“This body.” His low voice rumbled through me. “I remember this body.” He took a step closer and placed two fingertips at the hollow of my throat then traced a serpentine line down my chest. He circled around each breast, slowing down as he ran his thumb over the hard peaks of my nipples beneath the silk. His touch was so light that it almost tickled as he moved down my body to my stomach, before coming to a stop between my legs, cupping me gently. It took everything in my power not to grind against his hand.
I leaned closer and felt his chest go slightly concave as I bit his lobe then planted kisses down the side of his neck. It was like a competition to see who could make the other unhinge faster, and I was losing. His mouth found mine and I was drowning in him again.
“Why are you still wearing clothes?” I whispered with my mouth pressed to his ear.
A beat. Two, as one of his hands resumed mapping my body and the other traced me through the thin fabric of my underwear. Even that faint touch was enough to send pulses of pleasure through me.
“Hm?” he asked, not hearing me as his fingertips movedcloser to the edge of my panties. My breath hitched as he started making a circular pattern against me.
If I didn’t move now I knew I’d be powerless from his touch, and I needed him to be naked. I didn’t bother repeating myself, cursing the fact that I had to move a few inches away from him in order to grab the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head.
I stepped away to study him before he could put his hands back on my body. The first thing I realized when I saw his bare torso was how unfair it was that he looked like that. Not a freckle or blemish on his skin, just endless, muscled perfection, with a sprinkling of hair along his pecs. My next thought was how badly I wanted to feel him on top of me.
It must have struck both of us at the same moment because as I raced to unfasten my bra, roll down my panties, and kick off my socks, Andrew ripped off his pants and shoes. I reached for him, to help him get out of his briefs, but he leaned away from me to his discarded pants then fished through his pockets. He tossed a condom on the nightstand then froze once he saw that I was naked.
“Oh, Chelsea,” he said softly. “You aresoamazing.” He shook his head, the awe right there on his face.
Tears sprang to my eyes at the emotion in his voice, but there was no time for me to get overcome by it all because Andrew swept me up in his arms and deposited me in the middle of his bed.
“Naked,” I gasped. It was the only word I could manage as I pointed to the briefs he was still wearing.
He gave me a wicked grin and bent over to pull them off. I’dthoughtI had a good memory of his entire body, but when he stood up I realized that I’d been underappreciating him.
He grabbed the condom and slid it on while I watched him.
“Hurry.”
I didn’t care that I sounded a little desperate, I was tired of waiting for him.
He eased himself onto the bed then took my hand to pull me on top of him so I was straddling him. I raised myself up on my knees, poised to take him in, but he held me in place while his other hand slipped down between my legs. Every nerve ending jolted to life as he found my heat. I leaned forward to rest my hands on his chest as he teased me with soft circles then slipped a finger inside of me. I wanted to move closer to him, to kiss his beautiful mouth, but I was too paralyzed by pleasure to do anything but pray he wouldn’t stop.
Even with my eyes closed I could sense him watching me as he caressed me, but I welcomed it. IwantedAndrew to see what he did to me.
“So perfect...” he whispered.
He brought me so close to the brink with just his fingertips that my whole body quivered. It was as if he already knew my little noises and trembles well enough to understand when I was about to let go. He pulled his hand away and paused for a few agonizing seconds, making me cry out in frustration, then rocked into me with a single swift push. Andrew inhaled sharply as he buried himself in my warmth.
Everything around us seemed to shift into slow motion as a moment of tender acknowledgment passed between us. After so long we were finally here. Together. Connected.
And it felt even more perfect than I’d imagined.
Our eyes met as Andrew started moving beneath me, slow and rhythmic while his thumb worked its magic. I was close, so close, and he knew it, teasing me with his pace and pressure. Itwasn’t long before my head fell back and otherworldly sounds came roaring out of me. When I opened my eyes he was smiling at me, devilish, and hungry for more. Andrew shifted me gently as the aftershocks rolled through my body, and the next thing I realized I was beneath him with one leg hooked behind his back. He pushed into me again with a groan, then rocked against me, and it was my turn to watch him. His eyes were squeezed shut like he was concentrating, until he seemed to sense the weight of my gaze.
“I can’t wait... I’m sorry...” he rasped in a frustrated voice, staring into my eyes.
“Let go,” I whispered, reaching up to cup his cheek.
He undulated against me, rolling and graceful, until I felt his body go tense.
“Chelsea...” he gasped then collapsed on top of me, shuddering.
For a long time, our heavy breathing was the only sound in the room. His hand strayed to rest on my hip, and mine fell against his warm shoulder. It was as if we each needed a physical reminder that we were both still there.
Andrew finally pulled away, then raised himself up on his elbows and looked down at me. “Worth the wait,” he said softly, then frowned at me. “No, actually we should’ve been doing that for ages.”
“I agree,” I managed as he rolled away and took care of the condom. I still wasn’t in full control of my body and my limbs felt numb. “That’sexactlythe kind of fun we should be having.”
He moved closer to me and pulled the blanket over us, then wrapped his arms around me. “Gimme fifteen minutes and I promise you, there’s more fun on the way.”
