Work came first, as it should, and he didn’t have to be such a hard-ass about it to her. When Hannah decided to come see him, then he would explain everything, and she would understand. Hell, she would love not having to deal with him day in and day out.
“Another beer?” Blake asked.
“I’m good.”
Blake’s eyes widened as he stared at a point behind Drew. “Who is that?”
Drew turned, forcing his jaw to stay firmly in his mouth as the memories of their week together returned. They didn’t just wash over him. They slammed into him, knocked him over, and made him hungry for more. Damn it—just what he needed. “My wife.”
Hannah approached Drew and the tall, blond man standing beside him. “I hope you don’t mind, but I might have packed my things and driven straight here.” She set the two suitcases alongside her. “Is this a bad time?”
“No, but it would have been nice if you’d called?” Drew said.
“Oh. Yeah, I guess I should have done that,” she said, her cheeks heating. “But I did text you today. You didn’t answer.”
“I was working,” he said flatly, and she inwardly flinched.
She nodded. “I knew that.”
The blond man smiled at her, and she was struck with how handsome he was. He reminded her of a prince in a fairy tale.
“Hi. I’m Blake York. You must be the Hannah. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Her knees got a little soft at his British accent, but what Cumberbatch fan wouldn’t? If she closed her eyes, she could pretend that Benedict was the one talking.
“I think it’s time for everyone to leave,” Drew said.
For some reason, it felt as though she’d intruded upon him, and it hurt. “Don’t stop on my account. I’m beat anyhow. Just show me to our bed and I’ll crash.”
Drew’s mouth tightened, but he stood and took her suitcase. She had no choice but to follow him because he didn’t say anything to her.
They went down a long hallway and stopped at the last door. “This is my room.”
They went inside. A huge bed dominated the bedroom and floor-to-ceiling windows gave Hannah an unimpeded view of downtown Charlotte.
“Wow. That’s… how do you sleep with all the lights?”
Drew picked up a remote. Curtains appeared from the sides and covered the windows.
“Holy crud! Love it.”
“Comes in handy.” He set her bags down. “I’ll need to see to my guests. Make yourself at home, feel free to join us, or whatever you want.” He left the room without waiting for her response.
“I want my husband,” she said.
*
The bed dipped under Drew’s weight as he crawled on the mattress. Hannah opened her eyes and scooted over.
“No, you don’t.” His arm shot out and grabbed her, pulling her toward him. He breathed deeply. “You smell so good.”
“You smell drunk,” she said as he settled down beside her.
“Missed you.”
“You have a funny way of showing it,” she said.
He threw his heavy thigh over her legs. “Sorry, Hannah.”
She melted into him. “You’re forgiven, but that does not mean I’ll forget what you did.”
He let out a snore.
Hannah closed her eyes again. “I’ll make you happy to see me again. Like you were back home.”
In what seemed like seconds later, Drew’s hot mouth on her breast woke her up. He took her nipple between his teeth and gently bit down. She cried out and he covered her mouth with his, seeking and demanding her tongue.
His hands were everywhere, gentle, yet insistent as he stroked her, as he made her scream his name. She heard the sound of foil ripping, and he slid inside of her. Rocking, thrusting, and lacing their fingers together as he moved.
He whispered how much he missed her, how good she felt, and how he would never let her go.
“You belong to me.” He slid all the way out of her and cupped her between her thighs. “This belongs to me. Say it.”
“I belong to you.”
“Good girl.” Then he filled her once more, stroking her until she was mindless. Until she saw stars and then fell asleep once more, this time in his arms.
They spent the rest of the weekend like that, sleeping and making love. Occasionally, Drew would venture outside to the kitchen and bring back food. He fed her. They talked of the future in the most general of terms before he would distract her.
With sex.
*
As had become his new habit, Drew went to the office in the early morning before anyone had arrived, leaving a sleeping Hannah behind.
He should have left her a note, but after the first weekend of Hannah in his home, he was still shaken from being with her.