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"Will you hold me?"

He walked around to the bed and crawled in behind her. He took her into his arms and the realization struck him, he was covered only by the towel and she was as naked as a jaybird under that bathrobe. He was also hard as a rock.

Chapter Four

N
efertiti awoke in Drake's arms. "What time is it?"

"Ten," he said evenly as if it were six or seven.

"Ten!" She tried to pull out of his arms, but he held her tighter.

"You were tired. I saw no need to wake you."

He had obviously been up for a while. He had on sweat pants which told her he'd gotten out of bed because when he got into bed he had on a towel only. "I have to go upstairs and brush my teeth..."

"There's a toothbrush for you in my bathroom."

"I have to get dressed."

"No you don't."

Well no, she supposed lounging around in a bathrobe wasn't as bad as lying around in clothes covered in vomit.

She eased out of his arms and went to the bathroom. He had taken care of her all night. He was forceful, yet tender. And she hadn't been mistaken that he called her baby. He was attractive, strong, sexy and kind and she liked him a lot. Being in his arms had felt right; even though she hated the events that had put her there she couldn't deny loving the feel of his bare chest beneath her cheek.

"You okay in there, baby?" He knocked on the door. She emerged and forced a shaky smile.

"Of course."

"You need to eat."

She wasn't hungry, but the look in his eyes told her he wouldn't tolerate rebellion. "Thank you for last night." She leaned in and placed a soft kiss on his lips. She had every intention of kissing his cheek, but her lips were on autopilot and the programming was set straight for his lips. She pulled back, ready to apologize if need be, but one look in his eyes and she knew there was no need for apologies.

He cupped the back of her head in his hand and pulled her closer before covering her mouth with his. He let his tongue dance with hers, so slowly, so softly, and she responded by wrapping her arms around him and rising on tip-toe to meet each sensual thrust.

This was what she wanted, what she needed. This connection to good could help her forget, even if only briefly, her pain. She could think of nobody better for her first time than Drake.

Slowly she unfolded her arms from around him, letting her hands brush down his smooth skin, over his back, his ribcage and his stomach as she kissed him deeply.

She found the knot in the tie of the robe and loosened it. Then she slid the robe from her shoulders and stretched her naked body against him.

He was the first to break the kiss. Pulling back only slightly, breathlessly he said, "Are you sure?"

"Yes," she whispered against his lips, brushing them softly with her own. "Please, touch me."

He didn't need much coaxing it was as if he was simply waiting for permission because with her one plea his control, that reserve he usually showed with her, broke. He reached his hands low and covered her butt, squeezing firm and pulling her toward him. She nearly jumped into his arms.

"Right where I want you, baby."

God, she needed to touch him, taste him, feel him deep inside of her. She slipped her hand inside the waistband of his sweat pants and covered his butt in kind. He was naked beneath and she couldn't wait to get him out of his pants and take a look at what she had been feeling.

He grabbed her hands, pulling her over toward the bed before shucking his own clothing. He was long, hard and thick.

Her eyes widened. She hadn't seen a penis before. She had no idea of their girth. "How will it fit?"

He chuckled and she realized; "I just said that out loud didn't I?"

"Yeah, you did." He rested his head against the pillow and then pulled her on top of him. "I'll let you set the pace."

She bit her lip, closed her eyes and eased her weight down on him. Her nails pressed into his chest. "Just give me a minute," she panted.

"Let me help you," he said through clenched teeth.

She was stretched wide and deep. She never imagined the pain.

"Relax," he urged her.

How could she relax? She wanted to rid herself of this intrusion, yet at the same time she wanted more. She began to rock slowly, riding him softly as he teased her clit. She lifted off him only slightly at first but then, as if controlled by primal instinct, she let go. Each time she allowed him deeper.

His hands gripped her waist and he thrust into her, raising his hips to match her pace.

She moved on top of him trying to assuage the ace between her legs and within her body. She had never felt something this controlling, this consuming before. She was striving, trying to reach for something and she didn’t know what, or how she would get there, just that she needed to get there now.

She was so close she could break any second. "Oh," she threw her head back. "Drake!" Her breath caught on a sharp inhale, muscles contracted and she came. He gripped her hips continuing to move her atop him until he too felt his release.

Warmth rushed through her. He felt so good, so big, but so incredibly good.

She collapsed onto his chest. Her hair fell across his body as his breathing returned to normal. She felt his hand stroke lazily up and down her spine.

"You okay?"

"Hmm..." she moaned. Speaking wasn't really an option. He was still deep inside her. She didn't want to relinquish him just yet. She wasn't afraid he wouldn't want more. From the books she had read she knew men couldn't fake their orgasms. No, she was afraid it would be hard to take him in again. As if reading her mind he said, "It gets easier."

"Hmm...You’re too big for me," she sighed. "But I like you inside me. You are my first, my only," she yawned.

"And if I have my way I'll be your last," he mumbled.

"I did it right then?"

"Oh yeah, you did everything right."

She eased off him and rolled onto her back. “You’re very good at that,” she giggled.

He chuckled. "You haven't seen anything yet."

"Hmm," she closed her eyes. "Kiss me again?" She wanted to feel his lips on her lips, his tongue mingling with hers.

"My pleasure," he leaned in and rewarded her with the longest series of kisses yet.

Her stomach growled.

"You need food."

She laughed. "I am a little hungry."

