Page 67 of Slow Burn (The Boston Beauties)

‘Want to see your room?’ he asked me.

‘You meanourroom?’ I corrected, causing him to give me one of his panty-melting smiles that I loved so much. ‘Please,’ I nodded, following him through the open-concept kitchen and living room to a room off the side. The room, which would become one of two master bedrooms, was tucked behind the living room. It had an unmade bed and clothes strewn over a chair in the corner, but other than that, the house was clean and tidy.

‘Sorry, I wasn’t expecting you, or anyone,’ he said a bit embarrassed, picking up a pair of pants and a sweater off the chair as his phone started to ring in his pocket. ‘There’s another set of sheets in the closet that are clean.’ He opened the door and tossed the clothes in a hamper on the floor. ‘I can help you change them if you want.’

‘Are these ones not clean?’ I asked with a raised eyebrow.

‘I changed them...um...Sunday?’ he thought about it. ‘Well, a week now.’

‘I’m sure we’ll just make them dirty, leave these on for now.’ I winked at him which granted me another smile as his phone started to ring again.

‘Jesus,’ he cried. ‘Cock-blocked at every corner.’ He dug into his pocket, ‘Hiya,’ he answered, sounding less annoyed that he had a second ago. ‘Yeah sure, I’ll meet you there in half an hour, I just got back to the Cape.’

He hung up the phone, reaching out to me. ‘I’m really sorry, but I have to go meet the guys,’ he leaned over to kiss me, something he hadn’t really done much since my first day here. I had been expecting him to sleep in my room with me last night but was disappointed to wake up alone this morning.

I kissed him back and wrapped my arms around him. ‘It’s ok, I understand.’

‘You need anything before I go?’ he asked.

‘No, I’ll just put the food away, have a snack, a shower, and head to bed. It’s been a long few days, and I’m still on England time.’ I nuzzled into his hard chest.

‘Alright, I’ll be a few hours, text me if you need anything.’ He bent over and kissed me again. ‘Fuck…’ he moaned into my mouth. ‘The very last thing I want to do is leave you.’

I smiled as I kissed his neck, ‘I’m not going anywhere.’

‘Still…’ he sighed.

‘Go work.’ I pulled away and looked to the bed. ‘I’ll be right there when you’re done.’

His smile went from ear to ear and all the way to his eyes, ‘Yeah you will.’

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The sound of running water woke me a few hours later. I was on my side with a direct view of the bathroom, where I saw Drew taking a shower. He rested his head against the tiled wall with one hand over his head and the other I could tell was pleasuring himself.

If I had any energy, even an ounce, I’d have joined him. It wasn’t for lack of want—the jet lag was still seriously kicking my ass, along with all the emotional shit over the past few days. I didn’t even have the energy to reach over to check my phone for the time. Instead, I gave into the pull of sleep, closing my eyes and let the soothing sounds of the shower lull me back to sleep as I waited for Drew to join me. I knew I wasn’t going anywhere, and I still had lots of time with him.

The next time I woke was probably only a few hours later. I finally felt well-rested but knew it was still the middle of the night or early morning by the blackness of the room. I turned over and was disappointed to find the bed empty next to me. I thought for sure Drew would have joined me. A glimpse of light was peeking through my door, and I could tell the TV was on in the living room.

Grabbing my phone showed it was 3:00 am local time but 8:00 am London time, the time my body was currently adjusted to. I had never been good with jet lag. I checked a few messages on my phone and replied to the ones from Breton and wasn’t able to get back to sleep. The flickering TV light was annoying me, and I was in need of some water.

I was only wearing an old nightdress I had taken from my parents’ townhouse, it was one of the least sexy things I owned, but it was comfortable.

I opened the door further to find Drew, passed out, lying on his back on the sofa, towel half around him, his laptop next to him, a folder with papers having fallen on the floor, and the TV on a sports station with the volume low. The poor guy must have been exhausted. He didn’t have a shirt on, and it was nice to see that some things hadn’t changed, but only improved. Like a fine, fine wine.

I walked back into the bedroom to take one of the blankets off the end of the bed to cover him up. I wasn’t mad that he didn’t come to bed, as it appeared it wasn’t intentional, but that he just crashed after the grueling weekend at the hospital.

As I walked back into the living room with a blanket in hand, Drew moved, causing the towel to come undone and falling away, exposing him, full frontal. I couldn't read minds, but I was positive he was having some kind of naughty dream, based on the erection saluting me.

In one quick fluid movement, I stripped off the nightshirt I wore and removed my undies, leaving them on the floor with the blanket by the bedroom door.

Drew was still on his back, one arm across his chest, the other resting over his head. One leg was lying down the length of the sofa, while the other was now bent at the most convenient angle. I stood over him and bent just slightly at my waist to be able to take him in my mouth. It roused him when I gripped him, sucking him with my mouth. He let out the most wonderful moan.

It was then that I felt him move, his hands coming to my head. ‘Jessa,’ he said my name, longing, questioning.

I looked up at him, took him out of my mouth, but worked him with my hand. ‘Let me,’ I pleaded with him.

He rubbed the back of my head, ‘I wasn’t going to ask you to stop.’

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