“I’m sure he knows you’re with me.” Andrew cupped one of my breasts and landed a light kiss on my shoulder. “I imagine the entire town knows,” he said, a smile in his voice. He pressed his warm lips against the side of my neck.
I snorted and buried my face into the pillow. “I’m sorry. I tried to control myself.”
“Don’t apologize. I loved it. And who cares what others think?”
“I know exactly what Williams thinks.”
“And what is he thinking?” Andrew’s hand found its way around my hip, and now his fingers were moving to my center. On instinct, I parted my legs, welcoming him in.
“His first question would be”—I inhaled a deep breath when he found it—“if we used all the condoms.”
Andrew hummed near my ear, his fingers sailing in my slick wetness. My back arched into him, and a short moan escaped my lips.
“What would his second question be?” He dove his index and middle fingers inside me.
“How many more condoms do I need?” I managed to say.
He whirled his fingers, and my hips undulated ever so slowly. “Christ, you’re so wet.” Andrew leaned his forehead to the back of my head. “I want you again.”
“Then have me.”
Andrew’s hand left my body, and he reached out somewhere behind him and fumbled for the last condom. He ripped the foil, and several seconds later, his chest was against my back. I shifted my hips, and he glided inside me, making me gasp, my hands bunching the sheets. His fingers returned to my center, making me take another swift breath.
* * *
When I awoke again, Andrew was shirtless and sitting on the floor, holding a large mug in one hand and some of his notes in the other. He wore black-rimmed reading glasses, making him a doppelgänger for Clark Kent. No. Better. It made my heart swell.
I should have left hours ago, but I couldn’t bring myself to vacate his bed. My body ached, but in a good way, like after a great workout. I wanted to wake up each morning feeling like this. Worn out and happy. Was it because of multiple orgasms? Or was it Andrew—a fascinating man with a face so handsome it was trouble, and hands so skilled that everything inside me got tight at the thought of them. And then another thought snaked like a python around my heart, strangling it. This was only temporary. This fling was only for the next few days.
A breeze from an open window moved the sheer white curtains and lazily played with the corners of some papers scattered on the floor. The street hubbub was cacophonous. A nightstand had a lamp but no clock, but my eyes landed on a coffee cup covered with a small saucer plate, a plate with a bright purple flower and a baked roll, slices of butter and cheese. Breakfast? For me?
Andrew hadn’t glanced my way. He sipped from his mug, then set it on the stool. He bent and picked up a folder, the lean muscles on his back and arms dancing beautifully with each move. His shoulder had a few scratch marks on it. I did that to him. How many other women had woken up tired but satisfied like this in his company? A mean, covetous wave rushed over me. It was wrong to be jealous of something that wasn’t mine. Yet, I couldn’t stop myself from feeling that way.
What had Andrew done to me? I couldn’t recall any man in my past who had brought on these sensations. Only disappointment and heartaches. This was going to be a heartbreak, but that had been obvious from the beginning.
A car honked outside and broke my reverie. I rubbed my eyes with the heel of my palm. “Good morning.”
Andrew’s full lips pulled into a lazy smile. “Good afternoon, beautiful.”
I hugged his pillow. “What time is it?”
He glanced at his watch. “Quarter past noon.”
“Really?” I sat up, pulling up the flat sheet to my chest. “Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“I couldn’t ruin whatever you were dreaming about. You were smiling.”
“I was?”
He nodded. “What was your dream?”
I couldn’t remember anything. “Probably you.” He smiled wider. “Is that my breakfast?” I nodded at the nightstand.
“Yes. Coffee is probably cold now though.”
I removed the small saucer and picked up the cup. It was barely warm. I took a long sip anyway, enjoying its strong aromatic taste. “Mmm, this is good.”
“They didn’t have cream, so I added milk and one spoonful of sugar.”
