Something More (9 page)

Drew: I'm still in my
suit.

Me: What are you doing?

Anxiously awaiting his
response, I reach over into my “toy drawer” that I have just in case the need
arises while I'm in the tub. I don't want to make a mess getting out and going
to my bedroom to get a toy. It’s easier to just keep a little vibrating friend
within easy reach. My phone buzzes.

Drew: Walking around my
office and texting you. Getting frustrated.

I bark out the biggest
laugh I think I've had in a long time. That is simply too funny. I wish I could
be a fly on his wall. I wonder how long I can resist him. I just met him, but
it’s super hard already. A few hours with Drew and I'm ready to climb his lean,
sculpted body to have my way with him.
Well, shit, Bec. You were ready for
that at first sight in the deli.
With feigned innocence, I text back.

Me: Why are you pacing
around your office? You should relax.

He responds quickly.

Drew: You are driving
me mad, woman!

Me: Don't go mad. Your
time will come
.

Drew: Ugh. Stop teasing
me already!

Me: Ok. I'll let you
be. Sleep tight. ;-)

Oh, my god. Did I just
winky face him?
Well, it's young and playful. Who cares?
Another text comes through.

Drew: I will leave you
to your...devices. For now. I'm not happy about it, though.

Me: Goodnight, Drew.

Drew: Goodnight,
Rebecca.

I settle back into the
water and put my toy to good use.

After yesterday's
events, I plan to take it easy today and make sure I have everything set to
start my new job tomorrow. Good thing I had washed my scrubs ahead of time. I
don't think I'd want to do it today. I don't even think I want to get that
pedicure because that would require walking. My feet just can't handle it right
now. I just want to veg, read, and let Drew soak into my brain.
Mmm, Drew
.

While I'm having my
morning coffee and cereal, I grab my phone to see if there are any messages.
Two missed calls and six texts.
Wow
. That's a busy phone day for me. I
see the calls are from my daughter, one from last night and one from this
morning. I totally forgot I was supposed to let her know how the date went. I
got a little side-tracked last night, to say the least. I listened to the
voicemail she left.

“MOM! Why aren't you
answering your phone? Are you okay? You have me worried now! Call me back!” I
roll my eyes. A taste of her own medicine is good for her. She can see what
I've gone through worrying about her all these years. I’ll make her stew a
little longer, and will call her back in a little bit.

Checking the texts, I
see two are from Alyssa asking about the date and if I'm okay. Three are from
Charlie, first to ask how the date went, then starting to freak from no
response from me…hence the phone calls. One text is from Drew. My heart starts
beating faster, my face heats up, and my stomach turns into a knot.

Drew: Good morning,
beautiful.

The grin that spreads
across my face won't be leaving anytime soon. What a wonderful way to start the
morning. I stare at the phone with my stupid grin and caress it with my thumb.

Me: Good morning,
handsome.

I remember our texts
from last night and I giggle at the thought of him pacing around his office,
hot and bothered. Well, maybe just bothered.

Once I finish up my
breakfast and put the dishes in the dishwasher, I look around the apartment to
see if anything needs to be done. All of a sudden, I feel like cleaning. I head
over to my stereo and plug in my iPod. I pick my playlist that has the happiest
songs on it and turn it up, but not too loud because I don't want to piss off
the neighbors. I grab the vacuum and just do a quick pass around the apartment.
A clean carpet makes it look so much better.
Who doesn't love the lines left
by a vacuum?

I dance around, working
up a light sweat and singing horribly. My feet are protesting after yesterday's
events, but I'm in such a great mood that I barely notice them. When I finish
up, there's not much else to do. I turn the music off and head over to my
bookshelf, skimming over the titles to see if there is anything I want to read
again. Maybe I will download a book to my Kindle. As I ponder which I would
rather do, I hear my phone buzz, indicating that I have a text.

Drew: How did you
sleep?

Me: Like a rock. You?

Drew: Not as well as
you, I guess
.

Me: Maybe you should
get some devices of your own.

I laugh.

