Slow Burn (Boston Beauties #2)

by Dawn Edwards

  ‘You sure?’ he asked, the fear he might hear no clearly evident. But there was no way I would be uttering that word tonight.

  ‘I need you,’ I pleaded, looking him in his unique hazel eyes.

  He pushed in slowly, wetting his tip before pulling back then pushing in farther, allowing my body to adjust to his impressive size. It was a tight fit, but he went slow as to make it less painful for me, inch by inch until he was fully inside me. ‘Fuck,’ he let out a low growl, and pulled back and pushed in again slowly. ‘You’re so tight.’ He leaned down and kissed me slowly as he leisurely rocked in and out of me. He stilled, resting his forehead against mine.

  ‘Did you?’

  His chest moved, a sure sign he was silently laughing. ‘As good as you feel, no.’ He rose up on his arms to kiss me. ‘Have a bit more faith in me.’

  He lifted me until I was practically sitting on him, ‘Wrap your legs around me,’ he instructed and I obliged as he stood, picking up the towel as he did, all the while still buried deep inside me.

  He walked to the bedroom where he laid me down on my back in the middle of the bed, never once breaking our connection. He kissed me as he stilled, fully inside me, filling me completely. ‘I didn’t want the first time we made love to be on an ottoman,’ he chuckled.

  ‘This is definitely more comfortable,’ I agreed, kissing him slowly as he reached under me, squeezing my ass, pulling me closer to him.

  ‘God, you feel amazing,’ he whispered in my ear.

  ‘Why did we wait so long?’

  He stopped and looked me in the eye, ‘You needed to be mine.’

  ‘I’ve always been,’ I whispered, assuring him nothing had ever wavered on my end.

  I ran my hand through his hair. ‘I love you so much,’ he told me as I felt my eyes watering, the magnitude of making love to him finally catching up to me.

  He wiped a tear from my face. ‘You are my life, cupcake, there’s nothing more important to me than you,’ he said, his voice full of love and emotion, our lovemaking not lost on him.

  ‘I love you,’ my voice caught as he rolled into me slow and deep, still squeezing my ass.

  ‘Can I go faster?’ he asked and I nodded, kissing his chest, cherishing every moment. How long I’d waited for this.

  He held my legs and got progressively faster. I tried to meet him thrust for thrust when I started to feel the familiar twitching of my core, the start of another orgasm building. ‘Drew,’ I panted.

  ‘That’s it, baby, come for me again,’ he encouraged, not slowing down as my pressure rose to my breaking point.

  ‘Mmmm,’ I whimpered, as my body began to shake again, ‘Drew.’

  ‘Yeah,’ he answered, thrusting into me a few more times before he abruptly pulled out and jerked himself over my tummy, panting, ‘Fuck’.

  I looked down to my stomach, then back to him, not knowing what to do, this was new territory for me. ‘Sorry, I just didn’t know if you’d want me to come in you,’ he apologized and wiped his mess off me with the towel he’d thought to bring.

  ‘Yeah, that’s probably best if you don’t,’ I said, looking up at him.

  ‘Are you on the pill?’ he asked me, tossing the towel to the floor and lying down next to me, pulling me into him.

  I shook my head, ‘No.’

  ‘Oh Jessa,’ he moaned disapproving, resting his head on my shoulder. ‘I wish you hadn’t just told me that.’

  ‘Why?’ I asked hesitantly.

  ‘Now I know I can’t do that again until I get some condoms.’ He kissed me. ‘And I really want to do that again,’ he leaned down to kiss me, ‘...and again…’

  ‘What makes you think this wasn’t a one-time deal?’ I teased.

  ‘Cupcake, you are stuck with me for life, that just sealed the deal.’

  ‘Is that so?’ I smiled in protest.

  ‘Absolutely.’ He pulled the blankets to cover us up, and in almost no time, he had fallen back to sleep as I laid in his arms, drifting in and out, but not falling into a deep sleep as Drew’s breathing indicated he had. I laid there until seven, but when I tried to get up, I felt an arm tighten around me.

  ‘What time is it?’ he asked in a sleepy voice not opening his eyes.

  ‘Almost seven,’ I responded.

