Something More
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“I want to.” He leans down and kisses the tip of my nose, then proceeds to wash my hair. At the same time, I grab the body wash and lather him up. I hope he doesn't mind smelling a little feminine. One thing leads to another...
Ten
Hours have passed since Drew arrived and I'm exhausted, but revitalized at the same time. I haven't had that much sex in one day in...umm...ever. What a fabulous day of “doing nothing”. Drew and I have just been tooling around the apartment since our last romp in the shower. Now, we’re just snuggling and talking in my bed. Whenever I think he’s not looking, I've been studying his body. Every fine line, lump, scar¸ mole, or freckle. He doesn't have many, but the ones he has are attractive. He’s practically perfect. I don't know if he's noticed me doing it or not. More than likely he has because he notices everything.
Remembering that I have to work tomorrow, I groan and pout. So mature. Drew rolls over onto his side to face me, propping himself on his elbow. “What's the matter, beautiful?” he asks with an endearing voice. Beautiful? I like him calling me beautiful. I like him calling me anything, really.
“I just remembered I have to start work tomorrow. I've quite enjoyed not working these past couple of weeks.”
He starts tracing his finger around my bare belly, slightly tickling me. “At least I get to wear scrubs and be comfortable. Granted they are not all that attractive, but I couldn't care less,” I state.
Still swirling his finger, he says, “You couldn't be unattractive if you tried.”
I scoff at his remark. “You haven't seen me first thing in the morning, when all of this...,” I circle my hand above my head, “is a freaking rat’s nest and my eyeliner is all gooped up in the corner of my eyes.”
He snickers at me. “That wouldn't deter me, and I can't wait to see it,” he says, wriggling his eyebrows with a flirty smirk.
I smack him on the arm, playfully. “Is that so, Mr. Chambers?”
“It is, Ms. Michaels.” He leans down and nuzzles my ear and my core immediately awakens.
“You know, Rebecca. You don't have to go to work if you don't want to.”
My body stiffens. “What are you talking about? I have to work to pay the bills and help my daughter with college as much as I can.” My voice raises slightly.
What was he trying to say? He's going to take care of me? That's ridiculous. We just met. I wait for his response before I get too riled up. When he doesn't respond, I ask, “What do you mean, Drew?”
“Nothing. Forget I said anything.” He must have sensed my panic.
“No. Spill it.” Hastily, I sit up.
He groans and rolls onto his back. “I was going to suggest I take care of you, but it is obvious that you aren't going to let me do that…yet.”
“Yet?” I kind of raise my voice a little more than I wanted to. “You think that I just want to sit at home and get mani/pedis and massages all day?”
I think about that for a split second. It does sound appealing, but no. “I can't do that. Not to mention, we just met five minutes ago and you have already said we're soul mates, given me the best sex of my life, and now want to make me some hoity-toity housewife, or girlfriend, or whatever?” I'm getting more worked up about all of this than I probably need to be. He's just going off the deep end with all of this. My head is screaming at me. Too fast! Too fast!
He covers his face with my pillow and growls. “Are you fucking growling at me?!” I swipe the pillow off his face to make him look at me. “You cannot growl at me!” Throwing the pillow back at him playfully, he tosses it aside, reaching up and cupping my face. He looks me straight in the eyes, and my core ignites. Shit. How does he do that to me?
“I wasn't thinking. Please just forget it, baby.” He brings my face down to his and kisses me. All of my frustration and anger melts away. Seriously, how does he do that? It's not fair and it's unnerving.
I break out of his hold and get up, not wanting to let him off the hook quite so easily. For the first time, practically since he arrived, I want to put clothes on. Pulling out a pair of jean shorts, a pink tank top, and panties from my dresser, I start to get dressed. Observing him in the mirror, he rolls over onto his side and props up on his elbow. He’s now watching me watch him.
“I can watch you all day, every day, and never tire of the view,” he says with a mischievous tone. “Although, I think I prefer you taking off your clothes more.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “It helps for giving you the best sex of your life.”