Drew: Not funny. I
don't need them. I will have you in my bed soon enough
.

My mouth drops open.
Was that a challenge, or was he just stating a fact? I mean, I know it will
happen eventually.
Oh, who am I kidding? It will be soon, but he doesn't
know that
. And he doesn't need to be cocky about it.

Me: Is that a
challenge, Mr. Chambers?

Drew: Definitely not,
Ms. Michaels. I have this feeling that you are strong-willed, and I don't want
to prolong it any longer than necessary.

I laugh out loud. He is
such a fun pain in the ass.

Me: Good to hear.

Drew: Does that mean we
can have our second date tonight
?

Me: It's a school
night.

Drew: What are your
plans for today then?

Me: Just hanging out in
my apartment.

Drew: Would you like to
do something with me?

Me: I kind of wanted to
stay in today.

Drew: Can I come over?

I giggle. He's being so
cute. This would have been easier to do with a phone call. My head would swim,
though, just listening to his voice.

Me: I guess so, but I'm
not doing anything here, either.

Won’t it be really
boring for him?

Drew: We can talk and
get to know each other more. I'll be over in an hour.

Me: OK

I didn't think it was
possible for my smile to get wider, but it does. Now I get to veg with Drew. I
wonder if he's ever sat around and done nothing. The thought seems silly to me.
I’m sure he has. At least my apartment is clean. It's so easy to keep a place
clean when there are no kids around.

Oh! I should call
Charlie before he gets here
. I pick up the phone. Anticipating
the yelling that will come from the other end of the line, I hold the phone
away from my ear.

“MOOOOOOOM!!” she
screeches. When I hear the yelling die down, I put the phone to my ear. “Do you
have anything to say?”

Smiling, I say, “Good
morning, sweetheart.”

“Mom, you were supposed
to call me last night after you got home from your date. I've been worried
sick.”

“Honey, I am forty-years-old.
I think I can handle myself.”

“That's not the point.
You should answer your phone when I call you.”

I laugh. “Honey, I was
already in bed when you called last night. Anyway, I believe I've been
preaching that same line to you since you got your own phone, yet it still
doesn't seem to work.”

“Well…okay. Point
taken. How was your dinner?”

“It was wonderful. He's
so sweet.”

“I'm excited for you, Mom.
He better treat you right.”

“So far, so good. But
it was just one date. He's on his way over here just to hang out because I
don't feel like doing much today.”

“That's cool. Don't
forget to send me that picture.”

“I promise I will send
it. You can Google him, though. Andrew Chambers.”

“I'll do that right
now.”

“Okay. Well, I'm going
to go freshen up before he gets here. I'm still in my pajamas.”

“Okay, Mom. I love you.
Make good choices.”

I snicker. “Crazy kid.
I love you, too. ‘Bye.”

“‘Bye.”

Shaking my head, I get
up to go put myself together.

On my way to the
bathroom, I stop and turn on my scented wax warmer so it will smell nice in
here. This is definitely a woman's apartment.
I should get some fresh
flowers to put around, too
. I'm sure there's a flower shop around here
somewhere.

I had planned on
staying in my pjs all day, but that's probably a bad idea with His Royal
Sexiness coming over. I will switch to a pair of my PINK lightweight sweats
from Victoria's Secret. They are pajama-like. I can be comfy and maybe
tone-down the sex appeal today. I leave on my tee, but decide a bra would be in
my best interest. I throw my hair up into a messy bun and wash my face.

While brushing my
teeth, I look around for any paraphernalia that might be lying about. It looks
like everything is put away.
Thank goodness.
I check myself in the
mirror and debate on putting some make-up on.
Nope.
He's getting the
real deal today.
I take a deep breath.
I am ready for my visitor.

Lazily lying on my sofa
and waiting for Drew, I look through my book wish list on Amazon and see if
anything strikes my fancy. I love a good vampire book. Maybe an Anne Rice? I
keep scanning my list, but nothing is really jumping out at me. It must be my
mood. I'm too excited to read.

