She kissed him, trailing her fingers down his muscled chest and over the muscles of his arms. He was all hers. She resisted the urge to fling herself over him and beg him to make love to her again. For one, they were out of condoms, and for two, she had Oksana coming in today for a Reiki appointment. That fact hit her like a cold shower, and she went to take a warmer one. The smell of coffee made her smile when she got out. Drake was out of bed and apparently making breakfast with nothing but an apron on. “That’s a good look for you,” she said, admiring his muscled backside. “I like yours, too. I don’t suppose you’d consider letting me borrow that towel?” Pam opened it up and did a little wiggle, then closed it again when he came after her with the spatula. “You’ll burn the eggs,” she squealed as he moved in to kiss her good morning with enthusiasm.
