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She slows, barely giving us room to catch our breath, but I take advantage and find her neck, trailing kisses from the tender skin just below her ear down to her collarbone. A soft feminine hum comes from her throat, generating a riot between my willpower and my desire to have her. My meter of self-control escalates to a brand new level.
She leans against me, her body flush with mine as she places lasting kisses along my jaw until she finds my mouth once more. Her lips part, and our tongues meet again, slowly, delicately, this time, as my hands glide up her thighs and over her hips, finding the hem of her shirt. My eager fingers relish the soft, tender skin at her waist, but I force them to stay put, seeking no further.
Andie pulls her mouth away but kisses me softly once more before letting her head fall to my shoulder and nuzzle into my neck. Her hands slide around my back, holding me so tight, like she’s afraid I’ll disappear. She places a single kiss on the sensitive skin under my jaw, and I wrap my arms around her, holding her to me.
We sit like that for a long time, and everything in me begs to ask what she’s thinking and feeling, but with her body relaxed against mine, holding me tight, it tells me everything I need to know.
The stillness surrounds us for so long that I think she’s fallen asleep. I’d be happy to sit just like this for the rest of the night, but as soon as I think it, I hear a whisper.
“Good news, I still don’t like you.”
Chapter 49
ANDIE
What. In. The. Hell? What in the freaking hell did I do?
I pull a pan from the cabinet and set it on the stove, making a louder clang than expected. I have enough nervous energy this morning to power an entire city.
I grab an applesauce pouch from the counter, open it, and hand it to Ax, who’s patiently waiting in his highchair like he knows I’m a frazzled ball of nerves.
I turn back to the stove and stand there, trying to remember what I was doing with the pan, but all I can think is that I kissed Sean last night. I kissed him, aaannnnndddd it wasn’t just a kiss. It was a bunch of kisses with a little sprinkle of make-out, and it was fan-freaking-tastic.
I’m not sure what I was expecting. Maybe that it would feel rushed, or awkward, or clumsy. Maybe I expected it to be terrible, or that I wouldn’t feel anything, or it would change things between us and not in a good way. But shit! I wasn’t expecting to spend the entire night reliving every single moment of those kisses, his hands, his strong body, and needing it to happen again…like right now.
I’ve gone from standing at the start line, hesitant and scared, to full-on sprinting to the finish line, and I need to chill the heck out.
“What are you doing?”
I spin, probably looking like the Tasmanian Devil. Sean is standing at the edge of the kitchen, staring at me. He’s wearing a T-shirt with the sleeves cut off and is open down the sides. His cut and defined arm muscles are on full display, his face is a touch red, and beads of sweat cover his brow.
He frowns and pulls up the hem of his shirt to wipe his face, giving me a full view of his abs that look like his own personal washboard.
Nope. Nope. Not going there. Crap. STOP!
I spin back around, not needing any more fuel for the fire burning through my entire body. Sean is beautiful but sweaty, messy Sean is damn sexy, and that version of him is not what I need right now.
Nope. Nope. Nope. Noooopppppe. Nope.I bet he still smells good. Shit!
“I’m making breakfast, I think.” I rest my hand on my forehead like it will help me get my thoughts under control, but the only thing it does is make me feel like a complete idiot.
Cool, just be cool. Everything is fine. I’m fine. Sean is FINE. It’s all fine. I’m just going to take one thing at a time.
I start moving around the kitchen like I know what I’m doing, but I’m completely lost. I have no idea what I’m doing, and Sean comes into my space, and that’s not going to help. I need him to get out of here so I can’t see him or smell him or have any reminder of what happened last night.
As I flit around like an absolute basket case, I feel his eyes tracking me. He’s doing that thing like he’s Superman and has the power to turn me into a pane of glass and see everything I don’t want him to. Then he steps in my way, boxing me in with his arm and keeping me between him and the counter. He bends down so we’re eye to eye.
“Don’t freak out. Everything is fine.”
Damn him. Those baby blues are too sweet and kind. The light scruff over his strong jaw is too tempting and only adds to the appeal of his too-pretty face–the face I want to grab and kiss and make out with for maybe the next hour or two.Shit!
“Right,” I say softly, calmly. “Everything is fine. Just…freaking…fine,” I let out slowly, trying really hard not to breathe him in or pull him to me and kiss his face off.
“We don’t have to–”
“I want to do it again.” I blurt, watching his eyes grow wide. “Like right now, or I’m going to lose my ever-loving mind. I don’t know what I was expecting, but I feel like I’m losing my shit, and all I can think about is how amazing your lips felt on mine and your hands and your…”
His sly, cocky grin stops my insane rant.