  ‘Just ten minutes until my alarm goes off. Stay with me?’ he asked, pulling me closer to him, feeling his hard erection against my backside.

  I was expecting him to go for round two last night, but he actually fell asleep. I couldn't blame him, he deserved it after the workout he’d given me.

  Right now, screw the protection, I couldn’t resist his hard length pressed up against me. I turned in his arms to face him. I started grinding up against him. ‘Cupcake,’ he moaned sleepily.

  ‘Mmm?’ I egged him on, pushing him over so he was on his back and crawling on top of him so I was lying on him. I kissed him while his hands roamed all over my body, often settling on my ass that he was still so fond of. But we could only take so much before I was straddling him, lowering myself down on top of him, making love again.

  When his alarm went off, we were both well sated and hardly able to move. ‘Join me for a shower?’ he asked.

  ‘I was going to go for a run first,’ I said staying in bed under the covers. ‘Want me to prepare something for breakfast while you’re showering?’

  ‘That would be great, but I think there’s far too much snow to run outside,’ he said, kissing me and walking to the bathroom stark naked. There was something to be said about a man with an ass like his. As I willed myself to leave the warmth of our love nest, I pulled on one of his t-shirts I found folded on top of the dresser; it smelled clean, so I went with it. There was no one else besides Drew and myself, there was no need to wear anything else, not even the panties I found on the floor outside the door with my nightdress from last night. I liked it like this. I never before had freedom as I did right now in any house I’d ever lived in. It finally hit me: this was our house, and we didn’t need to worry about anyone else.

  I pulled some eggs and a baguette to start the French toast I wanted to make. I cut up some fruit while the bread cooked and the coffee was just about brewed when Drew walked out of the bedroom, wearing just his boxers. He was on his phone, ‘Yeah, I have some paperwork to wrap up here this morning so no worries, take your time. Let's meet in an hour and a half... it’s fine, I’ll still pay you your full day…no worries, see you then.’

  He hung up and came up behind me and kissed my neck. ‘Good morning gorgeous.’ He had an uncanny way to make me feel like I was on top of the world, it wouldn’t take much to get used to this.

  I filled two plates full of food as he poured two cups of coffee, adding cream and sugar to both.

  ‘Got some work today?’ I asked.

  ‘Yeah, that was Joe, texted me this morning. He had to bring his daughter to the hospital for an x-ray last night, he’s just getting back now. Which is good for me as I’m going to be late today too.’

  ‘What time do you normally start?’ I asked as he brought the coffee over to the table I was setting.

  ‘Now with it being winter, usually nine,’ he picked a grape and ate it. ‘But you know in the summer, sometimes six in the morning.’

  I remembered the long hours he had put in that first summer. And this past summer, trying to get him on the phone some days was difficult due to the time difference and his work schedule. Yet, he always made time for me, it was something I selfishly hoped would never change.

  ‘You’ll have time,’ I said looking at the clock on the microwave.

  He took the bowl of fruit from me, placed it back on the counter and lifted me up on to the cold hard granite. He had one hand around the back of my head, the other under my shirt caressing my breast. ‘I don’t think so,’ he whispered as he kissed me.

  I wrapped my legs around him, as he took my shirt off, his eyes roaming over my naked body hungrily. ‘This is how I want you all the time,’ he recommende
d, kissing every part of me. The granite was cold against my back, offsetting the fire exploding from within me, as his mouth found its way between my legs.

  ‘Mmmm,’ I moaned as he parted my folds with his fingers and swiped his tongue across my clit. We started on the counter island, but after my first orgasm, we moved to the table where he bent me over and took me from behind.

  ‘You sure know how to work up an appetite,’ he teased, cleaning my back and my ass after he finished.

  ‘Me?’

  ‘Yes you,’ he responded, as I was still bent over the table, while he reached over for a piece of toast.

  I went to move. ‘No, stay, I like the view.’

  I smiled, feeling self-conscious. ‘Thanks, but I’d appreciate the view of your amazing body too.’

  He let me turn around, and I ran a finger over his abs, and he ran one up my stomach, to my ribs that were noticeable.

