More than Once

20

“Trust me, that’s not why I want to do this.” The second he’d touched me, I’d thrown all my worries out the door and slammed it shut. Even if nothing happened between us after tonight, I wanted him too badly to walk away now. I’d done the just-s*x thing plenty of times before. What was one more time?

I slid my arms around his neck and adjusted so I was straddling him, grinding against the hard bulge in his jeans. “I’ve thought about that night a lot, too. But now I’m wondering, who are you going to be tonight—Andy or Andrew?”

His hands cupped my ass, pulling me tighter against him. “Depends. Do you want the good guy? Or the bad boy?”

“Can’t I have both?”

“Not tonight.”

“Bad,” I whispered.

“That’s what I thought.”

He set his glasses on the table, and then he grabbed my dress and tugged it over my head. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath—I’d taken the rest off before coming to his room. He took me in with lust-filled eyes glinting gold in the light, and I felt his gaze move across my breasts and skim down, down, down.

“I love your body,” he said. “Every inch of you is beautiful.”

“Then kiss me.” It had only been a few hours since our last kiss, but I was desperate to taste his lips again.

“Where?” he asked, arching an eyebrow. “On the mouth…or lower?”

A rush of heat flashed between my thighs. “Both.”

With a groan, his mouth captured mine, kissing me hard and deep. He forced my lips apart, sweeping his tongue inside while he cupped my breasts with firm hands. I clung to his broad shoulders and lost myself in the taste of him. He found my sensitive n*****s and rubbed his thumbs over them, rolling them between his fingers, tugging at them. I cried out at the slight pain, begging for more.

Andrew knew what I wanted. He remembered what I needed. And he was all too happy to give it to me.

When I thought I might come just from the way he was squeezing my n*****s and sucking on my neck, he suddenly gave me a little shove, pushing me back on the bed, into the blankets. I was so surprised all I could do was lie there and look up at him.

“I’m dying to be inside you again,” he said, his voice husky. “And I could play with your perfect breasts for hours. But it’s been way too long since I tasted you here…”

His hands slid down my body, then he forced my legs wide apart. For a second he towered over me, pinning me with his intense gaze, taking in every inch of my nakedness. He looked as wild as I felt, and I held my breath, waiting for him to make his move.

When his head disappeared between my thighs and he pressed his warm mouth to me, I thought I might cry in relief. I’d been so desperate for him to ease the ache down there, so frantic for him to do something, anything, to relieve the pressure that had built up over the last five months without him that even the slightest touch from his tongue was like pure heaven.

He worshiped me thoroughly with his mouth, and I moaned as he burned me up with each lick. The warmth wrapped around me, sliding along my thighs, my stomach, my breasts. He slipped two fingers inside me, and I lost all sense of time and place. There was nothing but him and the incredible things he was doing to me.

He kept up a firm, steady pressure, and his fingers moved faster and faster in time with his tongue. Soon the heat reached a boiling point and the orgasm ignited inside me, making my entire body light up like a damn Christmas tree.

While my tremors subsided, he slid up my body slowly, kissing me along the way, pausing to lick the tattoo scrawled across my ribs. “God, you taste good.”

He undid the front of his jeans, taking his sweet time on the zipper. I watched him intently as they hit the floor, and desire rushed through me when I finally saw him naked again. I’d pictured this moment for months, and it was even better than I’d remembered it.

He sat up on the bed, his back against the pillows, and patted his thigh. “Get on top of me.”

I’d barely recovered from that smoldering orgasm, but I managed to sit up and straddle him, my knees on either side of his hips. He was big and hard as he settled between my legs, but he didn’t enter me quite yet. Instead he clasped the back of my head and pulled me in for a kiss that I felt all the way down to my toes.

As we kissed, I slowly rubbed my hips against him, loving the way he felt against my slick, sensitive skin. The friction built up between us, and I grinded faster and faster, getting us both worked up and panting. I thought I could come again like this, just from the feel of him sliding against me, but he grabbed my hips and held me in place.

“Stop that, naughty girl.”

I gave him my best innocent look. “Stop what?”

“You know what you’re doing.”

I licked my lips. “Maybe I should be punished.”

His eyes flared. He liked the sound of that. “Yes, you should be. You’ve been very naughty.”

“I have?”

“Sneaking around on Christmas Eve with the family asleep upstairs? Not sure Santa will bring you any presents.”

“I don’t know about that. He brought me you, after all.”

“No, tonight you’re a gift for me.” He nipped at my neck with his teeth. “I’m going to tie you up like a present…and then I’m going to unwrap you. Would you like that? Being tied up?”

“Yes,” I whispered, lust pulsing through me. I wanted to succumb to this man in every way, shape, or form. I was going to give him everything he wanted…and I knew he would give me everything I needed in return.