Drake's pov
“Clara…” I called out as I watched her ass and leg move over the electric bike in our home gym. There is an airpod clogged into her ear, so she doesn't hear me for the first time.
I walk closer to her, and catch how sweaty she is…but f**k if the scene doesn't make my d**k go rock hard. Her plump but firm ass pokes out making it look bigger than it is.
My hands itch to touch her there, grab the soft mound of flesh and trail down till I feel the bulge of her p***y lip on the skin of my palm.
Would it be wet? Wet for me?
It had been two days since her rescue, we had some t less time talking, due to her always being around Ryan. I never complained, neither am I complaining now.
But f**k I missed her. I missed talking to her, touching her, and feeling the thump of heart aga
