Something More

by Jenna Tyler

  “Wh-what if I want t-to stay here?” I stammer out. I feel him smile against my skin. He knows what he's doing to me.

  He suddenly pulls away from me and turns me around to face him. One of his hands moves to fist in my hair and with a gentle, yet forceful, tug, he pulls my head back so that I'm looking him in the eyes. It's one of the many weaknesses I have for this man. “You don't want to be with me tonight?” His voice sounds hurt and disappointed.

  “Of course I do. But...”

  He interrupts me. “Oh, good. Let's get you everything you need for tonight and tomorrow.” With his hands on my shoulders, he turns me back around and leads me…no, pushes me to my bedroom.

  Making himself at home, he starts to look for things in my closet. He finds a rather large tote bag and brings it out to show me. “Will this work to pack your stuff in?”

  I laugh at him. “How many days am I packing for? A week?” Laughing still, I snatch the bag from him and head into the closet.

  He follows me and starts shuffling through my wardrobe. “Well, let's see. Three hundred and sixty-five times forever is…?”

  Gasping and snapping my head in his direction, I yell, “Andrew Chambers!” He chuckles, not looking directly at me, but I know he can see me in his peripheral vision. I swat him on his arm. “You know it's too soon, Drew.” Spotting the bag I need, I pick it up.

  “I don't know that and you don't, either. I do know that you are just delaying the inevitable. It's going to happen. You will be in my bed every night, and I will wake up to your beautiful face every morning,” he states with seriousness, yet still with a slight smirk. When he puts it like that, who could resist. I definitely wouldn't mind those things.

  “What if I don't like your bed?” I taunt.

  “Then I will buy a new one that you do like,” he replies, nonchalantly.

  “What if I don't like your apartment?”

  “Then I will get us a new one. Or maybe I'll buy us a house. Whatever you want, baby.”

  “Just like that?” I question, not believing he would just give up things he's had for years just to please me. He stops looking through my clothes and turns to face me, stepping closer.

  “Just like that,” he answers and cups my face with both hands. “I would do anything to make you happy.” Tears threaten to fill my eyes and I try my hardest to hold them back.

  Swallowing back the lump in my throat, I attempt to speak, but I need to clear my throat. “Sweet words again, Mr. Chambers. You keep that up and I will need a new heart since you keep melting mine.” We smile at each other and move toward each other to get a kiss. Drew lowers his hands, dragging them to the small of my back, pulling me closer to him.

  “You know, you could hear sweet words all the time if we lived together,” he teases.

  I can't help but giggle and roll my eyes. “Oh, my god, Drew. Can we just see how tonight goes?”

  He laughs. “Of course. Let's get your bag packed and get over there already. I'm starved.”

  “Well, get out of my closet so I can get the things I need,” I exclaim and shoo him out. There is nothing in my closet I need besides a bag since I told him this morning that I wanted to stay in tonight. Seeing him heading for my dresser makes me smile. “What are you doing?”

  “Helping you get your things, silly.”

  “Are you so hungry that you have to fondle all of my belongings?” I decide to see what he picks out for me and go sit on the bed to watch. Of course, he starts with the top drawer…my panties. Rummaging around in my delicates, he finally stops and holds up a pair to inspect. He turns around to show me a black, lacy thong.

  “You can wear these tonight,” he says, then crumples them in his hand and brings them to his nose and takes a deep breath. I take in a sharp breath at his semi-sensual act. He smiles and tosses them at me, turning back around to rummage some more. They land on the foot of the bed and I reach to grab them, tossing them into my bag.

  “You want me wearing panties tonight?” I challenge him. He turns his head to look back at me.

  “For a minute,” he retorts and wiggles his brows. “What do you want to wear to work tomorrow?”

  “Well, I wear scrubs so any pair will do. But I like to wear a cami or a t-shirt under my top, and definitely not a thong.” Drew throws a pair of bikini underwear backwards in my direction and closes that drawer. He opens the next drawer to find my bras laid out just like at Victoria's Secret. He tosses one backwards to me and continues on until I have my wardrobe for tonight and tomorrow.