  He looked me over and said in a concerned tone. ‘Don’t get me wrong, I’m proud that you accomplished a healthy weight, but maybe…’

  ‘I know, I need to put on a few pounds. I lost a lot when I was sick...’

  ‘I liked you before too,’ he confessed to me. ‘So don’t ever feel like you need to keep this up for me.’

  ‘Well, I didn’t like the look of me before, and I didn’t feel right in that body. Besides, before you wouldn’t have been able to pick me up and carry me to bed like you did last night.’

  He tilted his head and nodded. ‘As much as I want to stay home and make love to you all afternoon, I really must go met Joe. A few clients still need driveways done, and we have an interior job to finish up before New Year’s. You going to be ok here?’

  ‘Always,’ I assured him as he took the final bite of his French toast.

  ‘That, by the way,’ he said, pointing to his empty plate, ‘is by far the best French toast I’ve ever had, and I’m not saying that because we’ve just done it all over the house for the better part of the past 10 hours.’ He winked, picked his boxers and shirt off the floor, tossing me the latter, then went back into our bedroom.

  CHAPTER 22

  JESSA

  When my father was finally released from the hospital in Boston, he and my mother came out to the Cape. Kathy had been to the house to clean up, while Drew and a few guys rearranged his office to accommodate the new bed that had been delivered.

  I wasn’t able to be there for obvious reasons, so I spent the morning shopping online. Which involved a very awkward conversation with Drew earlier in the day.

  ‘I need some more clothing, especially since I’ve decided to stay here through Christmas,’ I had told Drew while lying in bed after an enthusiastic round of morning sex.

  ‘Why not get Breton to bring your things. I’ve seen your closet, it's not like you’ve got much.’

  I rolled over on my side and looked at him, trailing my fingers up and down his abs. I didn’t think I would ever tire of admiring his body.

  ‘I’m going back in the New Year,’ I told him, and not for the first time. ‘I’ve got to tie up everything.’

  Drew groaned. He hated the fact that I was planning on going back, he hated the idea of being apart, even for a short time just as much as I did. He was also almost as terrified as I was that I’d get caught.

  ‘Are you planning on going to the mall?’ His voice was concerned like it always was when I mentioned the possibility of leaving the house and venturing out in public.

  ‘Not the best idea, I was planning on online shopping. But I can’t really use the UK card I have…’ I told him, a bit embarrassed to ask to use his.

  ‘Use mine,’ he said casually as if it was nothing.

  ‘I’ll pay you back,’ I voiced my intention to him, resetting my hand on his chest and looked up to him.

  He shook his head, ‘There’s no need.’

  ‘Um…’ I didn’t know how to start this. ‘I wanted to buy some nice things.’

  ‘So, buy them, buy whatever you want. I think there’s an eight-grand limit, is that enough?’ He looked down to me, not concerned at all that I could possibly max out his credit card. ‘I’m pretty sure there’s no more than a few hundred dollars on there right now.’

  ‘That’s more than enough, but I will pay you back, I’ll transfer the funds.’

  He took my hand in his and kissed it. ‘Jessa, I want to take care of you, and you need clothes, so buy whatever you want. But please don’t insult me, my love for you, or this relationship by insisting on paying me back. There’s no running tally, I can afford it, you can afford it, so it really doesn’t matter what account it comes from.’

  ‘It’s just…’

  ‘It’s nothing. We are together, you need something, I need something, does it really matter who pays?’ he questioned and sat up, but kept looking at me. ‘Listen, I know you have more money than I do, but I really don’t care, and I don’t want it to be an issue with our relationship. When the time comes, we can protect our own assets, but right now, can we just forget about bank balances?’

  I was a bit amazed by what he had just said; he had said our own assets, not just mine, he really did want to equal the playing field.

  It was an issue that I had been dreading bringing up. Perhaps he said these things because he knew of all the history around my trust fund with Matt, but deep down I knew better. He said these things because it was the truth—he really didn’t care.

  He wasn’t a man motivated by money, which was clear in the little things. He had some nice things, but he didn’t flaunt them. He didn’t do things or purchase items for show. If he had something of value, it was because it meant something to him. It was something I was starting to realize, the whole concept of buying with purpose.

