While his lips moved from my mouth to the side of my neck, he took my clothes and tugged on my hand clutching the sheet. I relaxed my grip, and it pooled at our feet. Still kissing me, Andrew ran his free hand down my side and cupped my bottom. A low growl sounded deep in his chest. He left a trail of kisses on my breasts, taking in each nipple and drawing gasps out of me. Maybe because I needed to steady myself or maybe because I wanted to, my fingers laced through his hair, gripping it lightly. Andrew kneeled in front of me and kissed my stomach. When he reached my pubic bone, he stilled and looked up at me, a feral glint in his gaze. A bolt of lightning shot through me, and I wished I could stay longer. Forever. He kissed near my center as his hand that grasped my bottom glided down my thigh to my ankle. Everything inside me burst into color. I was transfixed, my heart hammering, and I was on the verge of tipping over into a climax if he didn’t stop there.Please don’t stop.But, alas, his lips left my skin, and he picked up my panties and held them low at my feet. Reluctantly, I stepped into them, and he slowly dragged them up my legs, his fingers caressing my skin, his lips tracking after them. Next, he picked up my shorts and held them for me to step in. Once they were on me, he pressed a lingering kiss over the fabric exactly where his lips had been a few moments ago, his hands gripping my butt.
With my T-shirt in his hands, Andrew unhurriedly stood, dropping a pathway of kisses over my body. He fondled my breasts, his tongue teasing and stroking my buds. I struggled to keep still, loving the feel of the wet desire pooling at my core.
“Andrew,” I whispered, and my body vibrated. The throbbing between my legs reached its highest point, and it felt like a caged wild animal searching for an escape. A reaction I’d never had around other men. “Please.”
His mouth brushed my neck, my jawline and it found mine. I was waiting for a hungry kiss, but Andrew kissed me with so much tenderness it brought my climax closer to the surface. As his lips gently moved over my smile, he lifted my hands above my head. He drew away and leisurely tugged my shirt down over my head. With my shirt on, he took one step back, his enormous erection pushing against his pants.Oh, come now.He couldn’t possibly be this mean. It would take him less than two thrusts to help us both.
“You are such a tease,” I said, my voice husky. This was the sexist dressing-up game I’d ever played. I wanted to rip my clothes off and ask him to do it again. “Would you move in with me so I can get ready like this every morning?”
Andrew’s smirk deepened into a lopsided smile. “You’d better leave before I lose my willpower not to bend you over and have my way with you.”
His eyes burned into mine. Did I have the willpower to leave? Did I have to go? I had no plans. Andrew’s phone rang, spoiling our heated stare. I glanced at it. It was Lulu, and he never missed her calls. He pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead, then reached for his phone.
“I’ll see you later?” I whispered, not sure why it came out as a question. I knew I’d see him later. If not to havecasual sex, then to open the bracelet.
ChapterTwenty-Three
“So, you’re telling me you almost orgasmed when Dr. Super Soaker put clothes backonyou?” William said and took the last bite of his cheesyenyucado. We sat on a bench at a small park we’d found in town, looking into the distance where the afternoon sun glinted off the ocean. I went over my night with Andrew, listing out all my confusing emotions and, of course, giving him the most precise body part measurements and all the sex tricks.
“Yep.” I set my half-eaten dessert between us and raised my phone to snap a picture of our view. “I have to say I never thought I would enjoy visiting Colombia as much as I am. It’s a beautiful country with friendly people.”
“You’re riding high on an orgasm overdose,” William said around a straw in his mouth, as he slurped onlimonada de coco. He bumped his shoulder into mine. “So, is this a one-time thing between you and Dr. Indiana Bones or…”
I sighed. “I don’t think so.” The way Andrew’s lips had pressed to my head as a goodbye was a promise of something to come. “But it’s definitely a one-trip deal. A memorializing fling.”
A hollow feeling grew inside me. It wasn’t just about sex now. Jesus, my heart would have a difficult time getting over Andrew. We were two lonely people connecting, and this connection would never progress to anything else because we had no future. Too many factors pulled us in opposite directions. And I had my entire life waiting for me in Atlanta. I had a business to run. This was the fifth day of our trip and—per wire transfer notification emails I received each night—Andrew had kept his word. I already earned enough money to renovate my store. It felt wrong to ask for more.
“I’ll tell Andrew to stop paying me.” I blurted out before my brain could process the thought. Damn those wonderful commotions Andrew’s voice or touch created in my soul.
“What about your store? Are you giving up?”
A few more days and I could have ordered inventory without the need to look for an investor. I could be the sole owner of my dream. Stupid conscience.
I shook my head. “I’ll figure something out.”
William poked me in the thigh. “You’re totally smitten with him.”
“I’m not smitten with anybody.” I peered at him over my sunglasses.
William laughed. “Oh my god, you so are!” Then his mouth dropped into a flat line. He squeezed my hand. “I think you’re in love. I want to see you like this all the time. When we go back home, you and Andrew need to date.”
“Are you stoned?” I stared at him with a mildly horrified expression. “It’s not possible. With all the work waiting for me, I doubt I’d have time, and Andrew never said he wanted this to be something more.” Did he? “And I’m perfectly okay on my own.”
“Again, my dear, you’re wrong. We already went over this. It is possible if you give it a chance. And you think you’re okay, but all these years I’ve done nothing but worry about how lonely you are.”
“I’m not lonely. I have you, and I can get a cat.”
“No. There’s a difference.” He frowned. “There is alone, and there’slonely. You, my dear, are lonely. You think your monthly prime delivery of double AA batteries for your Captain America and unlimited Kindle pile of romcoms would keep your soul fulfilled, but you’re wrong.”
My mouth dropped open. “I don’t read rom?—”
“Stop it.” William put his hand on my mouth. “I saw the smut you read. You can’t hide that from me.”
“But my Kindle is password protected.”
“Please.” He rolled his eyes, brushing out the crumbs off his shirt. “You use the same numbers. My birthday. Sometimes with a year, sometimes without it. It takes me one to four tries.” He placed his hand on his heart. “I’m so glad I got it off my chest. I discovered it the first day you moved in with me. Let me tell you, I was so relieved you’re a human being who believes in love. So, you and Andrew are going to long-distance date until we all figure something out.”
“It would not work.”
