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“I’m cold,” I said, my voice raw.
He took another breath, his body stiff for a moment, and then he relaxed just a little as my ass settled onto his thighs. He seemed to be breathing me in. I knew I was doing the same to him; he smelled like he always did, vital and clean and tangy, the smell of a man. The smell of a man I wanted.
He lifted his chin and looked at me. His hands left the mattress and his palms came to my waist, smoothing down over my hips, then up again. He didn’t grab my ass or my tits; instead he ran his hands up the sides of my ribcage, then to my back as I shivered in his lap, my nipples hard against him. I arched a little in pleasure as he stroked my back, up my shoulder blades, both of us melting into each other piece by piece.
Then he moved his hand up to the back of my neck, his fingers in my hair. He pulled me down to him and kissed me.
Thunder crashed again, and I parted my lips. He angled my head and kissed me deeply, his taste in my mouth, and as I throbbed at his touch I realized something: Andrew was experienced. I didn’t know what he’d been doing since the accident, but the man who was kissing me had definitely done it before. And he was very, very good at it.
His hands were good, too. Big and warm and confident, touching me in a way that was reverent and hot at the same time. I’d had too many bad dates in my life, too many unsatisfying makeout sessions with guys who tasted like tequila shots and thought that pinching my nipples through my shirt was a sexy move. I’d had too much sex that was a few minutes of nothing with only one of us getting off. Andrew’s hands were like magic, moving over my skin like every inch of it was important. He slid one palm down and cupped my breast, and even though I’d spent most of my day standing nearly naked in front of strangers, for the first time I felt like the sexiest woman alive.
I slid my tongue into his mouth, and he made a sound that was almost like pain. The muscles in his shoulders were tense as steel, his breathing shallow. I broke the kiss but I kept my mouth close to his as I stroked my thumbs over his perfect cheekbones and his soft beard.
“Andrew,” I said, “tell me the truth. Have you done this since the accident?”
He flinched a little under my fingertips, the slightest wince. His shoulders didn’t soften. “Do not,” he said, his voice hoarse, “do not use that as an excuse. Not now. Not ever.”
An excuse for what? To pity him? To treat him differently? To leave?
No, he wouldn’t want excuses. God, the raw courage of him. I’d never seen anyone so fucking brave.
I put my hand over his where it cupped my breast. I found his other hand and put it on my other breast, my fingers over his. I leaned in and kissed him, brushing my mouth over his soft lips. “No excuses,” I said.
“Good,” he said. His shoulders eased just a little, and he leaned in and whispered in my ear, as if telling me a secret. “I can smell you.”
The breath exhaled out of me. He probably could smell me—I was only wearing a scrap of fabric, and I was wet. And the words made me wetter. My hands tightened over his. “Touch me,” I begged him.
“Lie down,” he said.
Reluctantly, I slid off his lap and onto the bed. I scooted over as he took a second to arrange himself, pulling his legs up onto the mattress. He did it quickly, almost gracefully, at ease with himself, and for a second the thought went through my head that I didn’t knowexactlyhow this would happen. The position wouldn’t be the same as it was with other men. There might even be some improvisation. Because Andrew wasn’t like other men.
He was better.
I lay on my back, and then he was next to me, balanced on his hip, leaning over me. He braced himself on one gorgeous, muscled arm. He looked down at me, searching my face with his dark eyes.
“I’m not going to say it,” he said. “I’m not going to ask it.”
“Then don’t,” I said. I ran a hand down his chest, fascinated by the feel of it, the heat of his skin, the light whorls of hair. “We’ve done enough talking for a while, don’t you think?”
For the first time, the ghost of a smile touched the corner of his mouth. Then he leaned down to me.
“You’re right,” he said. “No more talking.”
TWENTY
Andrew
I was shaking.
Fucking shaking. I kept an iron grip on myself, trying not to let on. But I could feel the tremor in my muscles, the shaking urge in my hands. This was why I didn’t do this—because it was too much. Too hard.
I’d had plenty of sex before the accident, with plenty of girlfriends. Not one of them had contacted me afterward. Not one.
I shouldn’t be doing this. It was probably going to kill me.
And still I leaned in and kissed Tessa, feeling her sigh, tasting the sweet flavor of her mouth. Feeling how warm she was.Touch me, she’d said. The last thing I should be doing. The only thing I wanted to do.
I braced myself over her, lying on one hip and leaning in. I couldn’t do what I wanted, which was climb between her legs and fuck her, but it was only a momentary frustration. I wasn’t ready to be inside her yet anyway—that was too raw. Instead I ran my hands over her again, kissing her neck, testing the waters. Feeling what she liked, what made her sigh, what made her back arch. Feeling the contours of her amazing body. I hadn’t let myself miss this—the feeling of a woman under my hands. I hadn’t let myself think about it, because it was just one more thing that sent me into the dark.
