gotten over everything."

"So what you're saying is that he'll be back?"

"I'm not sure. He said he might get through this and decide that he's ready to move on. The only thing he was sure of was that he needed to apologize to my face and have me accept that apology."

"And did you?" I asked, flabbergasted. How could she accept his apology? He had practically ruined her life.

"The Bible says to forgive and forget. So I forgave him. It was the mature thing to do. I honestly feel better." She conveyed.

"If you feel better, then why are you so sad honey?" I asked her.

She started crying again. "Because I can't get a hold of Felix! What if he hates me!"

"Oh, Alice. Honey, he doesn't hate you. He's probably just a little scared. He'll come around." I thought for a moment, "Where's your phone?"

She stood up and grabbed her purse, throwing it at me. I dug around, searching for her phone. I scrolled through her contact list, finding Felix's number. I forwarded it to my phone and gave hers back to her. "Give me a sec, k?"

Alice nodded her head and climbed in to her bed, hugging her polar bear again. I left the room and went to mine. I dialed Felix's number.

After a few rings, his gruff voice resonated through the phone. "Hello?"

"Hi Felix, this is Bella."

"Oh hey, Bella. What's up? Are you okay? Is Alice okay?"

I immediately set to calming him. "We're both just fine. Alice is a little worried. She thinks you hate her."

He groaned, "I'm not mad at her. I'm just confused. Who the hell was that guy from last night?"

I sighed, "You're not going to like this, but it was her ex-boyfriend. The one that cheated on her."

"You're kidding? I never should have let her go."

"She's fine, like I said. Just a little shook up. She could use some comforting right now."

I heard him rustling around his room and he finally said, "I'll be over in fifteen minutes."

I smiled, "See you later!"

I snapped the phone closed and went back over to Alice's room. "You and I have visitors coming."

She looked up at me, confused. "Who?"

I smiled widely. "Well, Felix is coming over for you… and Drake is coming back over for me!" I squealed at the last bit.

"Oh my God! He's coming back?" She flew out of her bed and over to me. "What are you doing? Where are you going? What are you going to wear?" The questions flew off her tongue, and she immediately became the old Alice.

"Well, we're just going to hang out at the pool. Speaking of which, I need to get my suit on." I turned to go back to my room, but Alice stopped me.

"I was saving this for a special occasion, but I think this will be perfect." She tossed a bundle of fabric my way and my cheeks tinged pink. It was a bikini. An itsy bitsy black bikini. With animal print. And sequins.

"Alice, this is never going to fit me." I admitted.

"It will. I know your measurements." She said proudly.

My mouth gaped open, "You made this?"

She nodded, "Mmhmm, now! Go put it on!"

I squealed and ran to the bathroom, slipping on the tiny suit. I felt a bit naked, but sexy. I walked back to her room and she squealed.

"It's perfect!" She cried.

I looked at myself in her full length mirror. It was definitely tiny. Yet surprisingly, the color and patterns worked with my skin tone. The animal print was different- tiger stripe here, cheetah print there. But the sequins were black and gold. It was a tie string, so I had bows on my hips, one around my neck, and one at the center of my back. It was perfect.

"Thanks Ali!" I turned and hugged her.

"Don't mention it." She sat back down on the bed, only to bounce back up, a frightened look on her face. "Did you say Felix was coming?"

I laughed, looking at her alarm clock, "Yes. You have roughly 10 minutes to get ready."

She squealed, running around her room, throwing things on. I left the room and went back to the bathroom. I threw on some water proof mascara and some sun block to my face. I was about to go back to my room when I heard the doorbell ring.

I trotted out to the door and whipped it open.

Felix entered without so much as a hello, "Where is she?"

I laughed, "Bedroom."

"Thanks." He mumbled, hurriedly walking down the hall. He entered the room, I heard a squeal, and the door slam closed.

I sighed. I had done my good deed of the day. I forgot I was standing in the doorway in my bikini until I heard another voice.

"Is this how you greet all your guests?" A smooth voice called out to me.

