More than Once

19

“Maybe we shouldn’t disappoint them…” She pressed her hips against mine, and a quickie in the bathroom was sounding better and better. All I had to do was lift up this dress, push her panties to the side, and I would slide so easily into her. She was the only woman I’d wanted in so long, and I knew how good it would be when we got together again.

No, I was going to take my time with her. I’d been dreaming about being inside her again for months, and I didn’t want to rush it.

“Midnight,” I said, pressing one last kiss on her lips before pulling away. “Come to my room and we’ll see if you’ve been naughty or nice.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

BECCA

Waiting until midnight was torture.

I crept down the stairs to the guest room where they’d put Andrew, moving slowly so I wouldn’t make a sound or trip over anything in the dark. I’d stubbed my toes on Hannah’s abandoned toys on the way to the bathroom more times than I could count.

My parents had left soon after dinner, promising to be over bright and early to open presents. Matt and Trish had tucked Hannah in after she’d laid out milk and cookies for Santa, and the light in their bedroom had gone out not long after that. Now the house was silent.

Andrew’s room was at the end of the hall, and a sliver of light escaped from under the door. Good, he was still awake. I knocked softly, then opened the door—to one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen.

Andrew, lying on the bed, propped up on the pillows with a book in his hand. Wearing nothing but his dark jeans and a pair of black-rimmed glasses.

He looked up from his book and gave me a lazy smile. “About time.”

One of his arms was draped behind his head while he read, showing off his muscled biceps and a six-pack he’d definitely not had before. There was something about the combination of his naked, toned chest and those geeky glasses that made my desire for him kick into overdrive. It was like he’d combined the best of both Andy and Andrew, and now he radiated pure s*x appeal.

Preppy guys had never been my type at all, but since our night together, I’d been drawn to guys like Andrew. And I’d never found guys in glasses hot before, but he was definitely making me a convert. I couldn’t get enough of this geeky-hot look he had going for him. Especially when I knew just how naughty he could be. It made me want to do whatever I could to unleash that part of him again.

“You said midnight.” I shut the door behind me with a soft click. “What are you reading?”

“The Count of Monte Cristo.” He set the book on the nightstand. “I grabbed it off the bookshelf. I hope that’s all right.”

“I’m sure Trish won’t mind.”

“It’s a favorite of mine. Have you read it?”

“No. My sister’s the bookworm. For me, it’s always been music.”

“She has an impressive library here.”

I ran a hand along the packed bookshelves as I slowly moved toward him. I’d planned to come in here, rip off my clothes, and beg Andrew to bang my brains out. But something held me back. If we went down this path again, it would likely end the exact same way as before, with silence on his end and me spending months trying to forget our night together. I wasn’t sure I could go through that a second time. It seemed my fate was always to be the girl that guys had a good time with but never wanted anything more from. And I was getting tired of it.

“Trish was always the smart one,” I said. “The good girl. And me… I was always the bad one.”

He grabbed me around the waist, dragging me sideways onto his lap. “I like you bad.”

“I like you in these glasses,” I said, touching the frames lightly, running a finger back to his ear and into his soft blond hair.

“Do you?” His hands splayed wide on my hips, holding me against his hard chest and in his strong arms.

“Mmhmm.” I let my fingers continue down his cheek, his jaw, his neck. “You didn’t wear them last time.”

“I didn’t think you’d be into a guy with glasses.”

“You were wrong. You look cute in them.”

“Cute?” He scrunched up his face, and I laughed.

“Cute in a ‘I want you to f**k me senseless’ kind of way.”

His eyes flashed with hunger, and his fingers tightened on my dress. “That can be arranged.”

I continued my exploration down his chest and his abs, along the hard ridges and smooth planes. “I don’t remember this either.”

“I spend a lot of time at the gym these days. Not much else to do when you’re in a new city with no real friends or family.”

“I’m definitely not complaining. Although I thought you were already hot as hell before. This is just an added bonus.” I swirled my fingers around his hard n*****s, making him suck in a breath.

“God, Becca. You have no idea how much I’ve thought about our night together. The second I saw you in that store, I knew I’d do anything to be inside of you again.”

“Is that so?” I asked, arching an eyebrow.

He laughed, his voice low. “I had dinner with your family, didn’t I? I even let them call me Brett.”

“You did.” I pressed a kiss to the curve of his jaw, which was dusted with a touch of blond stubble. “I definitely owe you for tonight.”

His shoulders stiffened. “I don’t want you to do this because you feel like you owe me.”