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“Join me?” I opened the door for him to slip inside. He crowded me against the back wall, the shower suddenly feeling way too small. I watched the rivulets of water caress his shoulders and chest.
“Like what you see?” I looked up at his laughing eyes and blushed.
“Yes, I very much do.”
His eyes heated but he didn’t touch me, instead reaching up to run his hands through his hair. “What are you thinking?” He asked casually.
“I’m thinking I want to get on my knees for you.” My gut tightened at just the thought of slipping him into my mouth.
“Fuck.” He groaned and a flash of triumph lit through me. This man was just as gone for me as I was for him, at least in bed. “I would die.”
I wanted to do something for him, to show him that he was cared for and wanted, so in response I pushed him back against the shower wall and kneeled between his legs. I ignored the roughness of the floor and focusing on that lovely vee of muscles just above his jutting cock. I traced them with my tongue and felt him shudder under me. When I took the tip of his cock into my mouth his hips bucked. I swirled my tongue over the firm ridges and silky skin and his hand speared into my hair. I took him as deep as I could and popped him back out.
“Margo. I can’t take much more of this” he hissed out. “I’ve wanted your mouth on me for far too long.”
I gave him a last lick and rose to my feet, feeling like a sex goddess.
He scrambled to turn off the water and bundled me into a towel.
“I want you now. I can’t wait.” His eyes were wild and I nearly laughed.
“If I had known sucking your cock would make you crazy, I would have done it sooner.” He groaned at my words and then tossed me onto the bed and positioned himself over me. “Shit, I need a condom.”
“No, Andrew please. I want to feel all of you. I’m on the pill and it’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone. I’m good.” He closed his eyes at my admission.
“Me neither. Are you sure?”
“Yes. I want you.”
He pushed into me an inch and then another inch. I arched my back and cupped my breasts, enjoying his tortured groan as I played with myself. “Fuck, Margo. You’re so tight. Please tell me you’re as turned on as I am.” He reached down to stroke a finger through my folds, circling my clit as he seated himself fully.
“I am.” I breathed.
“God, yes.” He retreated and thrust back into me and my back arched. I sighed my pleasure at his nearness, at his strength. I was floating on a sea of it. He kept sliding in and out, playing with my clit, circling his hips, groaning when I raised mine to meet his. I cracked my eyes to see him utterly focused on me, never relenting, his green eyes intent on my pleasure. I squeezed them shut as my heart filled with love for this man. I pulled him down to kiss me and then let him rock back, deepen his thrusts, and bring me over the edge with him as he shouted his pleasure.
33
Andrew
The people in her town waved at us, just like she’d said. I laughed the first time it happened and she had waved back, but it felt normal after the fifth time. I could see how you would come to expect it, even though I didn’t think I would ever be the type of person to wave at strangers. We were just leaving the town, the car smooth and powerful under me. When I’d received the low-slung sports car, I had thought driving it was better than sex. Now, I knew better.
Margo stared out the window, a small smile on her face. She seemed more at ease here among the dense pines and the soaring sky. More at ease, but also different, as if she were falling into an old role.
“Andrew.” She was glancing at me and I thought about her words from last night. I flexed my arm and heard her sharp intake of breath. I rolled my lips to keep from laughing.
“Hmm?”
“Tell me a secret.”
My stomach dipped. I faked nonchalance, pretending to think of a secret, when all I could think about washer. Our sex last night had been amazing, life-affirming, but somehow it had felt like she was saying goodbye.Only you. Always you.The road blurred in front of me and I blinked. Only me at least for another week…maybe two? I wasn’t sure how much time we had.
I struggled to keep things light. “When I was eight yers old, I came home with a pocket full of worms. My mom told me to keep them outside, but I hid them in Schwartz’s room. They were never seen again.”
She burst out laughing. “I can picture you as a little kid. Were you overly serious?”
Her happiness was infectious. “To hear Schwartz tell it, yes. Apparently I was an intimidating older brother.” I grinned. “It’s all my good looks and charm.”
“Oh yes.” She nodded solemnly. “The infamous silver-tongued Andrew Markman. You’ve never cursed out a client before.”
