The rest of the night Drew and I spent telling stories. I told him more stories about my childhood with Layla and he told me about his childhood. The entire night was just about us and nothing else mattered but each other. For a while, I forgot about my crazy early morning and Celine but as it got later I knew I would have to head back.
"It's getting late," I sigh. "You should probably take me home now."
Drew seem to sadden by that idea. "You can't stay another hour?"
His lips form into a pout making me feel guilty. "I can't. It's late and I have work tomorrow. I'm not letting you talk me into having another day off." I say before he can suggest it.
"Spend the night," Drew says as if it's the most obvious answer in the world.
"What?" I gauge his expression trying to see if he was serious or not.
"I'm not ready to say goodbye to you tonight." I wasn't ready to say goodbye to him either and I was going to come back here in a few hours anyways. Celine's a big girl so I wasn't worried about leaving her alone. Despite the incident, I knew it wasn't going to take her a long time to get back on her feet.
She wouldn't miss me for one night.
"Okay." I didn't realize how much I wanted to spend the night until now.Drew is grinning from ear to ear before he's leaning over and kissing me. I kiss back but just for a little bit before we could get carried away. "Let's get ready for bed."
Drew cleans up the living room while I wash our dishes. When we are all done, Drew enables the alarm and turn off the lights before we head upstairs.
My heart hammers in my chest with every step we take. This feels different from any other time Drew took me upstairs.
This feels more intimate.
"So which guest room can I have?" I stop talking once I see the look Drew is giving me. It's a cross between anger and disbelief.
Did I say something wrong?
"I didn't ask you to sleep here so you can be in the room away from me. I want you in my bed and in arms. I want to feel the rise and fall of your chest as you breathe. I want to feel your head on my chest when I wake up in the morning. So you're not sleeping in a fucking guest room Mia."
I crumble at his words and hold out my hand for him to lead me into his bedroom. The only time I entered his bedroom were when I was cleaning it but tonight I would be sleeping in it with him.
Drew opens the door and leads me inside. His room smells like him, the vanilla scent hitting me the second we walk through.
"Do you have something I can sleep in?" I ask shyly. "I usually sleep in sweats." It wasn't the sexiest look in the world but it wasn't like I was planning a night of seduction.
"Yeah." I watch as he strolls over to his dresser and opens the first drawer. He pulls out a plain black T-shirt then a pair of striped blue and white boxers from the second drawer. "The bathroom is right there."
I thank him and take the clothes with me into the bathroom. There, I strip out of my jeans, tank top and cardigan and put on the T-shirt and boxers. Drew's shirt was two sizes too big and stopped mid-thigh which covered the boxers I had on underneath.
"Mia?" Drew's voice brings me back to the now.
"Yeah?"
"Are you okay in there?"
"Perfect." I smile a little too brightly at him when I opened the door.
"You ready to go to bed?" He asks, taking a step back as I step out and shut the door behind me.
"Ready." I watch as Drew's gaze lowers down to his shirt and a low growl emanates from his chest. "What's wrong?"
"You look more sexier than I imagine." He tells me, which makes me blush. "I think I underestimated my self-control." Drew adds.
"So lose control." I tell him before boldly standing on my tippy-toes and pressing my mouth to his. He kisses me back, our lips testing and teasing one another until Drew pulls away, leaving me breathless. Our eyes meet and I can see he's searching for something. Whatever he was searching for he must have found because he's kissing me than leading me to the bed.
When we reached the bed Drew turns his body around to face me. "We can go to sleep. I didn't bring you up here for this." He reassures me.
"I know... But I want this."
"There's no pressure Mia. I'll be happy just to hold you." I knew he would be. The sincerity in his voice was my undoing.
"Make love to me Drew."
Drew groans before he erases the small amount of space between us and captures my lips with his. His arms encircle my waist and I sigh when his hands squeezes my ass. Without breaking the kiss, Drew settles down onto the bed, taking me along with him so now I was sitting on his lap.