I looked out to the driveway and noticed a very nice silver Mercedes Benz with a very sexy looking Drake leaning against the hood. He was wearing a pair of white and red Ecko board shorts with a tight, plain black t-shirt clinging to his chest.

I smiled, "Oh yes, the neighbors love it." I returned, padding my way to the driveway.

I put my arms around his neck and grinned. "Hi."

He kissed me, "Well hello."

His hands wrapped around my almost naked body and pulled me close to his chest. I could feel his heart beating rapidly under his shirt. "Let's get you to the pool." I said. "You look like you could use a tan" I chided, winking at him before heading back towards my apartment.

He sat there for a second, but then jumped off the hood of the car and chased me to the apartment. We had made it to the hallway when he exclaimed, "I need a tan?" His hands grabbed my sides and dug into them, tickling me furiously. "ME?"

I laughed heartily, "Stop! Stop!" I continued laughing, and he slowed down the tickling, kissing my shoulder.

"That's what you get. Psh, I need a tan. Girl, you are the whitest thing I've ever seen in Texas!" He teased.

I slapped his chest softly. "I try to tan! It's just not in my genes." I walked to my room, grabbing my sunglasses, a book, the sun block, and a towel. "Do you need a towel?" I asked him.

"If you wouldn't mind." He replied.

"Not a problem." I grabbed another towel and led him out the backdoor, towards the pool. Thankfully, there were no other people around. I opened the gate to the pool, and chose a chair, setting my stuff on top. I turned around to ask him to put sun block on my back and I froze.

He was pulling the black t-shirt over his head, his arms flexed back, pulling the shirt off his back. His biceps were bulging, but what really got me was the tattoo on the inside of his left bicep. I immediately felt a surge of desire rush through me. How could I have not noticed that before?

"What does that say?" I asked, nodding at his tattoo.

"Fearless." He said simply. "I got it when I was seventeen. I felt like I needed something to remind me of what I needed to be if I was going to be successful."

I smiled, "I like it." My eyes drifted from his eyes down his body. His creamy chocolate skin was taut against his muscles. His stomach was exactly what I thought it would be- a washboard. I swallowed hard as I ventured my way down, my eyes bulging at that glorious V-cut that graced his lower abdomen, leading down, down, down…

"Ahem." He coughed, "I'm going to start charging you if you keep staring at me like that."

I giggled nervously, "Sorry. I guess I got carried away."

He walked around his chair and came up to me, wrapping his arms around me and whispering in my ear, "It's okay- I got a full dose of sexy when you were standing in your doorway."

I blushed and lightly slapped his shoulder, "Ha, ha. Would you do me a favor?"

Drake smiled that mischievous smile that I was beginning to love, "What's that?" He trailed his finger up and down my naked arm and I shivered.

"Sunblock!" I squeaked out, "My back. Please."

He laughed, "Sure thing kitten."

I handed him the bottle of SPF 45 and he snickered.

"It's no wonder you don't tan," he said, holding the bottle up.

I scowled, "If I use anything less, I burn. A lot. And I prefer to be protected than look like a lobster. Now, please- apply before my back turns bright red."

He laughed, "Easy kitten, easy." He squeezed out a dollop on his hand and rubbed his palms together and then started rubbing it on my back.

His hands were large and warm which was in direct contrast with the cold lotion and I shivered again under his touch. His hands drifted from my shoulder blades down to my lower back, dipping under the tiny string that held my top on. I could feel his breath on my back and then my ear.

"I think you're trying to kill me." He whispered.

I shook my head, "Why do you think that?"

I felt his finger jab into my lower backside, just above my right butt cheek. "What's this?"

"Oh!" I had nearly forgotten about my own tattoo that I had gotten over two years ago. "Alice and I have the same one."

He nodded, "It's Chinese too, right? What's it say?"

"Yeah. It says 'carry on'. I guess we're alike in the idea that we wanted something to remind us to move on with our lives." I said thoughtfully.

