“Is it affecting your work, being snowed in like this?” In the month-plus I’ve been staying here, the men have left the compound multiple times, including a trip down into the city, but they’ve never all left at the same time, except for the day we went into Moon Ridge together.
“No. Not really.” He uses his thumbs to press parallel lines from my waist up toward my shoulders.
“That’s good. How’s the project coming for the manufacturing company you told me about?”
“We’re making good progress. Viper’s knee-deep in analysis this week. How’s the baby blanket coming?”
“I had to undo a few rows yesterday for some missed stitches, but I’m back on track today.”
We talk a little more about nothing important, and I find myself leaning into his touch. No matter how I tried to distract myself by asking about his work, I can’t deny what we’re doing right now feels more intimate than a simple treatment for sore muscles.
Somewhere along the way, the conversation fades. Andrew’s hands go still, resting at my waist. I turn my head, aware of how close he is. Close enough to feel his breath on my neck.
“Kira.”
When I meet his eyes, whatever question he’d been about to ask seems unnecessary. The answer is already there.
He kisses me, and this time, there’s no hesitation. My face gently cupped in his hand, he brushes his lips against mine, tender, unhurried. He looks into my eyes again, deeper this time, and I feel completely seen.
Without a word, he crosses the room to close his bedroom door, quietly twisting the lock. He turns the overhead light off, leaving only soft light from his bedside lamp. When he comes back to me, he takes my hand, helps me up from the chair, and leads me toward his bed.
CHAPTER 25
KIRA
His hands frame my face, thumbs sliding gently along my jaw as if he’s memorizing me. He kisses me again, and I’m flooded with an intoxicating rush of desire.
Fire sparks in the way his mouth moves on mine. His hands stroke down my arms, over my back, gently over the curve of my stomach, to my hips.
“I want you, Kira.”
I slide a hand around his neck, running my fingers through the neatly-trimmed hair above his collar as I pull him closer. “I’m yours to have.”
My words stoke the flames. His mouth claims mine with a tug on my lower lip, as his hands slide under the back of my sweater. When he lifts it over my head, he doesn’t allow the cool air to give me a chill, as he runs his warm hands and hot mouth over every inch of my exposed skin.
Without words, his eyes and his movements tell me howmuch he likes what he finds, as he explores, and worships, all my curves.
As his mouth gently sucks on a bit of skin at the swell of my breast, he bends and flings back the covers on his bed. Gently, he lays me down there, nesting my head on his pillow, then peels off my leggings before tucking my feet under the covers.
The worship continues, as he explores all the new skin he’s revealed, stroking his wonderfully rough hands over my thighs, my calves, and back up toward my center, making me glow from inside with each tender touch.
He removes his own clothing quickly, and though I’m eager for him to be naked, I regret not being able to feast my eyes on his body for a longer time. I catch quick glimpses of his broad chest covered with hair that’s darker than the gray on his head, tight abs that reflect the discipline he brings to all parts of his life, and a thick appendage hanging low between his powerful thighs that makes my pussy clench.
He slides into the bed, lining his body up next to mine, and pulls the covers over both of us. Those warm, leathered hands roam all over as he tangles me into a kiss that’s deeper and hotter, and leaves me breathless.
He disappears under the covers and kisses a path down to my chest. Reaching behind me, he deftly unhooks my bra with one hand and tosses it aside. I moan quietly as he lavishes my breasts with attention, kissing, licking, stroking, sucking.
This is a man who knows what he’s doing, and all the confidence he carries himself with comes through in every expert move of his tongue and every glideof his teeth. I writhe beneath him as he nearly brings me to orgasm without even moving below my waist.
But he does, eventually, move lower, when I’m panting and starting to beg for him in quiet whispers. Still hidden beneath the covers, he pulls my underwear off my hips and down my legs, the rough stubble on his face teasing my tender skin with his every movement.
He presses his lips to my center and pauses there, a lingering kiss that feels like gratitude. After a pause, his hand takes the place of his mouth, cupping me tenderly as he resurfaces. “Feeling all right?”
I tangle one of my legs with his and smile. “More than all right.”
He kisses me again as he slides a finger between my folds, and he groans when he finds how wet I am for him. “Kira.” He says my name like a prayer, and I wrap my arms around him, eager for our bodies to join.
He caresses a hand over my hip, his palm coming to rest lightly on my growing belly. “Let me know if anything is uncomfortable, or hurts, or if you want to stop.” He waits for me to meet his eyes. “I mean it.”