I plop my Kindle down
on the coffee table and grab the remote to the TV instead. I turn it on and
flip through the guide. Maybe a movie will pacify me. I haven't gotten used to
this guide yet. My channels in Florida were numbered differently. I am not
seeing any movies that grab my attention, either.

As I'm still scrolling,
the doorbell rings. My heart starts racing and my body starts to hum. I get up
and head for the door, my legs shaking.
Am I nervous?
I look through the
peephole and see him. Devastatingly handsome, as always. Sheesh. Does he ever
look normal? He's always so freaking gorgeous. I take a deep breath and open
the door with a smile.

“Hey, Drew. Come on in.”
He steps in and, as I close the door, he grabs me around the waist and pulls me
to him, crushing his lips into mine. “I've been waiting all night to see you
again,” he says, after breaking our kiss. He steps back, giving me a once over.
“I didn't realize this was a pajama party. If I had known, I would've worn
mine.” He smiles incredulously.

“These aren't pajamas.
Well, they
can
be, but they aren't. Shoot, actually, I did sleep in this
shirt last night.” I frown and look down at it to see if it's too wrinkled.
Naa,
it looks fine-ish.
He looks me over again.

“I told you I was just
staying in today. You're lucky I changed out of my actual pajamas and put my
ratty hair up. This look is nice for me on a veg day.” One raised eyebrow from
me meets both of his. Then we chuckle.

“I approve. Really
approve. You are beautiful, no matter what.”

“Be careful. I will go
back into the bathroom and put zit cream gunk all over my face and see how you
like
that.
”

“It wouldn't bother me
in the least.”

“It's pretty frightful.
Today you are getting the real me. No make-up, no sexy jeans or dresses. Just
plain ol’ me.”

He pulls me into his
arms. “There is nothing sexier than plain ol’ you.” He kisses me again. I hear
my phone buzz and excuse myself. It's a text from Charlie.

Charlie: OMG Mom! He's
GORGE!

Smiling widely, I put
my phone back down. “Would you like anything to eat or drink?”

“No. I'm good for now.”
He plops himself down on my sofa while I get myself some water. I grin. I like
seeing him cozy in my place. There’s something comforting in that.

I glance over at him and
see that he's studying me. I make my way towards him and ask, “What?”

“I was just wondering
the same thing. What?”

“I'm just happy to see
you getting comfortable in my place. It gives me a warm and fuzzy feeling. Okay,
your turn.”

He laughs. “I like
seeing you smile. I was just curious as to what you were smiling about.”

Drew angles his body
more towards me and drapes his arm across the back of the couch as I sit down
facing him. I set my water on the coffee table. “So, what did you want to do
while you're here? Watch a movie?”

He responds, “We can do
whatever you want. I just want to be near you.” Aww, my heart just melted a
little more.

“That's so sweet of
you. I like being near you, too. I think I like you wanting to be near me more,
though,” I say with an innocent grin. It's always flattering when someone wants
to be around you and is interested in you. It’s a good confidence booster.

“I see you brought a
briefcase with you. Do you have work to do?”

“I always have work to
do. I brought it in case something urgent comes up. Or if you decide you just want
to pretend I’m not here, I could work.” We both laugh.

“I don't think it's
possible for me to ignore your presence.”

“Nor could I ignore
yours.”

“So you want to play
twenty questions, do the movie thing, or what?”

“We can do the question
and answer period now, I suppose.”

“Okay. You go first.”

He looks up at the
ceiling as if debating his first question. “Let's see. You have a daughter so
I'm assuming she has a father.”

“Yes. He lives in
Florida. We were married for just a few years.”

“Why did the marriage
end?”

I raise an eyebrow. “Are
you going to do all of your questions up front without giving me a turn?”

“I think I will. It
seems easier that way.”

“Well, don't think
you're going to escape the questioning. I'm on to you, buddy.” A naughty smirk
crosses his face. I squint at him, telling him to be careful.

“I wish you were
on
me.”