Her stomach rumbled once more. He eyed her suspiciously and said, "a little?"

"A lot," she conceded."

"Pancakes coming up."

He told her to stay in bed, so she stayed. She rested her back against the headboard. Her hair fell perfectly covering her small breasts. She waited patiently for him to return and when he did he had a serving tray with a glass of orange juice and a stack of pancakes.

"That's too many for me," she said, noticing there was only one fork yet three pancakes.

"You'll need your energy."

She poured on the syrup. He laughed. "Would you like some pancake to go with that syrup?"

She rolled her eyes. "Thank you for last night, for breakfast, for...everything."

"You're welcome." He pushed her hair away from her breasts. "Thank you for an incredible morning."

"Don't you have work today?" She stuffed another piece of pancake in her mouth.

"I took a few days off. I'm all yours."

She liked the thought of Drake being all hers.

Suddenly his face turned serious. "I am sorry about your parents."

"They were my world, and now my world is gone. I feel lost...alone. No home and no family."

He took her hand in his. "We'll be your home, Nefertiti. I know it's not the same, but we love you."

"And I love you." She loved them both, but he was right; it wasn't the same. Still, she was thankful. Had she still been Mr. Olander's maid at F-301 she wouldn't have survived her parents death, no, their murder. Death sounded natural and there was nothing natural about it. They were murdered, executed. "You helped me."

"This wasn't sympathy sex. I've wanted you since the moment I first saw you. I want you still."

"And I want you."

"I want you to be mine." He interlocked his fingers with hers. She wasn't sure why his words relieved her. When she dropped her robe and stretched against him she had wanted a connection to help her forget, to get through this. But maybe she had wanted more.

"I'm yours." She gave herself over to him, opening her heart, her world, her body just for him. He was the only man she had ever wanted to give herself completely to. And though she wasn't sure he'd want more than sex, more than the friendship, she couldn't deny the fact that she was already bound to him. In her heart he was her husband.

"I need a shower," she handed him the serving tray.

"Take one in my shower." He sat the tray on the chest at the end of the bed. "I'll help you."

She frowned at him. "Like you helped me last night? I do not think so." She remembered how rough he had been when he rubbed her body.

"Sorry about that. I was full of anger and fear. I'll be gentle." He held up his right hand. "I swear."

"Well since you swear to be good."

"Babe, I said nothing about being good," he winked. "I'm too hard to just be good."

"Maybe we should get you a concubine," she snorted.

He pulled her close to him. His chest pressed against her back. "I don't want anybody else. I don't need anybody else."

She ran her fingers along his forearm. "Good," she whispered as she leaned back against him, settling deeper. She knew he would want her to talk more about her family. But for now she just wanted this, this moment with him without talk of the past, her past and her pain.

She felt his hand slide over her stomach and move lower. "No," she shook her head. "Shower."

He chuckled. "I can do it there too." He grabbed on to her hand and pulled her into the master bathroom.

"I've never seen one like this before," she pointed to the walk-in glass block shower.

"After Natalie died I wanted to change everything in here that reminded me of her." He stripped off his pants, walked into the shower and started the water. Water shot out form several sides and overhead as he walked back out. "It'll warm up quick." He smiled.

"So you changed things yourself?"

"Yeah. I started with the bedroom. Ditched the canopy bed for the cherry wood sleigh bed. Ripped up the carpet and put down wood flooring. Changed the wall color. All of it. Then I came in here and took out the Victorian tub she wanted. Ripped out the vanity sinks and built this.

"This is beautiful." She loved the modern sink. Just enough counter space for a few needed items like toothpaste and the likes. Stone tile floors in a gray color. The toilet was black, and there was a window. She hadn't seen a bathroom with a window before.

"Come on," he took her hand.

"You wanted to forget her?"

"I was angry as hell at her." He guided her into the shower. "She gave up on us and I was pissed. I took it out on the house."

"I'm sorry..."

"Don’t be;" He took a bar of soap and lathered his hands before rubbing them over her body. "I grieved my way. I had lost my son, buried him without his mother because she wouldn't leave the house. Then, a month later I buried her."

"Was she sick?"

"No. Not really. She just gave up. I couldn't get her to eat or drink anything. Couldn't get her out of bed. I wasn't home that day." He stroked her, and despite the topic of conversation she felt the distraction of arousal.

"She had asked Tayla to brink her something for her headache. Tayla took up the bottle of pills and some water and went back downstairs like she was told. When I got here I found Natalie in the tub." He sighed. "I thought she was sleep, but when I felt the cool water I knew. I knew before checking for her pulse. Then I saw the empty bottle."

"Poor Tayla." She knew how Tayla must have felt, the pain of blaming herself.

"It took a year of therapy, but she finally understood it wasn’t her fault. She's still fragile though."

She shook her head. "And then to see me..." She hadn't been thinking of what her breakdown had done to them.

"She'll be okay. She was worried about you. She thought you'd leave us the same way."

Understanding flickered in her gaze. "You were worried too." It explained his force as he pulled her from the bed, made her shower and made her take the first bite of food.

He teased her nipple between his fingers. "I'm still worried."

"I won't put you two through that again." She knew the pain all too well and she wouldn't be the cause of it.

"You have to talk about it, all of it."

She moaned. She didn't want to talk about it; not now.

"No. Right now I want to wash you."
 
She soaped up her hands and smoothed them over his penis. She circled his tip and he groaned.

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