A low growl rumbles from his chest and he reaches up underneath my shirt, unclasped my bra and slid the straps down my arms. With my bra gone, he deepened the kiss and grabbed a handful of my breast.
I gasp at the sensation and rock against the growing need between his legs. His lips were everywhere. My neck, my throat, then back to my lips.
I feel his fingers against my skin as he reaches for the bottom of my shirt. We break the kiss long enough for Drew to slip the shirt over my head.
His mouth locks onto one of my nipples instantly. I cry out the same time I arch into him. It feels incredible. I scratch at his back only to realize he's still wearing his shirt. I wanted that off. I want that off now.
I reach down to pull his shirt over his head and Drew helps, lifting his arms up so that I am able to pull it off and throw it into the darkness. His lips are at my neck again and this time I stretch my neck, giving him more access.
Drew lies down, pulling me along with him and with expert skills that surprise me as he maneuvers our bodies so that he's on top and I'm pinned between the bed and his body.
I take in the expansiveness of his chest. He's all smooth muscles. Every ridge was perfectly outlined. Without thinking, I lean forward and sprinkle kisses everywhere I can reach.
He lifts his body off of mines slightly and looks down at me with me smoldering dark eyes before giving me a lingering kiss that I feel to my toes. Suddenly he breaks away and his hands are at the waistband of the boxers. Without breaking eye contact, Drew pulls down the boxers along with my panties and I lift my hips to help him until they're completely off.
I'm stripped down as emotionally and physically as I can be with someone right now and I couldn't think of a better person than Drew to be vulnerable with.
He was no longer an idol, this untouchable being that everyone makes him out to be. I was no longer just the hired help, a no one in eyes of many.
We were just people.
A boy and a girl... And nothing else mattered.
"You're perfect." Drew whispers as his eyes roam over my body. I reach for the waistband of his jeans and tug them down so now he was just as stripped down as I was.
And he took my breath away. His thighs were thick and corded with muscles. Every inch of him was perfect.
"So are you." I tell him when I finally drag my eyes back to his face.
His hand trails from my throat passed my stomach and hip until his hand is cupping my center and I suck in a breath.
One long finger dips to my center and I arch my back.
"You're so wet." Drew hisses before he's adding another finger. I tremble as he continues to pump his fingers in and out in a slow assault until I can't take it anymore.
"Drew please." I don't recognize my voice. It's all breathless and needy. He finally pulls his finger out and I pout at the loss. I don't know what I want but it was definitely not for him to stop. Before I can ask why he did I hear the drawer to his nightstand opening and shutting before I hear the foil being torn open.
Drew is hovered over me in a matter of seconds. His hands spread my thighs apart before centering himself to push inside of me.
"I'll be gentle." He promises against my lips the same time he thrust inside of me. I cry out and Drew swallows the sound with a kiss. He pushed passed the resistance I knew he felt since this was my first time. It burned like I always heard it would and I can feel my walls stretch to accommodate to his large size. Drew holds still and looks down at me, with a concerned knot between his brows.
"Are you okay?"
I nod my head, unable to speak. It didn't take long for the burning to subside and I stir against him. Â Â Drew presses a soft kiss to my lips before he begins to move. Each thrust is timed and slowed and I throw my head back, my mouth opens but no sound comes out.
He clogs my senses. All I can feel, smell, and hear is Drew.
He picks up his pace, going faster and harder and I grip a handful of the sheets when clawing at his back wasn't good enough.
Drew looks down at me. Our eyes lock and in his eyes I see warmth, admiration, and something else I was scared to let myself believe was there.
Fireworks explode behind my eyes as the most intense pressure build up inside of me and I scream out a garbled version of his name. Drew pumps faster inside of me before going still and collapsing beside me.
For a while, there are no sounds other than our light breathing. I feel the bed shift and I cock my head to the side to face Drew just as he kisses my forehead. I close my eyes as he continues to sprinkle kisses across my cheek, nose, then finally my lips before he pulls me close and wraps his arms around my waist.
Sleep came fast.
With Drew's arm around me I felt safe, happy,and loved.