He stood up to take the pizza box and the empty wine bottle to the kitchen.
“You’d be surprised. Though most of my patients have hangovers of the Halloween-candy variety.”
Her laughter echoed through the house as he walked to the kitchen. He was so glad he’d come.
When he came back from the kitchen, Alexa had dutifully eaten all of her pizza but the crust. He made fun of her for that, as he’d done when she was in L.A.
“Yet another similarity you have with my patients.” He grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet. “You eat your pizza like a toddler.”
She kept her hands in his and looked up at him. She felt wrung out emotionally, but she couldn’t stop smiling at him. It was so nice to have him here, in her living room, just being here with her, on a Tuesday night. She could get used to this.
She shook that thought away.
“Did you have any plans in mind for the rest of the night?” she asked him.
He pulled her close to him.
“Mmm, I don’t know. What were you thinking?”
“Hmmm.” His lips trailed down her neck as she considered. “We could check out a show on Netflix? Or, ooh, I’m listening to this great audiobook about segregation in American cities. We could listen together.” He unzipped her hoodie and bit her shoulder. She gasped and giggled all at the same time. “Unless you had another plan?”
He straightened up, his eyes focused on her face as he ran his hands down her body. She closed her eyes against the sensation and moaned.
She opened her eyes to see him looking down at her. His shirt was half unbuttoned, his hair was on end, his eyes focused on her and only her. He looked like he’d been sculpted from her wildest fantasies.
“You drive me crazy, Alexa. Did you know that?”
She shook her head and licked her suddenly dry lips.
Holy shit, how did this man still do this to her? Shouldn’t this hunger for him and his body and his touch have worn off already? But no, it only seemed stronger now. He squeezed her nipple and she moaned again.
“My plan, you tease, was to spend the next few hours hearing you make that noise over and over again. What do you think about that plan, hmmm?” He pulled her closer to him and kissed that spot on her neck that she loved. She sighed.
“It’s no Netflix or audiobook, but it’ll do.”
He laughed, and before she could blink, he’d picked her up and thrown her over his shoulder. She pounded her hands on his back as he strode down the hall to her bedroom.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
He turned on the light in her bedroom and kicked a pair of shoes out of his way.
“Less talk, Monroe.” He dropped her on the bed. “More action.”
How did the sex just keep getting better with her? Drew turned over onto his back, rolling her on top of him.
“Was there an earthquake, or a bomb, or a building collapse or something?” he asked.
“Mmm, I don’t think so. Why?” She turned her head to look out the window.
“Because my ears are ringing.”
He felt rather than heard her laugh. She laid her head on his chest and ran her hands up and down his still-tingling body. His hands went to her hair, and he held them there, just enjoying the sensation of being with her again.
“When do you have to go back?” she said against his chest.
Oh right. He had to go back.
“My flight’s at seven in the morning.” He pushed her hair over to the side so he could see her face. “I’m so glad I came.”
She looked back at him and smiled, that wide smile that shone from every part of her face. He loved that smile.
“Me, too.”
Alexa got to work the next morning groggy but blissful. In the middle of the night she’d woken up to him kissing the back of her neck and turned to give him access to the rest of her body. This time it was slower, gentler, quieter, but the fireworks had gone off just the same.
He’d refused to let her drive him to the airport that morning. He’d insisted it was too early and she should get some of the sleep that he’d robbed her of. She hadn’t gotten any of that sleep—she’d jumped in the shower as soon as they’d kissed good-bye at her front door—but she’d loved him for saying so.