“I know. I mean that. You’re too good for all of them. No matter what they say to you. Please try to remember that.”
Andy took a breath to say something, but the front door opening stopped him in his tracks.
“Are you two planning to stand out there conspiring all night?” Mother snapped, standing in robe and curlers in the doorway.
Before I could think of a response, Andy grabbed my hand and tugged me toward the door.
“We were just coming inside, ma’am,” he said, shouldering the other door open and pulling me inside.
“Hey look,” he said, pointing up. “Mistletoe.”
I hadn’t even noticed the sprig over the front door, but I supposed I should have known it’d be there.
I’d barely registered what Andy was saying before he grasped the back of my neck, dragging me in for an open-mouthed kiss that made me gasp.
His fingers curled into my coat, pulling me closer still, the two of us pressed together from shoulders to hips, Andy’s tongue brushing against mine and sending a shiver ofwanttingling down the length of my spine.
Blood rushed south, but I couldn’t pull away, even at the risk of thoroughly embarrassing myself. This was too good, and it might’ve been my only chance.
My brain stuttered to a halt as the hand on my neck moved down to my backside, and I couldn’t stop a whimper as Andy grabbed a handful of flesh through my clothes and squeezed tight, grinding our hips together in one long, slow motion.
He pulled back just as suddenly, catching my hand as he moved.
My face was on fire, but Mother was gaping like a fish who’d just won the National Lottery.
“C’mon,” Andy tugged me toward the stairs. “We haven’t had sex in hours.”