  “I need to get my toiletries.” I stand to head that way and Drew follows me. As I walk into the bathroom, I grab my toothbrush and a travel holder. Drew just stands next to me, leaning his side on the counter.

  “Rebecca, do you have any extras?”

  Looking up into the mirror, I see his gorgeous blues staring back at me. “Do you not have a toothbrush?” I look smugly at him.

  He mocks my look. “Yes, I have a toothbrush, smart ass. But if you have an extra, bring it to keep at my place.” Swatting me on my rear, he stands up from the counter to start helping again. “What do you need to bring?”

  Starting to rattle off my list to him, I move around, grabbing what I need as I call it out because it’s much faster this way. He approaches me with an item…my deodorant. I open my bag for him to drop it in. “You're going to need that after I make you all sweaty,” he chides.

  “If I'm going to be spending lots of nights there, I should just go to the store and buy an extra set of everything to keep at your place. Then I won't have to lug a bunch of crap around.”

  “Brilliant! Put that stuff back and we'll stop at a store on the way and you can get everything you need,” he says and starts helping me unload my bag. “Do you have everything else you need for tonight and tomorrow?”

  “Yep. I think so.” With that, Drew swiftly picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, carrying me out to the living room.

  “Need anything from the kitchen or living room? Kitchen sink, perhaps?” he asks, spinning me around slowly to get a look at the rooms.

  “No. I think I'm good to go,” I say, swatting him on his backside, like he did to me moments before.

  “Well, alright then. Let’s go. Go grab your purse and keys so we can lock up,” he says as he carries me over to them. Making sure I have my cell phone, keys, and wallet, we're out the door and on our way.

  On the way to his place, we stop at the closest drugstore to pick up my toiletries first. I'm looking forward to seeing his fancy-schmancy apartment.

  We pull up to the hotel we ate at on our first date. I look over at him and he smiles, amused. “We're here.”

  “You live in the hotel?” I question him. He gets out and then, as always, holds his hand out for me. Taking it, he guides me out, and then reaches back in for my bags from the drugstore.

  “Yes, I do. It has great amenities,” he answers as he leads me into the hotel. “It's also free.”

  “Free?”

  “Yes, free. I own it…and several others. I’m sure you remember our lunch date,” he says, slyly. I halt all movement and he turns to look at me. He lets go of my hand that he's been holding and lifts his finger to my chin, gently nudging my mouth shut.

  Seriously? I need to get my mouth wired shut or something.

  “Relax, baby. There’s no need to freak out,” he caresses my chin with his thumb, trying to soothe me.

  “Uh, yeah, there is. I knew you were well-off, but I had no idea...” I trail off, looking at my surroundings. This is a really posh hotel and the restaurant seems to be really popular.

  “C'mon, baby. You can be baffled upstairs.” He tugs on my arm to get me moving again.

  A man behind the desk says, “Good evening, Mr. Chambers.” He waves and we continue walking. We pass the bank of elevators going to the back of the hotel, where there is a single elevator that doesn't have a button to press.

  Drew takes out a key and inserts it, and the doors open. “You
have a private elevator?” I mutter, not believing all of this new information.

  “I do. You will see why in a minute.” We zoom up…all the way to the top, I’m guessing. The elevator stops and the doors slide open. He escorts me out of the elevator and into a beautiful foyer, black marble floors with white walls, and a big white table in the center. It's the biggest foyer I've ever seen. It's open to the living room, which has the same floors and walls. It’s very contemporary. Off to one side is the kitchen with white cabinets and black countertops. The appliances are made to look like the cabinets, except for the double oven, which is white in color and blends into the wall.

  In the living room, there is a black leather sofa and a chair atop a white shaggy rug. Floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking the city, are on one wall. It is not homey at all. It feels very sterile, untouchable, and not lived in. I could never live in a place like this. It's beautiful and very spacious, but definitely not my taste.

  He takes my bags from me, placing them on the floor near the sofa. “What do you think?” he asks, trying to read my expression.

  “It's…uh...beautiful,” I respond with a little hesitation.

  “Rebecca?” he questions, seeming to want my honesty.

