“Jealous?” he asked.
“Maybe.”
“But I’m here with you.” He slid a finger down her neck, enjoying the way her eyes fluttered closed. “Are you happy to see me?”
She exhaled. “Yes.”
Leaning down, he brushed his lips over her ear and whispered, “Did you miss me?”
Paige nodded.
“I thought about you every day. Did you think about me?” He nipped her earlobe.
“All the time,” she breathed.
Andrew drew in a deep breath, pulling her closer. “Don’t worry.”
“Worry about what?” she whispered.
“I don’t want a nurse.”
Paige leaned back, peered into his eyes. “Who do you want?”
He licked her bottom lip, enjoying her breathy gasp. His hands skimmed down her side and finally settled on her hips. Squeezing them, he lowered his face until the tip of his nose brushed against hers. “Do you have to ask?” he murmured.
“ No.”
Then he pressed his lips to hers. Over the last week, he’d tried to be okay with the distance, but he couldn’t deny that he’d missed her. Having her in his arms, feeling her lips on his made the late-night drive through torrential rains worth it. Hearing her tell him she’d missed him was the icing on the cake.
Andrew had told himself that he was coming to talk to her, to ask her if she was really ready to do this. But he’d also come for this.
Finally pulling back, he rested his forehead on hers. Only for a second, though. He captured her lips with his again, kissing her with everything he had, pouring everything into it. The rain falling on them didn’t matter, the storm passing overhead didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was this. Licking, nipping, biting . . .Damn, I want her.
A crack of lightning jolted her, and she stepped back. “Oh my,” she whispered. “That was close. I think it hit one of the trees.”
Andrew stalked toward her, tugging her flush against him. Pressing his lips against hers again, he ordered, “Go inside. I’ll grab everything.”
Nodding, she turned and went inside. Andrew gathered up her glass and a soaked blanket and joined her in the house.
“Power’s out.” Paige lit a candle, illuminating the room and giving him a full view of her nightgown—and the fact that she was naked underneath it. “I figured that might happen.”
In the dim light, he could make out her puckered nipples, her flat stomach, and her . . .Damn.
Approaching her, he stopped right behind her. He swept her hair to the side and brushed his mouth over the back of her neck. “You’re wet.”
“Tell me about it,” she whispered. “Everywhere.”
He pulled her gown up slowly, pleased that she wasn’t stopping him. “Everywhere, huh?”
“Yes.” Her head fell back against his chest.
“You’re so beautiful, Paige. I can’t stop wanting you.”
She groaned when his finger brushed against her clit.
“Drew.” Her voice was a whispered plea. And he wanted to grant her every wish.
“So wet,” he murmured, stroking her slowly.
