Andrea stepped back. She had fixed her dress downstairs, which had been a real visual disappointment, but now I was thrilled. As I sat on my ass and she stood in front of me, lifting her fingers to the tiny-ass straps of her dress, I was going to get to see her undress, and shit if that wasn’t a beautiful thing.
She slipped the straps down her arms, letting them dangle as she reached behind her. The tinny sound of a zipper going down had me aching.
I spread my legs out, but it didn’t help. “You’re killing me.”
Her lips curved up. “You killed me earlier.”
“I did?”
The loose curls around her face bounced as she nodded. “What you did down there, on the couch?” The dress loosened around her and she caught the material before it slipped down her breasts. “I thought I’d died for a moment.”
I leaned forward, my eyes never leaving her. Hell, a flesh-eating zombie could stroll into the room and I wouldn’t look away. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“It was,” she said softly, and then let the dress slip down her body, pooling at her feet with a soft whoosh.
Holy damn, my heart rate doubled. It was like seeing a goddess in the flesh, and I suddenly didn’t feel worthy of laying my eyes on her. The delicate skin of her throat flushed pink and that blush spread down to her full breasts. My mouth watered at the sight of those hardened tips and my fingers tingled just imagining sliding down her ribs, over the sweet curve of her waist and to those damn silky panties that covered her rounded hips.
“Is there a bow on your panties?” I asked.
“Yes. Because I’m sweet and demure.”
I chuckled hoarsely, but then straightened as she stepped toward me. My gaze was fastened on that purple bow right up until the moment her fingers slipped under the sides of her panties.
Never in my life had I been so fucking turned on.
Andrea bent slightly, and I sucked in a sharp breath as her breasts swayed and that scrap of purple lace slipped down her thighs, joining the dress, and then she was completely nude.
“Holy fuck,” I groaned, shaking my head slightly as I looked my fill.
She curled one arm across her waist, over her navel. “Is… is that a bad thing?”
“No. Hell, no.” I stood on oddly weak legs. “Andrea, you’re beautiful.”
The pink in her cheeks brightened as her lashes lowered. “I feel beautiful when you…you look at me this way.”
“I’m always going to look at you this way, so you better get used to it.” My gaze drifted over her body, lingering on some areas more than others, but I found myself staring at her feet. One foot was turned toward the other and her toes were curled. It was such a shy and sweet position that it tugged at my chest.
I wanted to do right by her.
Slowing this down was one of the hardest things I’d ever had to do, because I was so hard, so ready to be inside her that it was almost painful, but I didn’t want this to be fast. I wanted her to remember this always and I wanted this to erase every fucker that’d come before me.
As I approached her, she lifted her gaze and her lips parted. Gently, I touched the sides of her face with the tips of my fingers and tilted her head back. Lowering my mouth to hers, I kissed her softly, taking my time to explore the depths of her warm mouth and her sweet taste.
I moved closer, welcoming the feel of her body brushing mine as the kiss went deeper and became more erotic. Our tongues tangled, and when her hands dropped to my pants, finishing with the zipper, I moaned as she barely touched me.
Stepping back, I finished with the jeans and the boxer briefs, shedding them quickly. I straightened, grinning when I saw what she was staring at. “You like?”
Her tongue darted over her plump lower lip. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”
Another husky laugh radiated out from me and then I took her hand, drawing her to the bed. As she lay down, I grabbed the condom off the nightstand and tossed it beside her.
Andrea arched a brow, and I grinned as I reached down, wrapping my hand around the base of my cock. “Keep an eye on that condom. Make sure it doesn’t run off.”
Her gaze dropped. “I don’t think it’s going anywhere.”
“You never know.” I put a knee on the bed beside her as I slowly moved my hand along myself. She seemed to like that by the way her chest rose sharply. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Like what?” Her voice turned richer, thicker.
I moved my hand faster. “This. You like watching me do this.”
Dammit, I loved the way her cheeks could turn pink at a drop of a hat. I expected her to lie, but after a moment, she nodded. “I do.”
My jaw was beginning to ache from how hard I was grinding my teeth. “I’m going to have to file that little piece of knowledge away for later.”
“Later?”
I smiled. “Oh, there’s going to be a later. Lots of laters.”
Andrea seemed to relax in that moment, and I hadn’t noticed how much tension filled her until then. “I like the sound of that.”
Staring at her, I felt my heart do something funny in my chest. Like it had jumped. Damn, she was going to break me in the best possible way.
I forced myself to lie down, stretching out on my side beside her. Drawing my hand down the length of her body, I idly brushed my thumb over the rosy peak of her breast. Fuck, I really liked the way she felt. I really liked the tiny feminine sound she made when I caught her nipple between my fingers. I liked the way she tilted her head back, lifting her chest in a silent invitation for more. Man, I just really liked her. My heart was pounding in my chest like a steel drum as I leaned over, placing a kiss on the little dip at the base of her throat.
“I like that,” she said, running her hand up my arm. “I like everything you do.”
I smiled against her skin, more than pleased to hear that. I rolled the tight nub as I kissed my way down her lovely breasts. She shuddered, and there was nothing sweeter than that. I could eat her up, one lick and nibble at a time, but there was no way I’d last if I went for round two of that.
Trailing a path along the underside of her breast, my hand drifted down her soft belly. I lifted my head, watching my own progress as my hand disappeared between those sweet thighs. I slipped a finger through the wetness there. She was tight and hot and wet. She was ready.
The foil package was already in her hand, and I had to laugh as I grabbed it from her, carefully ripping it open. My damn hands shook as I rolled it on and then I rose above her, forcing myself to breathe slowly as I shifted my weight onto one arm and kneed her thighs apart.
Her warm brown eyes held mine as she spread her fingers across my cheek. “I want you.”
I closed my eyes briefly, shaken by the need I felt. “I will never grow tired of hearing that.” I reached between us, guiding myself to her entrance, and then I grasped her hip, tilting her up. “I’ve wanted this since the first time I laid eyes on you.”
A strange look crossed her face, gone so quickly I wasn’t sure if I even saw it. She smiled. “Let’s not wait any longer.”
Magic words spoken right there.
I eased into her, groaning as her tightness enveloped me inch by fucking torturous inch. She was so tight and hot, a tremor rolled down me. I stilled, gasping. “You’re okay?”
Andrea’s hands slid down my sides to my hips. “Yes,” she whispered.
Her gaze was dark and warm, and the restraint evaporated like smoke. I thrust my hips forward, filling her completely. Her head kicked back as she gasped, my name falling like a musical note between us.
I moved over her and in her, slow and steady at first, and she drew her legs up. Her feet slid along my calves until her thighs pressed against my hips, holding me there as she rose to meet each thrust. I had never felt such intensity, never such rightness. I hadn’t even known it was possible to feel that way.
My back bowed as I drove into her, fisting one of my hands in her hair, yanking her head back. Our mouths met. The kiss was fierce, my tongue plunging into her, just like my hips were. Sweat dotted my brow and my back. The bed shook under the force. I devoured her with a hunger I didn’t even know I was possible of experiencing.