I giggle. “I knew that was
coming,” I say. I roll my eyes, reach over for my water, and take a sip. “Back
to the question at hand. I think I just got married too young. I thought I
wanted to be married, but I wasn't in love with him, I suppose, or it may have
worked.” He nods. I put my water back on the coffee table.

“Do you have a friendly
relationship with him now?” I wonder where he's going with this.

“We only talk when we
have to and only about Charlie. And we still argue.” A very slight hint of a
smile appears on his face.
He's so freaking hot
. What have I done to
deserve this man on my couch right now?

“So there's no chance
of you rekindling that relationship?” Roaring laughter erupts from me.

When I've regained my
composure, I answer, “No…fucking…chance…in…hell.”

“Well, it sounds like it
is definitely over. Does he feel the same way?”

I nod. “I mean, I think
so. We've been divorced for sixteen years. I'd say it's pretty much over. If he
is still harboring feelings for me, that's on him. I'm completely done with
him.”

“Very good to know. I
wouldn't want to steal someone's lady. I mean, I
would
do it, but I
wouldn't want to have to.”

I smile. “So sweet
again, Mr. Chambers.”

“I can be,” he says
with a sexy grin. I internally roll my eyes at myself and think all his grins
are sexy.

“More questions. What
is your favorite color?”

“Just one?”

“I suppose you can have
two.”

“Just two?” I snicker
and he smiles.

“How about you just
give me a list?”

“Let me see how many I
can think of. Pink, black, and…uhhhhhh...white. Maybe a heather gray in there,
too. That work for you?”

He chuckles. “Yes,
that'll do.” I stretch out across the couch and throw another throw pillow
behind my back. I rest my feet on his thigh, and a jolt of electricity surges
through my body.

Suddenly, I wonder if
he considers this a second date. I guess it kind of is. An all-day date
yesterday and now hanging out. I really don't know how much longer I can hold
out on the “no sex” thing. Just thinking about it makes me want to orgasm. Drew
is obviously thinking along the same lines as he adjusts himself.

“Well, that didn't last
long. I guess, to remain in control, there can be no touching.” I giggle and
start to remove my feet from his leg. He grabs them and puts them back.

“Looks like we are
going to have to
learn
to control it. We can't walk around
connected....like that…in public. No better time than the present to learn to
cope,” he retorts.

I, on the other hand,
cannot control my amusement. “That would sure be a sight to see, wouldn't it?”
We start laughing uncontrollably, our bodies inching closer together. We become
very aware of this and abruptly stop laughing, almost simultaneously. The hum
of my body is much stronger when we’re in such close proximity.

A question pops into my
head. “Do you think this feeling will subside once we have sex?” He stares at
me like I read his mind. I smile internally, not wanting to break the
seriousness now lingering in the air.

“Is that your first
question, Rebecca?”

Feeling a bit confused,
I say, “Huh?”
So mature, Bec
.

He grins. “Twenty
questions. Is that your first question?”

“Oh. Uh. No. That was
just an observation question. You still have quite a few left to ask, I
believe.” Drew grabs one of my feet and starts to rub it. My eyes roll back
into my head. “Ohhh. That feels good. A girl could get use to that.”

“One of my many
talents. I intend to spoil you with them.” I look at him and he's grinning
wickedly.

“Do you have any more
questions for me?” I ask with an ulterior motive.

“I'm sure I have
plenty, but they seem to have slipped my mind at the moment.”

“Perfect.” Even though
he tries to keep hold of my foot, I withdraw it from his hands. As I pull my
leg back to my side of the sofa, I get up on my knees and crawl over to his
side, never losing eye contact.

When I get closer, he
aligns himself to be underneath me. I think he senses what I'm up to. Getting
into my desired position, I settle myself on his lap, straddling his legs. He
rests his hands on my thighs. “I don't know if I can handle this sexual tension
much longer,” I say, a tiny bit breathless.

