Andrew dropped his head with a chuckle. “That sounded so cheesy. I’m sorry.”
“Not at all,” I croaked. “I think it was the most beautiful speech I’ve ever heard.”
Andrew lifted his head, and his eyes burrowed deep inside my soul. His free hand cupped my face, then slid behind my neck. He leaned close—holding my gaze with his own—and I gravitated to him. The tips of our noses touched, and I could hear his rapid breathing. I closed my eyes.
Time ground to a halt.
Andrew’s lips brushed mine. They were soft, wet, and warm. His tongue stroked along my bottom lip, and I opened my mouth to let him in. His tongue rolled against mine, and the electricity shot from my chest to my core. He tasted like coffee, and it awakened every fiber of my body. I pressed my hands on his chest, feeling his heart pounding under my palms. His seductive and masculine bergamot scent intoxicated me, imprinting itself in my mind. This was the moment I’d been craving for days now. If not my entire life.
Our kiss was slow and languorous, our tongues caressing each other. Andrew wrapped his arms around my body, his hands finding their way under my T-shirt, his palms pressing against my bare, hot skin. I fisted waves of his hair, and he made a quiet groan of appreciation, deepening our kiss.
Andrew trailed kisses along my jaw and down my neck, lighting my skin on fire everywhere his lips touched and his stubble scratched. His thumb circled over my stiffened nipple. I threw my head back, and a guttural sound escaped me, mingling with the low sound from his throat. His mouth moved down, and he took my hard bud into his mouth, grazing it with his teeth through the fabric of my shirt, and making my toes curl. He repeated the same with my other breast. Heat pooled at my center, and I needed his lips on every inch of my body.
The air around us turned searing hot, and I wanted him out of his clothes. I needed him to rip mine off. I wanted the weight of his body against mine so I shifted, slowly falling on my back, tugging him down with me until his body was firm on top of mine.
Andrew rose on his elbows. “I want you so much it hurts.” His pupils were wide, hiding most of their blue and green color, his lips red and swollen.
My trembling hands clenched his shirt, and I pulled his mouth back to mine. We didn’t have much time remaining on this trip. Why didn’t we do this in the church when he told me he wasn’t married?
“Just to clarify.” I kissed the base of his neck. “In a normal situation…” Andrew pressed his mouth to the sensitive spot behind my ear, then sucked on my earlobe. My head spun. “If we were to date”—his hot breath was against my breasts—“we’d take it slow and have a few dates before we moved to third base.”
His warm body hovered over me, and he stared at me. “I don’t know what third base means, but I hope it means sex.”
He crashed his mouth against mine, his thumb rubbing my hardening nipples over my shirt. We should really consider taking clothes off. I pulled my lips away from his.
“No.” I took a breath. “It means touching everywhere you want to be touched.” I swallowed. “Home run is when you have sex.”
Andrew nuzzled my neck and dragged his teeth over my skin, his breath sending fireworks through my body. “Can we count our dinner at Erizo as one date?”
“I think so.” I moved my hips, desperately seeking friction against his erection. A needy groan floated up from the back of his throat. He shifted down and dragged his mouth from my neck over my chest, stopping at my stomach. He bunched up my shirt, exposing my skin, and pressed his lips above my belly button.
“What about Iglesia San Antonio church?”
“Definitely.” Dragging my fingers through his hair, I tried to pull him up to kiss him, but he resisted.
“And behind the waterfall?” His unapologetically demanding mouth slowly kissed its way down. “Can that be a date too?”
I arched my back. “Yes. Please.”
“So that’s three dates already. That means…” His lips reached the elastic band of my shorts. He stopped and looked up at me. “Third base. Or…?” He arched his eyebrow.
I let out a ragged breath. I sure hoped we’d do more than third base. “I think tonight is a home run.” My hand went under my ass, and I fished the condoms out of my back pocket. I laid them next to us on the floor.
Andrew sat on his heels, and his lips pulled into a cocky smile. “You brought five condoms? You’re not joking about keeping me up all night.”
“That’s too much?”
“Not at all.” His fingers circled my shorts’ band, and he tugged on them. I lifted my hips to help him to take them off. Andrew threw them to the side and took off his shirt. I took a moment to admire him. His Roman god’s torso with its taut muscles took my breath away. And I could touch it now. I could press the entire length of my naked body against him. What was I waiting for?
I pulled off my shirt, and Andrew caught his bottom lip beneath his teeth. He dragged a lazy gaze over my breasts, and whispered, “You’re perfect.”
Andrew bent, his fingers sweeping the tender curve of my breasts, then he took my left bud between his teeth, teasing it with his tongue. I moaned and pushed my chest forward, feeling more wetness pooling between my thighs. He moved to my right breast. My hands fumbled with the zipper of his pants until I was able to unfasten them and push them down his hips. His mouth found mine, and I clung to Andrew for dear life, pressing my bare breast against his naked chest. I couldn’t get close enough to him. As he kissed me deeply, he freed his body from his pants and lowered me back onto the floor. Now our bodies were pressed against each other, so much of his hot skin touching mine. My hands skated over his back, learning the curves and swells of his muscles.
I pushed him over, and we rolled. He was flat on his back, and I was straddling him, his large, bulging erection pressing into my aroused center. His hands seized and squeezed my thighs.
“I want to look at you.” I pushed my hair off my face. Somewhere along the way, my bun had come undone.
He gave me a cheeky smile and crossed his arms behind his head. “Feast away.”
