Something More (12 page)

“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.

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. 

“Well, good thing I
woke up when I did. You'd feel
really
bad if I had to have my leg
amputated.” I snicker through my nose, not able to keep my laughter back.

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.

It's no wonder he's
never really had a relationship before. He didn't grow up seeing a loving
couple together. Hearing about his childhood and family makes me care for him
so much more. I'm actually amazed that he's so loving and caring towards me
despite his upbringing. I want to give him all the love he's never really felt
from his mother.

Reluctantly letting go
of him, I hobble into the kitchen and get a glass of water. I turn and look at
him to see that he's watching me, like he always is. My beautiful stalker. The
way he looks at me is just knee-buckling. I don't think I could ever tire of
it. I've studied his body, all the dips and curves of his muscles, the lines of
his face and the flecks in his eyes. He has to be the eighth wonder of the
world and he’s right here, in my little apartment. His hair is a beautiful
mess, his eyes light on fire with desire, and he has a sinfully sexy body. My
tall drink of sexy fucking water. I zone out while looking at him, thinking
about all of his wonderful attributes. 

Drew's movement towards
me reels me back in and I refocus. “Did you want something to drink?” I ask. Of
course, he's been here all day making himself at home with me and my body so he
can probably get his own glass of water. He shakes his head, as he comes to a
stop in front of me. Slightly turning to place my glass on the counter, I see
his hand grip the counter next to me. Turning back towards him, I notice he has
both of his hands on the counter, caging me in. Pinning me down with his eyes,
he leans down to kiss me softly on the lips, making my simmering insides a
raging inferno.

“It's getting kind of
late for a school night, as you say. I should probably get going soon,
especially since I didn't get any work done today.” He leans down to give me
another kiss, this time on the corner of my mouth. “And it's your first day of
work tomorrow. You should be well rested.” He leans down once more, placing a
kiss on the opposite corner of my mouth. He's not going to be going anywhere
soon if he doesn't stop being so delicious.

My hands reach out to
grab his waist and I pull him closer, knowing what will press up against my
belly. When it gets there, I can't help but let out a little moan. He nuzzles
next to my ear and I can feel him breathing. Then he starts rocking himself
against me, turning me on even further. “So you're g-going to leave me?” I
stutter out. “To my own d-devices?” I smirk, knowing he will remember last
night when we were texting about me using my toys.

Drew whispers in my
ear, “You will never have to use those again, baby. I want all of your pleasure
to be with me. Mine.” Hearing those words make me
hot.
My mind is now
vacant of anything except taking him. I grab his hair, pull his head back, and
crush my lips to his. Plunging through his lips with my tongue, I assault his
mouth. I stand up straighter and start steering him backwards, not breaking
contact.

Pushing him down into a
dining room chair, I quietly hope it will hold us. I straddle his lap and my
hands are in his hair, pulling. He grabs the bottom of my shirt, and I lift my
arms up automatically, only breaking the kiss to get the shirt over my head.
Drew unbuttons and unzips my jean shorts, making room for his greedy hands. He
slides both hands down my backside, scooting the shorts down in the process.
One of his hands moves around to my front and slips beneath my panties to my
swollen clit. Whimpering at his touch, I start to grind against him. 

I struggle to reach
down and lower his shorts, but I manage to spring him free. Shifting backwards
off of his lap, I momentarily break the kiss to get my shorts and panties off.
This was so much easier when we didn't have clothes on. Drew disposes of his shorts,
as well, and now all I can think of is that his naked butt is on my chair. What
a lucky chair.

Straddling his lap
again and holding the back of the chair, his thick erection is nestled between
my folds. My juices make it very easy to glide against his dick, up and down. I
begin working myself into a frenzy, but I want him inside me when I come.
Lifting myself up with my legs against the bars on the bottom of the chair, I
reach down and grab his cock, rubbing my wetness all over the crown, then
position him at my entry. When I quickly drop down. I cry out in pure ecstasy,
my head thrown back and eyes closed. Now holding onto the chair for support, I
wait a minute to take in his fullness before I begin to ride him.

Drew just lets me take
control. He's supporting my back with his arms and when I finally open my eyes,
he looks like he's regaining consciousness. Maybe I should have warned him
before I took the plunge? With a half smile on my face, I say, “Sorry.”

His gorgeous, oceanic
eyes are lazy slits, but he manages to turn a corner of his lips up into a tiny
grin. “Please. Don't. Apologize,” he huffs out, breathlessly. “Awesome,” he
continues.

