A hard, insistent pounding, of a totally different kind than I'd been enjoying before I fell asleep, startled us both awake a little while later. By the angle of the sun, no more than an hour or two later.
Ugh.
Drew rolled me off of him with dizzying speed and flopped me onto the mattress, and was on his feet before I could even blink the sleep out of my eyes. He had his claws extended and lips drawn back in a snarl to show his fangs.
He'd made it to the door before I could get it together, because aside from still being groggy as hell—well, Drew.
Naked, and prowling, and half-hard. Who could have more than a single brain cell available under those circumstances?
"Don't answer the door like that!" I managed, and Drew stopped with his hand on the doorknob.
"Why not?"