“Me, either, but I can
go if you want me to. I don't want you to feel pressured to do something you're
not ready for,” he whispers. My core tightens and I can feel the moisture
building in my panties. I lean down to his face and place a kiss on his jaw
near his earlobe. A low, quiet moan rumbles in his chest. It turns me on that
much more. I place my hands on the armrest behind him, on either side of his
head.

Leaning to the opposite
side, I place another kiss in the same spot. Another moan, this time a little
louder. I grin at the effect I'm having on him. He moves his hands to my hips
and, slowly and deliberately, he pulls me closer. This move makes my center
glide over his growing length. I gasp slightly. With his thin shorts and my
thin sweats, it's a very erotic sensation.

I move my lips to his
and crush them together. Our tongues find each other and are tangling as if
they can't get enough. I pull back slightly to whisper, “I think I'm ready.”

Time for a bold move,
Bec
.

Grabbing his hand from
my hip, I slowly move it to my belly. Pushing his hand down under the waistband
of my sweats and under my panties, I guide it to my sweet and very wet spot. He
growls. Then, in one quick motion, I'm on my back and panting. I gaze into his
oceanic blue eyes and notice they have an intense, burning fire behind them. I
grab him behind his neck and pull him down to me. A fierceness has taken over…a
primal, lustful kiss. It devours me, and I sink into the feeling.

Drew's hand remains in
my panties and now he begins to move his fingers. It's my turn to moan as he
works over my clit. Heat races through my blood and to every nerve. I don't
think I've ever had a man make me feel this way, but this feels like so much
more. I think it's too soon for me to climax, but he's very good with his
fingers. Still, it's building, and building fast. I start to move against his
touch.

He dips two fingers
inside me and that is my undoing. Warmth spreads from my core to the tips of my
toes while my muscles grip his fingers. “Oh, Drew,” I say barely loud enough
for him to hear. “I'm sorry,” I breathe. “It's been far too long and that
was....”

He pulls his hand out
of my pants and sucks his fingers clean, which shuts me right up. “Mmm.
Delicious. I can't wait to taste you without my pesky fingers in the way.”

He grins and tucks a
loose tendril of hair behind my ear. “I'm not done with you yet,” he whispers.
I feel his hot breath against my skin and desire shoots straight to my core.
This excites me even more. I pull him to my lips again and I can taste myself
on him.

“I want you inside me.”
Our kiss deepens, he lowers himself onto me and I feel his weight. It's a wonderful
feeling.

“Oh, I will be.”

After a few moments of
kissing, he slowly separates himself from me, and then stands. He holds out his
hands for me to take and pulls me to my feet and into his arms. “I've been
waiting forever for you and I would wait forevermore.” My heart melts a little
more at his words.

“It truly feels like we
are meant to be,” I say.

I step back a little
and look into his eyes. Never breaking eye contact, I slide my pants down and
step out of them. I begin to take my shirt off, but he stops me. “Don't
I
get to unwrap my gift?” he asks and my cheeks redden.

“Of course, but make it
snappy. I want you...now!”

“I might just have to
take my time now, Ms. Impatient.” I groan in frustration and he smiles.

“Well, I'm going to
tear through the wrapping on mine.” With a wink and a smile, I grab his shirt
and yank it off of him. I move on to take his shorts off and notice he's still
wearing his socks and shoes.
Ewww.
That image, in my head, is not
attractive.

“Hey! Take those off.
There is no sex to be had with socks or shoes on!” I yell, smiling.

He laughs and says, “I
know, but I was attacked and wasn't thinking about those at the time.”
Oops,
my bad.
Without bending over, he kicks of his shoes and uses his toes to
pull off his socks. He’s got nice feet. Not gangly like most men's feet are.
Thank
goodness
.

I decide to show him a
little talent of my own. I grab the waistband of his shorts, making sure they
don't get caught on his erection. Pulling them down to the middle of his thigh,
I hike up my right leg and hook his shorts with my big toe, pulling them down
the rest of the way. He grins and steps out of them, leaving him in nothing but
his Armani boxer briefs. The head of his penis is now slightly poking out of
the top of his underwear. I'm sure with a little more excitement it will graze
his belly button.