“Morgan—”
“Please, Drew.” I begged again, sounding like a desperate psychopath. I was desperate. I couldn’t do this without Drew. I didn’t want to.
“Let’s just wait and see if I am fixable,” Drew replied, pulling me tighter. He missed me. I knew he did. I could tell. I didn’t argue with him. I was just happy that he was with us.
Drew grilled burgers on the deck for us and we ate overlooking the breathtaking ocean. He never took his eyes off me or his hands off Nicholas. I couldn’t understand it. He loved us. I could see it in his eyes. Why did he think things were better with us being apart? They weren’t.
I was never so happy in my life for Nicholas’s bath time. I was happy that Drew was there and wanted to eat him up, but I wanted him all to myself. Two months was a long time to wait for Drew and me.
“Morgan?” Drew asked, opening the door to his new office.
“Oh, I was kind of mad at you.”
“Obviously,” he laughed. “Where’s my desk?”
“We roasted hot dogs,” I teased. “You can put another one back in there.”
“We’ll see.”
I didn’t like that answer. He wasn’t doing much to reassure me.
I showered while Drew got Nicholas in his jammies and read to him. I felt like we were about to have sex for the first time. Shaving my legs, I wondered if we were having sex at all. My throbbing between my legs was sure we were.
Walking out in nothing but a towel, Drew and I both stopped. I was exiting the bathroom just as he entered our room.
“Morgan, Deidra doesn’t think we should do anything.”
“Anything like what?” I asked, seductively, dropping the towel. Screw Deidra. I was getting laid. I didn’t give him time to protest. I walked into his arms and kissed him. Drew and I stood there, emotionally entwining our tongues, losing ourselves in one another. I was the sick one. I was the one that needed the help. My mind and body was fighting the urges, wanting Drew to do the things Drew did. Something told me Drew wasn’t going to do that.
“Make love to me,” I whispered to his lips.
“I knew you would do this,” he accused, toeing off both shoes and dropping me to our bed.
Drew did none of the things I wanted. It was amazing, but not my Drew. Our naked bodies tangled together, and I drifted to the place only Drew could take me. Feeling his fingers slide up my wet slit first, my back arched. God, he felt amazing. Drew kissed me, forcing his tongue between my lips. I felt him move into me, slowly, inch by inch.
I’ve probably felt and said it before, but it was the most emotional lovemaking we’d ever shared. There was nothing kinky about it. It was pure love. I felt it, and I know Drew did as well.
“Shit, Morgan. You have to hurry,” Drew coaxed, losing his willpower.
“I don’t want this to ever be over,” I softly spoke. I didn’t want it to be over. I didn’t care if I didn’t get off. I wanted to keep Drew right here with me, feeling like this forever.
“Please come,” he begged, placing his fingers between us and between my legs to help. That did it. His fingers massaging my nub while he pumped in and out of me was all it took. Digging my nails into his back, I let go. Drew thrust deep inside me and released with me, breathing heavy breaths into my hair.
I don’t know what came over me, but a feeling crept up that left me an emotional mess. I felt the tear slide down my eye. Drew raised up, looked at me with a sad smile, and kissed it away.
“I’m sorry, Morgan.”
“Don’t be sorry, Drew. Just stop with all this. I can’t stand not being with you. Nicholas shouldn’t be without you either.”
“Morgan, you have to let me work through this. I love you too much to hurt you anymore. I’m not doing it, and I can’t guarantee that I won’t yet.”
I sighed a long heavy breath and slid from beneath him. It was pointless. Drew was on some sort of mission that didn’t include me. How long it was going to take was beyond me. There was nothing I could say that was going to change his mind. He felt in his heart that this was right, and I couldn’t change it, Nicky couldn’t change it, and I could only wait and hope.
Drew spent the next two days at the beach with us. We didn’t talk about anything serious, not because I didn’t want to, because he wouldn’t do it. I caught him on the phone twice with Deidra. He was really into Deidra all of a sudden. I was glad that he was getting help. He needed to talk to someone besides me. He didn’t want me hearing the gruesome details of his childhood, and truth be known, I didn’t want to hear them. I’m not sure I could handle it without digging Michael Callaway up and killing him all over again.