Marveling at this
feeling, at him, at this connection, I get into a rhythm. With one hand still
on the back of the chair, I move the other to the back of his head, tugging his
hair so I can look into his eyes. When his eyes are focused on mine, I mouth
the words
Thank you.
I’m not quite sure why I chose those words, but I
am thankful. Thankful for him being so beautiful, thankful for him “planning”
to meet me, thankful for him bringing life back into me. Thankful for
him...period. He has a slightly puzzled look on his face, but doesn't say
anything.

A single tear rolls out
of my eye and down my cheek…not out of sadness, but of pure happiness. I don't
know what I did to deserve this beautiful creature before me, but I must have
done something right. Yet another thing to be thankful for. 

Drew is still looking
into my eyes, now with concern. Without taking his eyes off of mine, he swipes
away the tear with his thumb and pulls my face to his. He gives me a quick kiss
and then moves to whisper in my ear, “Are you okay, baby?” I can't speak. I
just nod. And ride. Showing him rather than telling him that I'm okay.

Now that I'm refocused,
I can feel the familiar tingle starting to spread throughout my body. I've
gotten to know this tingle well today. I start riding him harder and I feel his
muscles slightly tightening. He's on the edge with me, and we’re both about to
fall off.

“Becca,” he says
through gritted teeth, trying to wait for me to come with him. My name sounding
tortured as it left his lips is all it took for me to jump off that cliff. When
I moan, he releases into me. “Mine,” he whispers and squeezes my bottom. We
ride it out, letting the orgasm crash through us, unraveling together.

Afraid to let go of
him, I slump down to rest my head on his shoulder and try to catch my breath. “I
don't know what kind of witchcraft you possess, but please don't break this
spell you have on me,” I mumble with a breathy giggle.

He gives one good, “Hmmph,”
that I feel in his chest more than I hear it. “Baby, if I was a witch, you
would already be in my bed. For good.” 

Lifting my head up to
see him, I pour myself into his eyes. “I don't think there is any other place
I'd rather be.” He lifts his eyebrows at me, I’m sure silently asking if I'm
serious. I bring my hands to hold his wrists that are still cupping my face.

With a slight grin, I
nuzzle into his touch. “Drew, there is nowhere else I'd rather be than with
you. Always.” He starts to say something, but I silence him with a finger on
his lips. “I know you know what I'm going to say. Too soon. This all really has
been so fast that I'm not even sure if you are real or if I'm dreaming.” My
eyes drift downwards and I whisper, “Too good to be true.”

He lifts my chin up
with a finger, recapturing my eyes. My soul. “
Not
too good to be true. I'm
right here, Rebecca. Touching you. Inside you.
Feeling
you.” He slowly
and gently rubs my cheeks with his thumbs. Another lone tear trickles out of my
eye and into the palm of his hand. His words are beautiful. Powerful.

“I feel you. I hear
you,” I say, moving a hand to place over his heart. “I see you.” My eyes are now
fixated on his, drowning in their depth and beauty. I could get lost there
forever and be totally content.

Taking my hand from his
heart, I move it to cup his face. Drew moves one of his hands to my wrist that
is holding his face, and he leans into my touch. He closes his eyes briefly. “Mmm.”

This has been a truly
intimate moment. Both of us naked in my dining room chair, me spread eagle on
his lap. Drew, still inside me, watching me fall in love with him.
Wait.
What?
I'm falling in love with him? No. I can't be.

Resurfacing from the
depths of his eyes, I look at him anew. Love? Yes, I believe this is it, but it
doesn't seem like the right word for some reason. It seems...inferior. My
feelings run deeper than just love. Deeper than a soul mate. What can be deeper
than that?

I cannot tell him about
this revelation. It's too soon and I don't want to be the first to say it
because that would just scare him away. Well, maybe not him. He seems to be the
total opposite of every other guy I've ever met. Although, knowing my luck,
there's probably a big neon sign flashing over my head and he already knows. He
can read me like a book. It's so aggravating. 

My demeanor must have
changed because he drops his hand from my face down to my thigh, sliding it out
to my knee and repeating with his other hand. I look down at where his hands
are now resting and then look back to him. I move mine to lie atop his. “What's
wrong?” I barely get out.

“Nothing is wrong,
Rebecca. Everything is right,” he says in a somewhat annoyed tone. “I just wish
you would go with your heart. I know what it is telling you. I can feel it.”
Ugh. He knows. I'm not caving, though.