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“What did he want?”
“Nothing. It’s not important.” She turned and opened the door to let out a frantic Rev. “It’s all right. Mommy’s fine.” Jill knelt down to scratch Rev and reassure him. When she stood back up, she ran into the brick wall of Andrew’s chest.
His arms came back up to her shoulders, pinning her firmly, but gently. His eyes pierced hers in a steady gaze.
“What did he want, Jill?” He said every word slowly, carefully.
“It was silly. It’s nothing.” She shrugged a shoulder. “He’s apparently tired of Missy and wants to get back together with me. Obviously I told him that wasn’t going to happen and he didn’t like that answer.”
Andrew was still for a minute and then bent to look into Jill’s eyes. His voice was soft and quiet when he finally spoke. “Do you want that, Jill? You were with him a long time. Are you sure you don’t need to see where that might go?”
She took a step back and studied Andrew’s face to be sure he was serious. He looked deadly serious and the realization made her a little sick.
“How could you even think that?” She shook her head at him. “How could that even cross your mind? There isn’t anything Jake could say or do to make me want to be back with him.” She studied his face again to see if he understood. “You. You’re my world, Andrew. What you and I have together is so different, so much more than anything Jake and I ever shared. I wouldn’t give up what you and I have – for Jake or anyone else.”
His smile was slow, sexy, the kind of smile that burned through Jill and heated her from the inside out. With that one smile, he changed the air between them. Suddenly there was a crackling heat that charged between their bodies. He called Rev inside and pulled Jill into the house behind him.
Her arms wound their way around his neck and her body pressed into his as if it had a mind of its own. Every fiber of her wanted to be closer to Andrew, wanted to feel him pressed against her.
His hands went around her bottom and he scooped her up, pulling her tight to him as his mouth devoured hers with a heated kiss.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and matched the heat in his kiss with passion of her own. She felt her nipples pebble against his chest and let the friction of their joined bodies thrill through her.
“Dining room,” Jill said, her lips still on his.
A small chuckle came from deep in his chest as he lay her on the dining room table and began to work the button on her jeans.
Jill tugged at Andrew’s shirt, trying to pull it free of his jeans, wanting to touch his muscled chest. He paused and pulled his shirt over his head with one arm and then made quick work of the rest of their clothes.
“God, what you do to me,” he murmured to her as he entered her slowly, plunging deep and then staying as still as he could as if trying to gain some semblance of control.
She laughed but it was thready and needy and her nails dug into his hips, urging him to move within her. Regaining control, he moved slowly, drawing a tortured moan from her.
“Mine.” Andrew’s voice was raspy, husky with desire and possession as he brought Jill closer and closer to orgasm.
“Only yours,” Jill whispered.
Slowly, deeply, he plunged harder, drawing gasp after gasp from her until she shattered beneath him, spinning blissfully out of control.
And, somehow, when she returned to earth, she found him smiling at her, still in control, ready for more.
“Put your arms around my neck and hold on, sweetheart,” Andrew whispered, his voice ragged.
She held on while he lifted her and carried her to the couch where he sat, still inside Jill as she straddled him. He gave her free rein now, letting her loose to set her own pace on top of him.
When their bodies were entwined together, the hard, slick heat of him filling her so completely, she lost all control.
She wanted him deeper, faster, harder and with Andrew, Jill took what she wanted. She bent her head and nipped at his neck, writhing, engulfed in sensation as she rocked her hips into him over and over. She exploded in pleasure once again, bringing him with her as she went.
Theresa’s hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly, her knuckles turned white. She was stunned as she sat outside Jill’s house and watched Andrew chase off the man Jill had been whoring around with.
My God, Andrew catches her in the act, with another man on her front steps, and still, he doesn’t see her for what she is! This has to stop.
She had assumed Andrew was being pushed into this by his family, but maybe she was wrong. Maybe he was really taken in by this manipulative bitch.
Theresa took deep breaths as she slowly, carefully pulled the car away from the curb. The calm, deliberate movements soothed her.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