“Drew, you can be absolutely impossible and frustrating.” The look of mock shock on his face is all too adorable and I can't help but smile. Damn him! Sliding my shirt on, I turn and walk back out to the living room. Clothes are still strewn about, the pillows and cushions on the sofa in disarray. My cheeks flush and I let out a sigh, remembering what all has transpired today.
I go into the kitchen to grab a glass of water and, as I hold the refrigerator door open, I spot the counter space that was used just a short time ago. I zone out, thinking about his hands on me and the fire that ignites at his touch. Now there are memories all over this apartment from just one day with Drew. He's right. I am totally insatiable…around him anyway.
“Daydreaming, baby?” His voice makes me jump. I turn to see him wearing only his shorts. Because I’m used to seeing him naked, I frown as I take in this new sight. A slight snicker comes from him, as he motions up and down at me with his finger. “I'm not exactly happy about all of that fabric covering your delectable body, either. I have half a mind to rip them off of you right now,” he says without a playful tone at all.
Raising an eyebrow at him, I whisper, “You wouldn't dare.”
He takes a step towards me and I take a step back. “Oh, wouldn't I?” he challenges, a fierce burning in his eyes. My insides clench at the sight. I think he might be ready for round...hmm…I mentally start counting how many times it's been today. He breaks into my thoughts when he takes another step towards me. I step back. He's making this a game. I like games. I'm pretty quick, too, at least I like to think so. Testing the waters, I step to the side. He counters my step with a wicked grin. Oh no! He's going to make me come with just a look.
I try to close my eyes and ward off the orgasm that is working its way out, but he will attack if I close my eyes for even a millisecond. I half-smirk at him and I take another step back so that I can work my way around the breakfast bar. Then I will have a barrier between us. He mimics that step, as well.
Quickly, I run to the other side of the bar and look into those devilishly wicked eyes. A little out of breath, I say, “You want to play this game, do you?” He nods slowly, licking his lips. Oh, dear god. He's playing dirty and looking at me as if I'm his prey. Damn, that's a sexy look, animalistic and virile.
“Drew, if you keep looking at me like that, I'm going to surrender right now.” My voice comes out a little shaky. “And it doesn't seem like you want that to happen.” It wasn't quite a statement and not really a question, merely my perception.
“Oh, Rebecca. I don't want you to surrender, not yet. I want to catch you. All of you.” He moves closer to the counter to stand right across from me, the bar and counter still separating us. “Your body. Your mind. Your heart. Your soul. I want it all. I want all of you to be mine.”
My knees feel weak all of a sudden. I reach out to hold onto the bar to prevent myself from falling. Staring into those perfect eyes, I let out a huff of breath. He makes my head swim with his beautiful words.
Drew moves slightly, which brings me back to the here and now. “What if I want to give you those things willingly?” I ask.
He straightens his body and cocks his head to the side. “You don't want to make me work for it?”
Oh, right. “Well, yes, I do. But I also already know.”
“Know what, exactly?” he asks, leaning in to make sure he can hear me. I grin at his eagerness. Nervously, I glance down at my hands still holding onto the bar. Looking back up into those gorgeous oceanic blue
eyes, I swallow hard. “You already have all of those things,” I manage. “I think you've had them since I ran into you in the bar.”
The look in his eyes softens, taking him from being the predator he just was to the caring man before me. His mouth falls open as he looks at me, dumbfounded. Really? I don't think this is breaking news. Surely he knew. “Did you honestly not know?” The question seems absurd.
Drew snaps his mouth closed. “I knew you felt that way. I could feel it. I just didn't expect you to give in to it this soon.”
I shrug. “When you know, you know. No sense fighting it. I will just make you fight to keep me.” That is playful, yet truthful.
He makes another move to come around the bar towards me and I quickly go in the opposite direction. The way the muscles move in his body antagonize me, making me want to wave the white flag. But the cat-and-mouse game is quite fun, I must say. “Game back on?” I tease.