  “It's beautiful.”

  “But?”

  “But I couldn't live here. It doesn't seem very lived in,” I answer honestly.

  “What don't you like, specifically?” He walks around and I follow him, still taking in my surroundings.

  “You really want to know?”

  “I wouldn't have asked you if I didn't.”

  “Well…there's no color and no warmth. It feels so cold and not very inviting. Do you like it?”

  “It doesn't bother me. I'm hardly ever here to really care,” he responds and I can tell the wheels are turning in his head.

  “Do other people like it?” I hope he catches on to the direction my question is going. It will nag at me until I find out. That's just how my brain operates. A brief moment passes and then he gives me a little smile. I think he knows where my head is at.

  “Are you asking me if other women like it?” Yep, he knows. Instead of answering with words, I just nod. “Well, honestly, no one has really commented that I can remember.” My heart sinks and I feel a little queasy. Other women have been here. In his bed. Fucking him. I know, logically, this shouldn't bother me. They were in the past, I'm in the present. But it does bother me. “Hey, are you okay?” he asks. “You look pale.”

  “Can I have a glass of water?” I move to sit in the nearest chair and he scurries off to the kitchen to fetch me some water. Placing my head in my hands and my elbows on my knees, I try to calm myself down with deep breaths. He rushes back over and hands me a bottle of Evian, kneeling next to me. Sitting up straighter, I open the bottle, take a sip, and hope it helps.

  Drew rubs my calf, trying to soothe me. I really don't know why I had the reaction that I did. Of course he's has women here. He's a young, very handsome, successful man. “I'm sorry,” I mumble.

  “Sorry for what, Rebecca?” He sweeps my hair behind my ear and tucks it in place. I shrug, looking down at the floor. He cups my chin and lifts my face to his. “What is it?”

  Not wanting to admit my freak-out, I just plant a kiss on his cheek. With both of his hands, he takes my face and looks into my eyes. “Please, tell me what's wrong.”

  I shake my head. “There's nothing wrong. I just had a moment.”

  “Rebecca, I can tell you are not being truthful.” He kisses my forehead and looks back into my eyes. “Please tell me.”

  “Okay. Okay. I freaked out a little when you implied about other women being here. I know it's stupid because it was in the past, but I don't like the idea of being here when other women have...” I clear my throat before continuing, “fucked you here.” I lower my eyes. “It just…hurts my heart. I know it sounds dumb.”

  “Look at me, Rebecca.” He bends down slightly to regain eye contact. “Nothing you feel is dumb. If you are uncomfortable here, you don't have to stay.” Now he wants me to leave, after wanting me so badly to come here? “I want you to stay, but I can see this might be a problem… since you went pale and all.” He smiles, trying to make light of the situation.

  “I'm sorry, Drew. I really don't know what's come over me.”

  He places a kiss on my nose. “You have nothing to be sorry for. Stop apologizing. I will gather some things I need and stay with you tonight, if that's okay.” I nod. “At least come and look at the rest of the place while you're here.” He stands and offers me his hand to help me up. He doesn't let go and he takes me with him throughout his apartment. Or is it a penthouse? Probably the latter.

  He shows me his office and it makes me smile when I remember him pacing around it during our first texting conversation. It looks about the same as the rest of the house…black and white and very sterile. I have a feeling that the rest of his place is much of the same. Why would he pay so much money for a decorator to do the same thing in every room? It would get nauseating to me.

  He gathers his laptop and some files, placing them in a briefcase. He returns to me and grabs my hand, leading me to the master bedroom. More black and white and blah. I roll my eyes as we enter his bedroom and he catches me. “Too much?” he asks.

  I laugh out loud. “Oh, my god, Drew. I can't believe you paid to see the same room over and over and over again. It's really nauseating.”

  He laughs. “Well, you can decorate our place then.”

  What did he just say?

  “Come again?” I reply.

  He snickers. “I said that you can decorate our place. I'm going to put this place on the market tomorrow.” He drops my hand and just moves around, gathering what he needs while I just stand there.

  “Why are you going to sell it? Because I don't like it?” I question.

