Unrestrained (Unrestrained 3)

"I could get hard again with those hands of yours touching me like that, Ms. Bennet," he said while I washed him, soapy hands slipping between his thighs to wash him thoroughly.

"You don't have time," I said. "I want you home for a nice dinner and then maybe a bath. I want to play slave-girl again and lick you all over. I'll be so hungry for you, I'll want to wash every inch of you."

"You talk like that and I won't be able to concentrate in the ER."

"Keep that thought for later tonight. What would you like for supper?"

"You mean, after I eat you?" he said, a wicked gleam in his eye. "I might like a nice piece of steak. We should christen that barbecue on the lanai."

"Your wish is my command," I said and kissed his wet shoulder as he turned off the faucet.

We dried off and while I brushed my hair, I watched his reflection in the mirror as he dressed, pulling on some clean boxer briefs and a pair of dark jeans and a deep blue shirt. He came back into the bathroom and while he brushed his teeth beside me, I admired how the blue of his shirt made his eyes even more noticeable, his black lashes still a bit clumped from the shower, his hair still wet and hanging in his eyes.

"Enjoy yourself today," he said after he finished rinsing. He ran his fingers through his hair, watching my face in the mirror as I applied a small bit of mascara. "I hope he won't bother you."

"I'll try," I said, sighing. "I won't let him. I'll think of coming home to you, enjoying you."

He smiled softly and brushed hair from my cheek. Then he sighed as if he wasn't convinced.

I followed him to the living room where he put his shoes on. I glanced outside and saw a black Mercedes parked in the driveway.

"I got a rental," he said as he stood beside me. "I'm going to brave the streets of Nairobi myself." He bent down to kiss me, his lips lingering over mine, one hand on my waist. "You look so delicious, naked underneath that towel, your hair wet, I may have a hard time leaving you."

I smiled. "I doubt that very much. You enjoy teaching too much to be distracted. I'm sure you have a few surgical patients with complicated cases to focus on."

He nodded and took the doorknob in hand, hesitating as if he wanted to prolong our goodbye.

"I'll be thinking of you all day," he said finally, his gaze moving over my face before focusing on my eyes. "Keep reminding yourself it's only for a few more weeks. Besides, you have the safari next weekend. That's something to look forward to."

I leaned up and kissed him and then he left.

I spent the day by myself, working on the canvas I had started, and once more, Drake was late getting home. He texted me with apologies and said an emergency came in late in the afternoon and he'd have to stay with Michael to take care of it.

I said nothing as he crawled into bed beside me. He didn't snuggle in close, probably not wanting to wake me and I didn't say anything, not wanting to keep him up any later than he had to be. He had to go to work in the morning, despite having pulled ER call all weekend.

One more day and one more night that I was alone.

The next day, Drake promised he'd be home for dinner.

"I told Michael if I didn't, you'd divorce me before we were even married," he said as he bent down to kiss me goodbye.

"I'd never do that," I said. "Don't make me out to be the bad guy with Michael. If you need to stay, you need to stay. I know this isn't trivial."

"I'll do my best to be home at six."

"Do what you can," I said and tucked his hair behind his ear. "I'll be here either way, missing you."

He kissed me warmly and then left.

I had some time before Jomo arrived to take me to the Institute, so I had a leisurely breakfast and watched some news headlines before getting dressed in my usual art class attire – overalls and a t-shirt, my high tops and thick socks. I checked over my supplies in my art case and then headed outside to wait in the warm morning sun for Jomo to arrive.

I smiled when I saw his taxi coming down the street, pleased to see a familiar face.

"Hello, Miss," he said, smiling back as I entered the taxi and sat down. "Time for your class."

We engaged in the usual small

talk on the way to the institute – the weather, the trials for the armed robbers who killed several people in an attack several months earlier, the upcoming elections in the USA. Jomo was well educated about world events and seemed particularly interested in American politics. I told him about my father and his hopes of obtaining a house seat in the fall.