“Most definitely,” he says with his eyes back on the prize.
It's an amazing feeling to be this wanted, this content, this happy. With all of my other relationships, I had never felt this before. I mean, I was always fairly comfortable and I thought I was in love, but this feeling is just...indescribable. I know I would do anything for this man and it appears he would do anything for me. There's just something about him. Something mysterious. Something exciting. Something more.
Drew lunges for me, missing by a fraction of an inch. He snarls as I yelp, dashing around the apartment. I manage to barely escape his grasp several more times. We’re screaming and laughing so loudly, I worry a neighbor will complain.
Darting across the living room, I hop onto the back of the couch like a cat trying to escape a dog. Relinquishing myself to my fate, I drop down on to the sofa cushion and try to calm my breathing. He launches himself onto it, wrapping his arms around my waist and burying his head in my belly.
“I caught you, baby.” His voice is muffled. We're like a couple of teenagers.
I run my fingers over and over through his perfectly mussed hair. “And what do you plan to do with me now that you've got me?” Drew stills, but lifts his head to look at me. That wicked grin of his takes over and my body is on high alert. He pulls and turns me, laying me flat across the sofa, settling on top of me, nestled between my legs. Incredibly comfortable with his weight on me, I wrap my legs around his.
He says, “I plan to ravish and spoil you, tell you every day how much I love and care for you...” He pauses to sweep a loose lock of hair out of my face. “To challenge and cherish you forever.”
Wow. They almost sound like wedding vows. I open my mouth to speak, but he's rendered me speechless again. He moves his hand to my face and, with one finger, gently pushes my chin up to close my mouth. Then he kisses me, tender and meaningful.
My hands sweep back into motion…one fisting in his hair, the other caressing his back. He doesn't move to open his mouth for our tongues to meet so I make the move. I lick his lips, but he doesn't budge. Instead, he pulls back, breaking our kiss.
“Rebecca. I don't want to have sex right now.” Confusion sets in because I can feel his growing erection. Squinting my eyes at him, I raise my pelvis to bump his erection. Smiling, he says, “Okay…well, I do want to, but I want you to understand something and I don't want it to be clouded by the sex.” Gently, he traces his finger down the side of my face. “Rebecca,” he says again, “this magnetic draw between us is more than just sex for me. I've told you before about being soul mates, but I believe this to be something deeper. I don't know if there is a name for it, but this is...extraordinary.” He finishes with a kiss on my forehead and I close my eyes at the tenderness.
“Andrew…” I start. That gets his attention as his eyes snap to mine. I've never said his full name before and it even feels weird saying it.
“Drew,” he says firmly.
“Oh, pipe down, Andy. You call me Rebecca even though I told you I prefer Becca. So I shall call you whatever the hell I feel like.” He glares at me. I guess he really doesn't like Andy. I laugh to myself while trying to maintain a straight face, but I stifle a smile.
Ignoring his facial expression, I move on, “Anyway, as I was starting to say, Andrew. First of all, I never thought it was just about the sex. This feeling is unreal. It's like I need to be with you at all times to be happy. I agree that it feels like so much more than just soul mates.” Sliding my hand from his hair down to his face, I brush his cheek with my thumb. He tilts into my hand, just a little.
“Secondly, I don't know what your aversion is to Andrew, but it is your name, correct?”
“Yes, but...” I put my thumb over his lips to shut him up so he simply nods.
“If I choose to use your full name, get over it. I've gotten over you using mine. Just deal.” He closes his eyes briefly and nods again. “I sense that you hate the name Andy so I will try to refrain from teasing you with it,” I say with a smile. “Although it might be hard now that I know it bothers you.” Drew glares at me.
“Thirdly,” I tease with a smile. He raises his eyebrows in astonishment. “I can't stay mad at you for some reason and it's making me crazy. I understand you want to take care of me and I love that you do, but I can't just be that kind of woman that sits around doing nothing. I will work, you will work, and we will make this work.” I release his lips and he urgently presses them to mine, as if our lips were apart way too long.
