From his position in the doorway, looking so good in his boxer briefs and nothing else, Andrew smirked. “I figured you’d need a cup.”
She tossed what she hoped was a flirty, sexy grin his way. “Thank you.” Sitting up, she leaned back against the headboard and took the offered mug. “What were you doing just standing there?”
He climbed on the bed and kissed her, before settling beside her. “Watching you.”
“I probably look crazy.” Sipping her coffee, she groaned. “So good. Your coffee skills have improved.”
Andrew brushed a finger over a pebbled nipple, before sucking it into his mouth.Oh my. Releasing it with a pop, he lifted his gaze to hers. “The wonders of K-Cups.”
“Right?” Paige smirked. “I like that look in your eyes, though,” she said.
“What’s that?”
“Like you want more.” She winked.
Andrew pried the mug out of her hands and set it on the bedside table. “I definitely do.” He pulled her mouth to his. “I want so much more.”
“Wait,” she said. Reaching over to the table, she grabbed the mug of hot coffee and took another sip, then another, before setting it back down. When she met his gaze again, she shrugged, smoothing a finger over his furrowed brow. “It’s coffee.”
Leaning in, he wrapped his hand around the back of her neck. “I’m trying hard not to be offended that you chose coffee over me.”
Paige laughed. “Don’t be offended. Me and coffee go way back.”
“Whatever,” he murmured against her lips, before kissing her fully.
Then she was lost in him, consumed by his scent, his hard body against hers. Never before had a man loved her so thoroughly, completely. Andrew seemed to know exactly what she needed at every turn. It was sweet, but intense. And the way he kissed her—like she was the key to his survival—made her tremble with need.
Her back arched off the bed as he kissed his way down her body, placing gentle bites on her sensitive skin along the way. When she felt his breath on her core, she gasped. And when she felt his tongue on her clit, she purred. Andrew feasted on her, slipped two fingers inside her while he sucked on her bundle of nerves. An orgasm crested within her and, in a few moments, she let out a hoarse cry as waves of pleasure rolled through her.
When her heartbeat slowed, she collapsed onto the bed, burrowing into the mattress. But he wasn’t done with her, because Andrew kissed his way back up her body.
“Paige?” She opened her eyes to find him staring down at her, a soft expression in his brown eyes. With his lips only a whisper away, he said, “More.”
Wrapping her legs around his waist, she invited him in, rolling her hips into his hard length. “More,” she repeated, biting down on his lip. She was so wet, so ready for him she fought the urge to beg him to come inside.
He sank deep inside of her, filling her so completely she wanted to weep at the sensation. She lifted her hips, pulling him in deeper.
“Damn, you feel good,” he murmured.
Her eyes fluttered closed. “Please, Drew.”
Andrew kissed both of her eyelids, then her nose and lips. Slowly, he moved in and out, out and in. Soon, slow and steady turned fast and frantic. He pounded into her hard as they moved together, meeting each other with equal force, equal desperation to complete. A crazed need for him seemed to take over and she clung to him, kissing him with everything she had.
Paige cried out first, gasping for air as she climaxed again. He followed soon after, groaning her name as he fell over the edge.
Rolling on his back, Andrew pulled her with him. She swept a hand over his stomach. “I’ll take that any day over coffee.” She felt the tremble of his laughter beneath her and smiled, propping herself up on her elbow. “With cream,” she added. “And sugar.”
Andrew barked out another laugh. “That’s serious.”
“Oh, it’s definitely serious.”
“I guess I should be proud of myself, huh?” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Beating coffee for the best thing about waking up.”
Resting her head back on his chest, she giggled. “Absolutely. Hands down. No contest.”
“Good to know.”
Silence descended over the room for a few moments. “Drew?”
