“He must be proud of you,” I say.
“He is. He originally hoped I’d work for a big firm like Avoss.” I grimace at the idea of her working for Hugh. “But when he learned I was applying for Kelex, he was ecstatic. We all knew your company thanks to Rafael, who uses several of your apps.”
We talk for a while, drinking over half the bottle and eating. We naturally move closer to one another, her knees over my thigh and my arm now on her shoulders, fingers drawing delicate patterns on her skin. This moment of casual chatter and comfortable proximity is everything.
I tell her about meeting Kevin in middle school and how we’ve been inseparable since. She tells me about her mom, who teaches Spanish in the same high school as her dad, and I tell her more about my sisters, Emilia and Julia, who work for the Coleman empire—the former in the New York branch, and the latter at the Dallas headquarters.
Somehow, the subject becomes geeky again, and she lets her passion take over. “I can’t believe you tried to pretend you weren’t a bit of a dork,” I note with amusement.
“Well, I don’t want you to see me that way.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know, because… I want to besexy or cute in your eyes. Not a nerdy and geeky dork.”
I put my glass on the table before reaching for her hip to rest a hand there. Bending forward, I kiss the softness of her neck. She shivers with delight, closing her eyes and angling her head to give me better access.
“I can assure you that I find you very sexy and cute,” I promise. “But as attractive and gorgeous as I find you, the image wouldn’t be complete if you weren’t a nerdy and geeky dork.”
I continue to lazily explore her exposed skin, ripping small sighs out of her every time my wet tongue darts out to taste her. My hand on her hip adamantly pulls her closer. She moans when I take the lobe of her ear between my lips and gently suck on it.
“I wouldn’t have guessed you were into nerds,” she breathes out.
“I didn’t know it myself. As it turns out, I’m into everything you are. I’m an Andreaphile.”
The shaky breath she lets out and the way her hand on my thigh tightens remind me that words of affirmation work well on her. As well as physical touch and quality time.
I take her glass from her distracted hold and put it on the table with mine before I return to my exploration.
With a precise tug, I loosen the tie on the back of her neck and pull the fabric down to reveal her bare chest. After a lustful glance at her hardened tips, I hungrily engulf one of them between my lips, gently nipping on the soft flesh around it, rolling a skilled tongue on the puckered surface.
My hand on her hip finds its way under the hem of her dress and tentatively traces a path up the smooth skin of her inner thigh. I smile around her nipple when my fingertips encounter the soft texture of lace. She did wear something under her dress…
She whispers my name when I press over her clit, and shivers when I circle it. As my fingers lower, I feel how wet she is for me. I let go of her brown tip with a groan to meet her enraptured expression.
“You drive me insane,” I confess. Once her underwear is tugged to the side, I slide my fingers up her molten folds. “Sometimes when you’re away, my mind drifts to you, and I often get hard at the thought of your wet and tight pussy.” I slowly push two fingers inside of her, making her release a soft whimper. “I want you all the time. I want to be with you, around you, inside of you. I want to hear you laugh, talk, moan, and scream my name. I always long to see you, how you furrow your brows when you’re confused, how you bite your lip when you’re trying not to laugh, how you fidget when you’re embarrassed…”
I hope she feels it, too, and this isn’t just me. We have a connection, a strong bond tying us together. It goes beyond lust and desire.
“I feel the same,” she whispers, spreading her legs more.
“I don’t know what you’re doing to me, Andrea. It’s both hell and heaven when I’m with you. I finally get to touch you, to kiss you, to hold you, but I know I’ll never get enough of you, and the thought of losing you is slowly killing me.”
“Lex, I’m not going anywhere.”
“Really?”
“Yes… I belong only to you, baby.”
An urge to be closer to her has me removing my hand and pulling her onto my lap until she’s straddling me. The longing and the need in her eyes wreck me. She frames my face with tender hands, looking at me like I’m the eighth wonder.
“Say that again,” I demand. My heart is seconds from exploding, but I need to hear it. “Say you’re mine.”
She looks torn, but not by doubt. It seems that whatever emotions are raging inside me are also overwhelming her.
“Say it, Andrea.”
“I’m yours, Alexander,” she whispers, claiming my lips tenderly.
