Mia Like Crazy (27 page)

“Mia…wait,” he grabbed my arms and pulled me up his body, away from the affected area. “I just need a second…”

I was frustrated by our opposing goals. He was obviously trying to keep his passionate impulses locked away while I was doing my best to free them.

However, I knew I hadn’t won everything from my fourth grade spelling bee to captain of the debate team by giving up so easily. The gloves were off. This time Drew didn’t have a chance.

I laced my fingers into his and pressed his hands onto the bed, next to his head, like he had done to me the night before.

“See, I have you trapped. You’re perfectly harmless,” I said seductively.

He didn’t argue, so I nibbled his earlobe and ran my tongue down his neck. I caught him unawares when I continued rapidly down to below his navel. He sucked in some air, and squeezed my fingers so hard I almost cried out in pain.

“Mia,” he warned, “this isn’t safe—”

“Sh…” I said as I moved back up and pressed my breasts against his heaving chest. “It’s okay.”

He appeared to relax a little and give himself over to my control again, and I rewarded him with a deep sensual kiss. When he kissed me back as deeply, I was so aroused I couldn’t wait any longer.

I released his hands so I could reach below and position him just inside me. Then, bracing myself on his chest, I raised up suddenly, impaling myself on him. Heat shocked through me as he filled me completely
.

Drew clutched at my
thighs as a groan escaped his lips. Not wanting to give him a chance to recover his wits, I pressed my palms into his shoulders, and rode him in an undulating motion. Moaning at the carnal pleasure stirring inside me, I thrust my breasts out and accelerated my movements.

He squeezed his eyes shut and dug his fingers into my flesh, panting hard, even as his jaws clenched together in restraint.

But after only a few seconds more, I was startled by a growl so primitive, I wouldn’t have believed it could come from a human being.

Drew pulled my body down and crushed me against him.

Suddenly, I was rolling, and we lost contact for a brief second, but, in a flash, he was back, plunging deep inside me and this time he was on top.

I had unleashed the wild beast. His mouth sucked at my neck. His teeth grazed my breasts. The pleasure-pain combination caused me to shudder, almost pushing me over the edge.

I felt as though I’d waited forever for this moment.

I scraped my fingernails down his back, relishing the feel of his skin on my fingertips, experiencing great satisfaction as he arched and groaned at my touch, then resumed his thrusting.

He reached down and ran his hand roughly down my thigh, drawing my leg up to wrap it around his waist.

I followed suit with the other leg, and used my calves on his buttocks to pull him into me as deeply as I could. This proved my own undoing, because the added pressure caused me to begin to shudder and writhe under him with an orgasm of an intensity I’d never experienced.

Drew pounded into me hard and fast, moaned one last time, and collapsed on top of me with his face in my neck.

He didn’t move or speak at all for over a minute. I was only sure he was alive because I could hear him panting into my ear.

I was exuberant. I had experienced my husband’s passionate desire for me. At last, after four months of marriage, I felt we belonged completely to each other.

When he finally spoke, it was a whisper against my ear. “I’m sorry,” he said soulfully as he moved off me.

I couldn’t believe my ears. I adjusted myself so I was lying on the pillow face to face with him. His eyes were closed, but he didn’t appear peaceful.

“Drew, look at me,” I commanded. He opened his eyes. “What exactly are you sorry for?”

“That couldn’t have been good for you,” he answered with certainty.

“Why not?”

“I lost control of myself. It was too fast. I was too…rough.”

“You finally did what I’ve been wanting you to do since the first day I met you.”

“But I acted like an animal.”

“I like animals.”

“It felt like I was going crazy.”

“Mia
like
crazy,” I answered in my best Tarzan voice.

This caught him by surprise and he laughed so hard he had to hold his stomach. He asked me to say it again and again, and found it hilarious every time. When he couldn’t laugh anymore, he kissed me deeply for a long, long time.

As we lay in each other’s arms, I started thinking about our earlier conversation. “Drew, you really don’t have to feed me anymore. You’ve waited on me hand and foot since I’ve been here, and I’ve been like a lazy, spoiled child.”

“I like to feed you. I’m trying to fatten you up so other guys will quit staring at you, and then you’ll be all mine.” Although he said it as though he was joking, I sensed the sentiment behind the words was real.

“I
am
all yours.” I gazed into his eyes.

After a moment, he was on to a new subject. “Are we allowed to do it again or would that hurt you or something?”

“Well, that generally depends on whether the man is ready again.” Then the full implication of the question hit me.

I sat up and looked down at him. “Drew, have you never done this before?”

“You’ve already forgotten last night?” He was obviously avoiding the question…and my gaze.

I grabbed his chin and turned his face toward mine. “Did I deflower you last night?”