  ‘Ok,’ I leaned up and kissed him. ‘Just leave me your card and I’ll give it a good workout today,’ I winked at him.

  So while Drew went next door to meet one of his workers, Carlos and his son Jose, who was off school for the Christmas holidays early, I sat on the sectional sofa streaming a Netflix show that Drew wasn’t keen on and went to work ordering a bunch of clothing, some boots, both for snow and fashion—not that I really had anywhere to wear them. I even ordered some lingerie to surprise Drew with. I just hoped he wouldn’t pay too close attention to the store names when he paid off his card.

  On all the orders, I paid a bit extra for expedited delivery and would have them all by the end of the week.

  While shopping I purchased some gifts. Theater tickets for my parents, a spa day for my aunt Deb, and pre-ordered a book for Breton from his favorite author.

  They weren’t much, but our family always kept gift giving to the bare minimum at Christmas and at birthdays.

  I wasn’t sure what my parents’ plans were, it had seemed that Mom had started to decorate for Christmas inside the Boston townhouse, but with dad being in the hospital for a week, and them being out here on the Cape now, I really wasn’t sure what was going to happen.

  Mom was big on Christmas; she had traditions, parties, and social events that she typically did, but with Dad’s heart attack, everything had been put on the back burner. Adding to that, I was now here.

  The staff Christmas party was tonight in Boston and it was still going ahead on my father’s insistence, however, he wouldn’t be making an appearance.

  Drew had told me that he had been invited, along with Joe and Carlos, but they had declined weeks ago, opting to do something together with their small crew and family. Drew had been planning on going as he was social with Zoe and Amber, but now that he was here on the Cape, he let them know he was supporting Colleen.

  I had just finished showering when Drew walked into the bathroom. ‘Bad timing…’ I winked at him.

  He smiled and looked me over, wearing a towel. ‘Or perfect timing, depends on how you look at it.’

  He pulled the towel away from me, leaving me naked and being pulled into his arms. ‘Shower first, you're dirty.’

  ‘I’m just going to get
dirtier.’ He kissed me, unbuttoning his pants and kicking out of them, as I pulled his shirt over his head. ‘Shower with me.’

  He pulled me into the shower, turning it on with his free hand. ‘Well, you’re not really giving me much of a choice here, are you?’ I pretended to be annoyed, but he saw right through it.

  I took the bar of soap and lathered a loofah up to wash his hard toned body. It was the first time we’d done the shower dance, and given his eagerness, he was clearly enjoying shower sex, I knew I wasn’t going to be our last either. He was already hard and standing at full attention when I worked my way down from his shoulders to his hips, ignoring the impressive salute as I squatted to wash his legs, giving him a full view of my goods.

  ‘Jessa,’ he sighed his longing frustrated sigh, the one I always got when I started to tease him, knowing full well how much he hated to wait to have my hands on him or vice versa. My face was crotch level; he never had to ask me, he knew I’d get there eventually.

  ‘Turn around and rinse the soap off,’ I instructed,

  ‘You got a dirty little mouth on you, let me wash it out with the soap on my dick.’

  ‘I don’t think so.’ I pushed him away and admired his ass as he quickly rinsed off.

  Squatting wasn’t exactly the most comfortable position. Standing up, I reached around to his front and started to stroke him as he craned his neck to look at me, letting the warm water fall over him.

  ‘I’ve been thinking of your hands on me all day,’ he confessed, turning around to face me, pinning me up against the glass wall of the shower.

  ‘And what were they doing?’ I asked him, locking my hands together behind his head as he cupped my ass, lifting me to hook my legs around his waist.

  ‘Teasing me.’

  ‘So, this is a dream come true then?’ I smirked as he pushed his erection into my stomach, creating friction.

  ‘It will be in a second,’ he placed me back on my feet.

  ‘Hey,’ I protested as he stepped out of the shower.

  He opened a drawer on the vanity to pull out a condom, tearing the foil package and rolling one over his length. Since that first morning, we’d always used condoms. A lot of condoms as we’d been having a lot of sex. He didn't want to risk it, and I got it, but we both hated the barrier between us.