“Andrea, what—”
I shut him up by plastering my mouth on his, roughly pulling him down to have access. Our earlier kiss was tender and sweet, but this one is carnivorous and passionate. My tongue aggressively tries to devour him, our teeth clashing, his hands pressing me onto him.
Fuck waiting. I want eighty-four children with him, to get married, and to have it all with himright now. I want to consume him, to rip his skin open and crawl underneath it so we’re one. I want him, everything about him, all of him. He’s so fucking perfect. It makes no sense that I’m the one he chose, but I’m done questioning my blessings.
For fuck’s sake, he can bring me more joy with four letters on his shoe than anyone else ever could. Ripping myself away from him, I look down at his white sneakers.
“Show me,” I demand.
Standing on one foot, he lifts his right one to show me its underside. I stare at the black letters in awe, wondering how he even thought of this.
“Did you watch the movie?” I ask once his foot is back down.
“At some point during those weeks we were apart, I visited Lucy. Her kids asked to watch it, so I settled with them, curious about your favorite movie. I thought about you the entire time, and it was excruciating. But it felt like having a slice of you, so I endured it.”
Fuck, why does he have to be so absurdly romantic when we can’t have sex?
“And I’d like to make clear that this will be the only time I’ll refer to you as ‘Andy,’” he stubbornly explains.
“Do you realize this means you’re my Woody?” I ask with a naughty smirk.
“Is that another double-meaning thing I don’t understand?”
“It means a hard-on.”
“Ah, then yeah, I’m your Woody.”
His lopsided grin has me craving him. Well, if Kate and Rafa can do it, we sure as hell can, too. Impulsively, I reach for his belt. I’m too tipsy and horny to even think about why we shouldn’t be doing this.
“Andrea, this isn’t reasonable,” he mutters, tugging my hands away.
“The idea of you inside of me soundsveryreasonable to me.”
“On that, I agree. But I meant we’ve got your room, music covering everything, and no one upstairs.”
“Oh, right. Damn, I love it when big brain Lex comes out to play.”
“That was a no-brainer, but I’ll take it.”
We exit the room and head toward the stairs. My foot lands on the first step when my mom interrupts our sneaky attempt.
“Ah, Andrea! Josefina has been drinking a little too much, and she needs a ride home.”
“But, I’ve been drinking too,” I argue.
“I’m sober,” Lex kindly offers. I turn to him with a frown. Is he serious right now?
“Oh, wouldn’t you mind?” my mom insists. “She lives twenty minutes away. I know it’s a bit much to ask, but she’s too drunk to be sent away with a stranger in a taxi.”
He really is adamant about being the perfect son-in-law because he agrees with a nod. “Ugh, I’ll come with you,” I mumble before turning to my mom. “For someone who really wants grandchildren, you’re being an awful cockblocker.”
Oh shit.
Okay, the three-and-a-half mojitos were definitely not a good idea. Thankfully, Mom is as inebriated as I am, so she laughs it off, arguing we’ll work on her grandkids after we’ve dropped off Josefina.
I’m still cringing when we get to Lex’s car, and he’s still grinning like an idiot. But despite the embarrassment, I remain hellbent on getting his dick inside me. And I think I know exactly how I’ll make it happen.
Chapter 36