Disengaging from the kiss, I caress the stubble on his cheek, smiling. “Fourthly,” I taunt once again. He moans and throws his head into the pillow that my head is resting on. Chuckling at his aggravation, I barely get out, “You can apologize to me like that anytime you wish.” He raises his head to look at me, stupefied. I can't contain my laughter and I let it all out and he joins in.
After we've mellowed a bit, I think I might torment him just one more time. “Drew?”
“Hmm?”
A giggle manages to surface before I can rein it in. “Fifthly...” Is that even a word?
“No, no, no. No more!” He’s laughing, yet it has a serious undertone.
“Just kidding, just kidding! You are so easy to rile up.” I bring his face down to mine and place a kiss on his forehead. The tension seems to instantly melt out of him. He tucks his arms under my back and lays his head on my chest.
“You're a cruel woman, Becca.” Trying to peek down at him, I can't really see anything except his forehead and hair. But I felt his cheek move, giving away that he was smiling, which made me smile.
“See? That's not so bad, is it?” I hear his lips part, rather than see them, his smile widening. I go back to rubbing his back and playing with his hair, and we just lie with each other. Being. Loving.
Eleven
A feeling of heat is taking over my body and, realizing I'm not in my bed, I open an eye. Drew is on top of me, hot and heavy...and not in a good way. We must have been exhausted after our day and dozed off.
Glancing at the clock, I see that it's pretty late and I have to work tomorrow. I try to wiggle a little to stir him awake, but he's like dead weight. “Drew?” I whisper.
“Yeah?” he says, like he's been awake this whole time.
“Were you asleep?” I ask.
He lifts his head and has a silly grin on his face. “No, but I didn't want to disturb you by moving so I've just been laying here.”
“Oh, my god. You could've moved. I would've been fine. You must be so uncomfortable. Get up already.” I try to shove him up, but he still doesn’t move.
Still grinning, he slowly retreats backwards to a kneeling position between my legs. Oh, crap. Pain! Drew must have been cutting off my circulation. “Owwww!” I shout as I spring up and start rubbing my leg. “Owww, it hurts worse to touch it!” Pins and needles spread throughout my entire leg.
“I'm so sorry, Rebecca. I didn't know I was cutting off the blood supply to your leg!” he says with worry. We both know that my leg will be okay in a few minutes, but I feel like ribbing him.
He playfully smirks at me and gently pushes me backwards, knocking me over. “Well, then I'd only have to throw one leg over my shoulder,” he says with an eyebrow raised and a very naughty look on his face.
Gasping with a smirk, I smack him on the thigh. “You are so bad! I'm in pain here and you're being impossibly sexy.” I sit back up and shake a finger at him. “And don't knock me over. You’re not allowed to hurt the patient.”
“Oh, there, there,” he says, playing along. “I think you will be just fine, baby. Let's get you up on your feet and really get that blood flowing, shall we?” He stands and holds his hand out to me. Helping me up off the sofa, he wraps one arm around my waist and takes one of my hands and places it on his shoulder to hold on to. He's my crutch.
Pain shoots through my leg as the blood floods my veins. Drew leads me slowly around the apartment and with each step, I suck in air through my teeth, hissing. A few minutes later, it's almost better. I no longer need his assistance, but I love him aiding me.
It's been a long day full of food, talking, and a lot of sex. It's been damn near perfect. I learned a little about his family. His father is a doctor, his mother stays at home and drinks heavily, and they live on the east coast. He's an only child and wanted to make a life for himself away from his mother, never agreeing with her drinking or the way she embarrasses him. Drew's parents are always fighting over her alcohol problem and she's been to rehab a couple of times. He went away to college right after high school just to get away from it all, not even waiting for the summer to be over. He only goes back home for major holidays and, to this day, just sees his mother during certain holidays. Drew visits his dad and talks to him more often, staying informed about his mother through him.