His hand palmed over the ink on my skin and he grasped at my side, placing a kiss on my shoulder. "You just keep amazing me," he whispered, his lips grazing my earlobe.

I turned around and kissed him quickly on the lips. I grabbed his hand and smiled wickedly, pulling him towards the pool with all my might. He apparently had a tight grip on my own hand, because we splashed into the pool together.

We surfaced, laughing.

"You're going to pay for that!" Drake yelled, swimming towards me.

I squealed and tried to swim away, unsuccessfully. He grabbed a hold of me and picked me up, throwing me further into the deep end. By the time I surfaced, he was by my side again, his hands reaching for my waist, pulling me tight against him.

He brought his face close to mine, our foreheads touching and gruffly said, "You said I could come over to play- if I played nicely. But you are being rather naughty, kitten."

I averted my eyes to his chest, noticing the curly, black hairs that seemed to cover it. I also noticed how beautifully defined his pecs were. This man was surely nothing short of a God-like creature. Instead of responding to his jibe, I moved my head to the side, shrugged my shoulders and kissed his bulging shoulder muscle. Then up a little further, with my lips resting on his collar bone. And again, on his neck. Back down to his collar bone, nibbling and tasting him.

I felt his hands slip down to cup my backside, picking me up, causing me to wrap my legs around his waist and place my heated core into his length. He moaned at the touch and I suckled harder on his collar bone. His head bent down and I felt his tongue graze my earlobe.

His voice was husky when he spoke, "I'm afraid this is cause for punishment, kitten."

I shivered as his warm breath fanned over my ear and my neck. I wrapped myself tighter against his muscular body and hummed in satisfaction, peppering kisses up and down his neck and shoulders. I squeaked when I felt something brush my back, but calmed when I realized it was the poolside wall.

The water lapped up against our faces, as our heads and shoulders were the only part not completely covered in water. Drake used the wall to his advantage, pinning me against it, and pressing into me further. I finally ventured a look into his face and he took that moment to crash his lips to mine. He kissed me hungrily and I moaned in return. His hands had moved from my back to my hips and he was gliding them up and down, moving from my hips to my ribcage, up and down again, causing the friction between us to increase. His tongue darted out, licking my lip and I nipped at his own lip, catching it in my teeth and suckling.

I could feel him growing harder and it only fueled my desire for him. If I didn't have him today, there would be no doubt that I would burst in sexual frustration.

At this thought, I felt his finger dip into the waistline of my bottoms. He glided the finger back and forth along the top of the fabric, pausing, almost as if he was unsure to continue.

"I need you," I whispered haggardly. "Please."

He took those four simple words as his permission, kissing me deeper and trailing in finger down the line of my bikini, and then palmed the sensitive area from the outside, slowly rubbing his hand in circles. I moaned at his touch and kissed him.

"We need to get out of this pool. Now." His voice sounded urgent, but laced with hunger. For me.

I nodded my head and started to swim towards the ladder, but his hand caught mine and pulled me close to him again, his eyes seemed to be searching mine for something. He looked worried.

"Are you sure?" He asked me quietly.

I nodded my head, admitting easily, "I've never wanted anything more in my life."

He smiled that beautiful, mischievous grin and kissed me, taking my breath away. "Now, let's get out of this pool." His arms snaked around my waist and he dragged me towards the ladder, lifeguard style.

I giggled and climbed my way out of the pool, knowing full well that Drake was enjoying the sight before him. I felt a slap on my butt and turned around to scowl at him.

He held up both his arms and exclaimed, "It wasn't me!"

"Oh, ha ha. If it wasn't you, then who was it, hmmm?" I asked, playing along with his ploy.

I then heard a cough coming from direction of the gate of the pool and a melodic, velvet voice cut through the air.

"Obviously it was the invisible pool manatee."

A/N: Another chapter down. Where's my reviews at? :) Much love to my beta, Endlesslywaiting. I could praise you to the moon and back and it wouldn't be enough :)

无畏- fearless (wu wei)

接着做- carry on (jiezhezuo)