And then he pulled back.
Andie blinked at him, dazed. Her lips felt swollen. Her body felt like it was on fire. And he was just...looking at her.
Those gray eyes, storm-dark now, searching her face.
She didn’t know what expression she was wearing.
She only knew that she didn’t want him to stop.
She only knew that something was happening inside her body—something strange and frightening and wonderful—and she didn’t understand it, but she wanted more of it.
She was staring at him like—
Like she wanted more.
Something in his expression cracked.
“Fuck.”
His voice was pained.
And then his mouth was on hers again.
Hungrier this time. More desperate. Like something had snapped inside him and he couldn’t hold it back anymore.
His hand slid down her side.
Down her hip.
Until his fingers found the button of her jeans.
She gasped against his mouth. She knew she should tell him to stop. But she couldn’t.
The button came undone with a soft pop.
“Tell me you don’t want this.”
She didn’t.Truly!But the words refused to leave her throat, and all she could do was shudder when his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her jeans, beneath the cotton of her underwear, and found her.
Paul...
Paul had his hand between her thighs, andoh.
Oh goodness.
His finger slid through her folds, and she jerked like she’d been electrocuted. The sensation was—she didn’t have words for it. Overwhelming. Terrifying. Exquisite.
“You’re wet.” His voice had gone rough. Strained. Almost reverent. “Koukla mou,you’re soaked.”
Her face flamed. She didn’t even know that could happen. Didn’t know her body could produce that kind of—that it meant she—
“Don’t be embarrassed.” His free hand cupped her face, forcing her to meet his eyes. And what she saw there made her breath catch. He looked almost...undone. “This is...you have no idea what this does to me.”
His finger moved again, sliding through the wetness, and her hips bucked.
“Easy.” The word was soft. Almost gentle. So at odds with the man she thought he was. “Let me show you.”
Show her what?
