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My body prickled with need.
“Who am I kidding? I’m thinking of you no matter what.”
“Andrew,” I breathed, unable to hold still under the sweet torture of his mouth.
“I can’t wait to make you come.” His voice skittered over my skin until I felt it deep inside.
My hips moved of their own accord so that my behind ground against his erection, which seemed to be growing harder by the second.
“I want to kiss every inch of you.” A kiss against my neck. “Explore every facet of your beauty.” On my cheek. “If I could crawl inside you, I’d do it.” On the corner of my mouth.
“You don’t want to go there,” I whispered, growing desperate for more.
“I do. I want all of you. Will you give that to me?” He turned me so we faced one another, his eyes heated.
“Yes.”
A satisfied smile lit his features. “I’m yours to do with as you please.” He held open his arms, and suddenly, I felt overwhelmed. “This is your show.”
I blinked at him as he waited for me to make my move. I didn’t know what to do. Even before the hell of Huxley, I’d never really been in control in the bedroom. Now that I had the power, I wasn’t sure what to do with it.
I brushed a kiss against his lips. “Thank you.” He always encouraged me without forcing the answers to my problems on me.
“Nuh-uh. I’m the one who needs to thank you,” he said. “I’ve had a jaded view of relationships for a long time. You’ve shown me how wrong I was.”
I did?
He nodded as if reading my mind.
Something in me snapped. I dove for the buttons of his shirt, frantically working to get them loose.
“I love your enthusiasm, but we’ve got plenty of time.”
Growling at Andrew, I shoved the shirt off his shoulders. I was momentarily stunned at the sight of his cut body. My eyes drifted to his forearms, and I smirked. “Those ladies were right about these.”
I skimmed my fingertips from his wrist up the inside of his arm. He shuddered, and my confidence grew.
“I only care what you think.” Sincerity radiated from him. “Feel free to share your opinion.”
It was unfamiliar, but so much more than what I was used to.
“Fishing for compliments?” I splayed my fingers across his chest, and he stilled.
“From you? Always.”
I let my hands drift to the waistband of his jeans, tracing the button a few times. “Where is your tie, Mr. Dixon? How can I be sure it’s you?”
An arm banded around my back and pulled me flush against him. “It’s me. But if we have to stop so I can show you my collection, so be it.”
“We’ll do show-and-tell later.”
I put enough distance between us to undo his button and lower the zipper. I stared at his jeans hanging open for a moment. This was getting real. Past the point of no return.
I tugged his jeans off his hips. They dropped to the floor with a quiet thud. Andrew stepped out of them and kicked the garment away.
I edged my finger underneath the elastic of his boxer briefs and ran it along his taut stomach muscles. I was stalling. I knew it. I needed this, but I wasn’t sure I could take it. I wanted to so desperately.
“Bright Side?” he muttered gently, waiting until I looked at him. “Nothing happens that you don’t want to.”
