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Eugenia glanced up the stairs to see if any of the girls were ready to return with their gentlemen friends. She knew that more than likely, before she and Drew would have a chance to have a serious talk, they would be interrupted.
"Come with me up to my room," she said, lifting her skirt, heading up the steps. It just didn't seem possible that it was Drew, truly Drew, walking behind her so close. She could even smell the aroma of a male's expensive cologne rising from the suit that he wore. And what had he said about a home? She opened the door that would lead them to complete privacy and watched as he went and sat on a chair, his eyes following her every move.
She opened the stove door and shoveled in some more lumps of coal, then sat down opposite Drew, cupping her hands stiffly on her lap.
"Eugenia, you're even lovelier than I remember," Drew said, his brows tilting downward. Eugenia was quite aware of the lack of hair across the one eyebrow. He had yet to tell her how that had come about.
"I wouldn't have thought you'd remember anything about me," she said cooly. "You do remember leaving me high and dry the second time. And how long has it been?"
Drew rose and went to her and pulled her up and into his arms. "My Eugenia. Does that really matter?" he said, tilting her chin upward, his eyes smoldering with lust. Eugenia tried to pull away, remembering the hurt when he would use her, then leave her. But his fingers were tracing her facial features, making her skin tingle with each touch. And when his mouth covered hers, she forgot all hurt that she had ever felt because of him and moaned with urgent need as his hands reached down into the bust of her dress, capturing a throbbing breast between the smoothness of his fingers. She had dreamed of this for so long, even while in Adam's arms. Adam had so often been Drew, as she had fantasized, while he had taken her to such heights of gratification.
"Drew, I've missed you so," she whispered, her fingers working through his hair, loving the touch of it.
"Show me how much," Drew said hoarsely, pulling her dress down over her shoulders, until it fell into a heap around her ankles. She stepped out of her petticoats, then underclothes, and stood, poised, nude, watching him slowly begin to undress. This had happened so unexpectedly. So fast. She had only allowed one other man in this room with her, but now she was in a world that included only Drew.
The warm, melting sensation had already begun inside Eugenia as she stretched out across her bed, waiting for his body to make union with hers. She removed her Papa's combs and let her hair spread out in red strands on the satin spread beneath her, remembering how he had always loved her hair, the touch of it, the smell of it.
Her eyes lowered to the erectness of his manhood as he came to the edge of the bed, and instead of climbing beside her, he continued to stand there, looking downward, smiling knowingly.
"Show me how much you still love me, Eugenia," he said, stroking himself, as he reached down to move her head closer to what he was stroking.
She eyed him questionably then replaced his hand with hers, enjoying the warmth of his flesh, and quite aware of the pulse increasing inside it.
Then before Eugenia was aware of his doing it, Drew had gently moved her head so that her mouth was where her hand had just been. Eugenia hadn't ever done this before, but knew that her girls did, quite often. She had even grown wet between the thighs when she had seen the twins do this to many of their men callers. She was now finding out what pleasure she had been denying herself. And judging from Drew's reaction, the way his body was stiffening, then trembling, as he was caught up in guttural moans, she knew that she was giving him much pleasure, something that she wanted to do, now and forever. He had returned. He was hers.
"Oh, God, Eugenia," he groaned as he clasped his hands on her head.
"You'd better stop, hon," he added, then releasing his hold.
Eugenia moved away from him, her eyes glazed from the rising warmth of pleasure washing over her as his body covered hers. When he entered her, swiftly and surely, it was as always with Drew, she felt as though they were one, their flesh melting, blending into one body, moving, almost flying, as Drew's body thrust fiercely before the last final spasm.
"Magnificent," Drew sighed, as he rolled from atop her.
"Magnificent?" Eugenia giggled, running her fingers over his stomach, watching the ripples she was creating on his skin. "Do you say that to all your women lovers, Drew?" He always had, with her, after their completion.
"You're the only one that particular word describes," he said, stretching, putting his hands beneath his head.
Eugenia swung her body over and laid on her stomach, her eyes devouring the man that she loved, would always love.
"Where have you been, Drew?" she asked softly.
"I've purchased myself a gambling casino and bought a home. All for you," he said, winking at her.
"What do you mean, 'for me?"
"When I disappeared that night?"
"Yes?"
"I stole one of that old German's horses and traveled to Colorado Springs. I've been there ever since. I used my gold to make me rich."
"How, Drew?"
"I gambled. And won."
"Truly?"
"Truly, my pretty," he said, throwing a leg over hers.
