Page 104 of Saved By the CEO

Then he pulls his T-shirt over his head, and I forget whatever clever thing I was going to say next.

Because Andrew is shirtless, in gray sweatpants, in his bedroom, with his discarded T-shirt on the floor and his eyes on me like I am the only thing in the world worth paying attention to.

Holy fucking shit.

If someone had told me a year ago that this would happen, I would have laughed directly in their face. There was no universe in which Andrew Bennett took me to his bedroom and looked at me like that.

Except apparently there is.

His eyes stay on me as I sit up and start unbuttoning my shirt. My fingers are clumsy, and one of the buttons catches because apparently my blouse has chosen this exact moment to protect my modesty. I make a frustrated sound, and his mouth twitches.

“Don’t laugh,” I warn.

“I wouldn’t dare.”

He absolutely would.

I get the button free and push the shirt off my shoulders. It lands somewhere near his T-shirt, and my bra follows closely behind.

Andrew lowers himself over me, and the first press of his bare chest against mine pulls a shaky sound from my throat.

His eyes flick to my face, checking, and I pull him down to kiss me before he can ask a question I am too impatient to answer.

His mouth moves over mine, deeper this time. My back sinks into the mattress. My nipples drag against his chest with every movement, the friction sending bright little sparks through me. His hand slides down my side, over my hip, and stops at the waistband of my pants.

I lift my hips.

He pulls them down slowly, my underwear with them, and the cool air hits my skin.

Andrew breaks the kiss and pulls back. His eyes move over my body with a kind of focused hunger that makes me want to cover myself and spread wider at the same time.

He sucks in a breath and shakes his head slightly. “You have no idea.”

My skin prickles. “No idea what?”

His fingers trail down the curve of my waist, light enough to make me shiver. “How many times I’ve imagined this.”

“You’ve been imagining me?”

His eyes lift to mine.

“Constantly.”

Then his mouth is on mine again.

His hand slides between my thighs, and he touches me the way he knows I like, finding the place that makes my breath catch and the rhythm that makes my hips chase his hand. His mouth leaves mine and moves lower, kissing a path down my throat before closing over one nipple.

He works me like that until I’m shaking under him, right there on the edge, so close I can barely breathe.

Then I catch his wrist.

“What is it?” The question scrapes out of him, but his hand stays exactly where I stopped it.

“I want to feel you when I come,” I say.

I can see heat ignite in his eyes. He kisses me, hard and brief, then pulls back to shove his sweatpants down. I help because Iam generous and also extremely motivated, and then he is naked too.

I put a hand on his chest and push him back just enough to look at him properly.