  “Not because you don't like it. I can always redecorate it. I'm going to sell it because you're not comfortable here. And if you're not comfortable, I'm not comfortable. If you aren't going to be here, neither am I.”

  “You are crazy,” I mutter. He just laughs and continues gathering his belongings.

  “Can we go ahead and eat here, since we're here? I'm sure you need to eat something before I take you to bed,” he says with a mischievous grin.

  “Yes. That's fine. And you don't have to sell this place.”

  He drops what he's doing and comes to stand in front of me. His eyes are bright and penetrating me to my bones. He reaches up to cup my face, just as he did before. “Rebecca. I would do anything for you, but I'm not doing this for you. I'm doing it for us. When you decide to move in with me, it will be into our home. Ours together, not tainted by my past or yours.”

  A tear trickles down my cheek at the sweetest words he's said to me so far. He catches my tear with his thumb and swipes it across my cheek. I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down to me, crushing my lips to his. He moves his hands from my face to my waist and pulls me in tighter. Then they travel down to my butt and give a gentle squeeze, while he continues a little further down. He nudges the backs of my thighs and I lift them willingly, holding on to my handsome man. Can I say that he's my man? Yes, I believe I can.

  I lick his bottom lip, urging him to invite me in. Our tongues find each other and do their familiar tango. We are so in sync. He walks forward and pins me against the wall. His greedy hands don't have to hold me up anymore so they start finding their way over my body. Caressing. Grabbing. Kneading. Anything he does to me intensifies the fire and the ache between my legs. He breaks free of my kiss, leaving us both panting.

  “We need to eat. Now. Or I'm going to take you, right here and now, in a place in which you are uncomfortable.” I grab his face and resume my onslaught of kisses. He grabs my face and breaks the kiss. “Rebecca…”

  “A quickie won't kill me, Drew,” I pant out. He's back on my lips with a fierceness. Finding the hem of my top, he yanks it over my head and does the same w
ith my cami. I grab the lapels of his jacket and slide it off his arms in a hurry. Then I grab his dress shirt and just rip it off of him. Buttons go flying and bouncing across the floor, but I couldn't care less about his shirt or the floor. He growls against my lips and bites my bottom lip, which makes me groan in return. Reaching to unbuckle his belt and pants while he unfastens my bra, we are desperate to be connected.

  After a little struggle trying to undo his pants while clinging onto him with my legs, I break the kiss, grab his shoulders, and lower my feet back to the floor so we can both get out of our pants. Drew takes off his shoes while I work on his buckle. Once his pants are unbuttoned, they just fall to the floor and I help him get his underwear off. What a glorious sight that stands before me.

  My eyes wander down his legs and see that his dress socks are still on. Uh-uh. No socks allowed.

  I hook my big toe into the top of one of his socks and push it down, then look up at him to lift his foot out of his sock. He smiles and shakes his head at me, but does what my eyes are telling him to do. Repeating with the other sock, he's now free to yank my pants and panties down. I kick off my shoes and socks and step out of my clothes.

  Before I even have my foot on the ground, he's hoisting me back up against the wall and is wrapping my legs around his waist. As soon as my ankles are around him, he plunges into me, making that connection we've been frantic to get to. I let out a guttural moan at the feeling of finally having him back inside of me. Slowly, he eases in and out and nibbles lightly down my neck. “I'm not going to take long, Rebecca. I'm going fuck you good and hard.” My inner muscles clench around him. “Are you ready, baby?”

  Tightening my hold on him, I breathe out, “Yes. God, yes!”

  He backs up to pull me off the wall and snakes his arms up my back and latches on to my shoulders. Standing near the entry to his bedroom, he thrusts up into me with such force, I swear I can feel him in my chest. He is so deep and is hitting every nerve ending possible. I gasp and moan at the same time. Drew's right. It won't take long. He continues with the deep, quick thrusts. I quickly feel my orgasm starting to build and it's building fast. “Yes,” I pant out again. When I'm about to climax, I pull his ass in tighter with my feet. I can feel his muscles tightening with mine. We're both on the brink.