She giggled. “I told you.”
Andrew had never wanted another woman as much as he wanted Paige. He burned with need for her. It was electric, dangerous. She shuddered against him.
He slid his free hand up her stomach, over her breasts and to her neck. Gripping her neck, he turned her mouth to his and kissed her. Slipping a finger in her heat, he closed his eyes as she rolled her hips taking him deeper. “Paige?”
“Yes?”
“I want you. And I need to know if you—”
“Yes.” She kissed him. “Please. Don’t make me wait.”
And Andrew didn’t, sliding another finger inside her. It didn’t take long for her to fall over, and she did so with his name on her lips. It was the sweetest sound he’d ever heard. She slumped against him and he scooped her in his arms.
Her eyes popped open. “You don’t have to take me upstairs.”
He laughed. “Really?”
Shaking her head, she said, “I know you probably want to make it romantic and slow and hot, but I just want to be with you. Right now.”
Taking the few steps to the sunroom, he lowered her to the couch. He trailed a line of kisses from her mouth to her cheek to her neck, then back to her mouth again.
Paige tugged his shirt off while he pushed his pants off. He slipped the strap of her gown down, dipped his head and took a nipple in his mouth. Groaning, he sucked greedily before turning his attention to the other one.
There were so many reasons to stop what was happening, but he wanted to give in to the feeling for once. He wanted to act first, think later. He wanted to get lost in her scent, her curves, her soft moans. As he nipped and sucked at her lips, he realized he could never get enough of her. With every stroke of her tongue against his, he dived deeper into her.
Reluctantly, he pulled back. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” She slipped her hand inside his underwear, gripped his erection in her tiny palms. “Yes.”
He leaned over and pulled a condom out of his wallet. Sheathing himself quickly, he pressed the tip of his erection against her entrance. Andrew gripped her hips and entered her.
“Shit,” he whispered.
Her eyes fluttered closed. “Right.”
Paige wrapped her legs around him, taking him deeper and he moved—slow and deep, enjoying the feel of her around him. He wanted to revel in her, take his time with her, but the pull of her wouldn’t let him be great. And the cute curse words coming from her mouth made it worse.
The urge to complete rushed over him, and he moved faster, harder, kissing her as he moved inside her. His heartbeat pounded in his ears as he got closer to his release. Paige shattered first, letting out a breathy gasp as she climaxed beneath him. Then he let go, coming so long and hard it felt like the pleasure had split him in two.
When he could breathe again, he looked down at Paige. A smile spread across her swollen lips, before she opened eyes as bright as the sun. Then she laughed.
“What?” Unable to resist her, he kissed her. “Why are you laughing?”
“You.” She brushed her thumb over his brow. “See, I told you we didn’t need the bed.”
Chuckling, he dropped his head to her shoulder. “You’re right. We didn’t.”
Paige smoothed her hand over his back. “But, I think we could try it out.” His head snapped up. “Just for research purposes.”
Andrew rolled off the couch. “Run.”
Paige jumped up and bolted up the stairs. And Andrew had no choice but to follow her.
Chapter Eleven
Paige awoke to the smell of coffee and a thoroughly sexed body. After hours of lovemaking, she’d finally fallen asleep wrapped around Andrew’s delicious body. Everything about last night had been perfect—the storm, the man, the couch, and the bed. She’d had no choice but to hold on for the ride, to get swept up in the whirlwind that was Andrew.
Moaning, she rolled over and cracked one eye open. She smiled. “You made coffee?”
