Halfway through the film, her breathing slowed, and the spoon loosened in her fingers. I took it before it could fall and set it on the table, adjusting the Snuggie around her legs.
She didn’t wake.
I hadn’t known what I was missing. Not really.
Was this what it was meant to feel like? Easy, equal, hers as much as mine? If it was, it was a far cry from anything I’d had before.
And this was nothing like my parents’ relationship, either—Wilhelm pulling all the strings, manipulating outcomes to get whatever it was he wanted, my mother always on the back foot, watchful, uncertain of what was coming next.
I let my head rest back against the sofa and closed my eyes for a moment.
Whatever this was with Andrea, it was real, and raw, and sexy, and tender.
And I was starting to wonder if it might belove.
*
The daylight woke me before it woke her. Somehow, we’d made our way back into bed last night, and now she was snuggled into me, face against my neck. Every so often, she made a snuffling sound, but I knew she’d insist it was a “heavy breath” if I mentioned it. Andrea was adamant she didn’t snore, but the woman was so perfect she probably didn’t fart, either.
I kissed the top of her head, and she moved her chin. There it was—a tiny snort against my chest that made my lips curl at the corners. Her hand was draped over my hip, knees bent.
She moved again, then stiffened slightly.
“Is it morning?” she said.
“Yes.” I trailed a finger over her hip, and she made a slight moan.Yep, my dick was wide awakenow.
“I’ll get us some breakfast,” I said. I didn’t move. “Unless—”
“Maybe.” She tipped back her head and kissed my throat.
She didn’t want breakfast. Nor didI.
I moved my hand from her side and down over her breast, where it lay heavy against my stomach.
The fingers of her right hand brushed over my dick—fuck, I was even harder than before now. Her breathing quickened, and she looked up at me, makeup smudged from last night.
God, she’sbeautiful.
Seeing her in the morning was so intimate. She lookedhappy. Peaceful.
I groaned and rolled above her, kissing her hungrily, our mouths open. She exhaled as I trailed my lips down and onto the slope of her breast, stopping just before her nipple and circling it with my tongue.
“Liam … mmm.”
Her fingers tightened around me, like she wanted to pull me toward her.
“Andrea.” Her eyes landed on mine, then closed again.
Her nipple swelled beneath my tongue. I pulled back slightly, looking at her—the curve of her breasts, flushed pink. Perfect.
I closed my mouth over her breast again, sucking hard, and rolled her nipple between my tongue and teeth. She still had me in her hand. Fuck, I couldn’t help myself. My hips pumped against her, and my cock slid through her grasp, back and forth. She tipped back her head and cried out. I felt her fingers grasping my hair, pulling my mouth harder against her.
Then her grip loosened, and her hand shifted. When she touched me again, her palm was slick. Had she… touched herself? I slid in her hand, smooth and unexpected. Her thumb circled the tip, smearing the wetness, then her fist closed around me and dragged slowly downward.
I released her breast with a gasp, my head dropping back. When I opened my eyes, she was watching me, smiling.
I kissed her hard, pulling her tight against me as I rolled onto my side. My hand traced over her hip, across her belly, down. She touched my balls lightly, and I groaned into her mouth. Then my fingers slid lower and brushed through her curls as I spread her wide, tracing around her clit but not quite—
