Page 35 of Buried Treasure
Andy slid his hand up her back under her day-old t-shirt, and she mentally thanked herself for not putting on a bra yesterday. She could tell he noticed as his fingers began to tease the skin along her spine before he gently pushed her down on the couch, his hand guiding her lower as his mouth began to roam her body. That spot under her ear. The side of her neck. That little part on her collarbone that made her moan in ecstasy.
"Andy," she whispered.
Her hands bunched themselves up into fists in the gray shirt he had slept in from the night before, pulling him closer to her. But no matter how close his body was to hers, it wasn't enough. She reached for the hem of his Henley and pulled, his hands briefly leaving her body to help her with the job. It gave her a great view of his abs as he pulled the shirt over his head, and she took in the amazing sight in front of her. Andy caught her staring and smiled at her, and dammit, she didn't care that he knew just how much she admired his body.
But apparently, he would only let her do that for so long before diving back into a spot in the crook of her neck that drove her wild. His hands began to roam her body again, this time along the waist of her yoga pants, and she ran her fingers up his arms, feeling his biceps tighten under her grip. He paused for just a moment, but it seemed like an eternity before she heard him speak again, his voice low and husky in her ear.
"If we go any further, I don't think I can stop myself, Sydney."
"Then don't stop."
She could feel his smile against her burning skin before he nipped her gently with his teeth.
"Can we at least move this to a more comfortable place then?"
Sydney nodded and waited for him to push himself up gently. He reached for her hand and pulled her up with him, their fingers still entwined as she led him to her bedroom.
Having an actual bed seemed to have a major effect on Andy, who apparently left the kind and sweet version of himself back in the living room. Instead he was replaced by a man who knew exactly what he wanted to take, and what he seemed to want right now was Sydney. He quickly pulled her shirt off and backed her up to the bed, letting her fall gently on the soft mattress.
"Move up," he told her.
Andy's hands helped her up on the bed, giving him enough room to crawl up her body. His arms finally rested on the bed on both sides of her body, giving him the ability to hold his weight up while still being close enough to kiss her exposed sensitive skin. Her heart sped up and she couldn't keep her desire for him down any longer. She needed him. Now.
Sydney's hands moved between them, reaching for the zipper of his jeans, causing him to groan again — damn, she loved the sound of that groan. Andy pulled away quickly, rising up to his knees to get rid of his pants as fast as he possibly could. He kicked them off onto the floor, his boxers going with him, his hardness finally freed from its tight confines. But before Sydney could admire the view, his hands were on her again, or rather on the waist of her yoga pants.
He paused and smiled up at her. "I want these," he said with a sexy smile on his face.
"Take them," she said quickly. "Oh fuck, just get them off!"
His smile widened and he did as he was told, peeling them off her legs and dropping them quickly on the floor. Then his hands found her body again, roaming up her thighs, her stomach, her breasts. Then he paused, moaning in frustration as he hovered above her.
"Dammit," he muttered. "Wallet on the living room table."
He began to lift himself off of her, which was a totally unacceptable thing to do in this moment as far as she was concerned. She grabbed his arm and pulled him back down.
"Don't leave this room," she commanded.
Sydney kept her grip on him with one hand while reaching for her nightstand drawer with the other. She thanked whatever sex god needed thanking for letting her have unexpired condoms left over from her stupid ex-boyfriend. She pulled one off from the row and handed it to him, his fingers quickly ripping open the packet and rolling it on.
"Always prepared like a Boy Scout?"
"I am nothing like a Boy Scout," she replied.
Andy gave her a vicious smile that she had never seen from him before. "Oh believe me, I can see that very clearly."
He gently lowered himself down on her again, his hardness teasing her between her legs and making her go wild.
"Andy," she groaned against his skin.
His hand tightly gripped her thigh as he sunk himself into her, making her gasp as her fingers tightening around his biceps. She wanted this, wanted it with him, and wanted it now.
"You OK?" he asked her in a husky voice.
"You need to move," she begged. "Just move."
He did as he was told, his body tensing under her touch as he began to set a steady pace for them, his breathing ragged as Sydney's hand scratched the warm skin pulled tight against his muscular back. She moaned in his ear, and he took it as a sign to speed up, hitting her exactly where she wanted him to be. Over and over and over. She could feel the tension coiling in her belly, growing tighter and tighter, telling herself to hold on a little more, just a little more, feel him move inside her for just a little longer.
And then she couldn't hold on, a loud moan escaping her lips as she shattered beneath him. It was only a moment more before she felt his body tensing under her touch as he finally let himself go. He practically collapsed on top of her from exhaustion, being held up only by the strong muscles in his arms. Sydney could feel the tension still in them as he tried to hold his weight up above her.
"It's alright," she said soothingly, running her hands along his back to give him a sign that she didn't mind his weight.
He gently lowered himself onto her, his nose finding the crook of her neck, and quietly exhaled. "God, Sydney. You're amazing."
She turned and kissed his forehead, pulling her arms around him more, too exhausted to tell him he had been just as good to her.