He captured my wrist and pulled my hand from his face. “That’s not so funny to guys.”

I was floored. “You’re very good looking. There weren’t any girls in high school?”

“I never thought any of them would want to go out with me—well, there was one girl I got up the nerve to ask, and you know how that turned out.”

“So, as of yesterday, you were a twenty-eight-year-old vir—”

He squeezed the wrist he was still holding. “Stop it Mia.”

I ignored him, too curious to let this go. “How was it that you knew exactly what you were doing last night? It was perfect, from the candles, to the dinner, to the ‘you know.’ I thought guys were supposed to be clumsy when they first started.”

“Sixteen year-old guys,” he answered, obviously mortified by the conversation.

But I was still thinking this through. “There’s only one thing I didn’t understand. Why did you tell me not to dress so
alluringly
?”

Drew glanced down at my body, which was partially covered by the sheet. “Because every morning when you come down those stairs, you look sexier than you did the day before. If you’d showed up last night wearing one of those tight skirts, and those ’you know’ shoes, I think I would have ripped off your clothes, rubbed lasagna all over you and licked the dish clean.”

“Mmm,” I was getting aroused at the mental picture. I put my fingertips on his chest and ran them all the way down to his already erect member, which jumped to attention at my touch. “The way I see it,” I said. “You’ve got an awful
lot of catching up to do.” I lifted the sheet off me in an inviting gesture.

He took it from me and pulled it around himself so we were underneath together. “Mia
like
crazy,” he said as his body covered mine.

~

“I’m completely satisfied for the first time in my life,” I announced after we had totally exhausted each other.

“Great. Would you wear that on a T-shirt whenever we’re together?”

“I’m serious,” I said. “As far back as I can remember, I needed something to fill this emptiness. I looked for it in grades and law books and a great job, but I never felt satisfied, always hungry for more. And then I came here…”

“And I fed you,” he finished for me.

“You loved me.”

~

Later, when Drew tried to leave me alone in his bed, for my own safety, I put the rest of my plan into action. I told him I needed to wash my face and put on my nightgown anyway, so I would just sleep in my room.

I had formulated my latest “Drew Theory,” in which I reasoned that he went crazy in his dreams because his waking hours were too controlled. I decided the more he acted on his impulses during the day, the better he would sleep at night.

Although I knew there was a good chance this was wishful thinking, nothing was going to keep me from spending my nights with my husband.

When I checked on him an hour later, he lay completely unconscious on his side. It was the most relaxed I’d ever seen him. Certain it was our passionate lovemaking that had him resting so well, I sneaked around, climbed onto the bed and snuggled up against his back.

He woke me at eight the next morning and asked what had happened.

I told him that, since one of my windows faced east, the sun often streamed in very early and awakened me, so this morning I’d come into his room where it was dark and the bed was nice and warm. Although I felt a little guilty for lying to him, it had been worth it to be able to wrap an arm around him and press my face against his naked back all night.

For the next few weeks, I felt like a honeymooner in every sense of the word. I was in love and making love, and still getting great home-cooked meals.

At my insistence, Drew joined me for runs on the sidewalk around the park. Some days we ended up laughing so hard we couldn’t finish our laps.

I had continued sneaking back into his bed, until one night, he caught me, and I confessed I’d been sleeping with him all along without incident. He was happy to accept my theory as fact, and one side of the bed became mine.

~

The day came when I was to deliver the news and the deed for the land to the Chesneys so they could have their property intact again. Meridith wasn’t planning to go, but I talked her into it, telling her I thought the family would appreciate the personal acknowledgement.

She agreed, so the two of us headed out to the country together. I hadn’t told her the news would be a surprise to the Chesneys. I thought since Meridith was making such a generous gesture, she should be able to see the looks on their faces when they found out, but I had simply told the family I needed to meet with them again.

On the way, my thoughts focused on Drew. “You know…” I thought out loud. “Drew is in really good shape—”

“Oh, really?” Meridith’s eyebrows went up and I could see she was stifling a smile. I’d inadvertently given away the fact that I’d finally seen Drew naked.

I shrugged it off and continued. “I just thought anyone would have to work out to look like he does, but until we started running in the park, he didn’t do anything, as far as I could tell.”

“I’ll let you in on a secret,” Meridith said. “He keeps weights under his bed. It’s another one of those little personal things he doesn’t mention. I only know because I ran across them when I was planning to redecorate that horrible room of his.”

“That explains the weird noises. He was stuffing me full of food, then working his
off when he went to his room at night? Probably while I was sleeping. He seemed like he was up all night.”

“But not anymore?” The always astute Meridith had caught on to my use of the past tense.

“No…not anymore. He sleeps really well, now.” I glanced over and was sure I spotted a triumphant gleam in my sister-in-law’s eye.