Page 59 of Love Me Sweet

Andrew inhaled sharply and need for her surged, fast and strong. Last night, they’d spent hours in bed until they’d fallen asleep sated and exhausted.

But now, he wanted her again.

He leaned in, his face so close if she turned her head ever so slightly their lips would meet. “You smell so good.”

Her body quivered and she arched her neck back, giving him full access to the creamy skin of her neck. Her skin tasted as sweet as candy and he wanted to devour her.

“You missed some vital parts of your education living in foster homes,” Andrew said before taking the lobe of her ear into his mouth and sucking gently.

She gasped. “I-I hardly think kissing someone on a sofa would be considered vital, much less educational.”

Seeing no need to argue, Andrew stroked her back, smiling when he felt her begin to tremble, not with fear he knew, but with need. Need forhim. “I’m glad some randy teenage boy never kissed you on the sofa.”

“Why?”

He captured her hand and brought her fingers to his lips, kissing each of them, spacing out each word with kisses. “Because you’re mine.”

“I wasn’t yours back then,” she pointed out.

He reveled in the fact that she’d accepted she was his, and he was hers.

Andrew trailed a finger down her cheek, his eyes on hers. “You were always mine. Even before we met, even before we got to know each other and fell in love, you were mine.”

When she opened her mouth as if to protest, he closed it with a kiss that had her sighing. “And I am yours. Tell me that you’re mine. I want to hear the words.”

“You know how I feel about you,” she murmured, trying to distract him by trailing kisses up his neck.

“Tell me, Sylvie.” His voice held an intensity that even he didn’t fully understand. “Tell me you’re mine.”

Her arms were woven around his neck and before she rested her head against his chest, he saw her eyes close.

“I’m yours,” she whispered. “For now.”

He frowned, but before he could say anything more, she was kissing him with a heat that had fire coursing through his veins. Her hands were everywhere, tugging and pulling as she fought to rid him of his clothes.

It was a battle she was destined to win, but that didn’t mean they had to race to the finish line. They had all night.

Lifting her hands from his belt buckle, Andrew cupped her head and closed his mouth over hers. The kiss started out sweet and gentle. Sylvie leaned forward and he felt the remaining tension leave her body. When he continued to kiss her as if they had all the time in the world, she wrapped her arms around his neck, sliding her fingers into his hair.

They kissed until he felt drugged with sensation. The only thing he knew was her. The only thing he wanted was her.

The kisses turned hotter, grew more intense until the fire in his blood burned as hot as the one in the hearth. He didn’t just want his mouth on her, he had to touch.

The hand that had been traveling up and down her sides as they kissed, moved upward, cupping her breasts through the thin cotton shirt. Through the fabric Andrew felt the hard tips as she pressed against his palms.

The next time his hands moved up, they slipped beneath her shirt, pushing aside the scrap of lace fabric. When his thumbs began to tease the tips, Sylvie moaned.

“Tell me what you want.” His voice, low, husky and filled with need, sounded foreign to his own ears.

“We still have too many clothes on for what I want,” she murmured.

He laughed, delighted with her honesty. “On that point we totally agree.”

Giving her a hard, swift kiss, he began flinging off his clothes. “Race you.”

She appeared to embrace the challenge. In a matter of seconds, her clothes lie on the floor in a heap beside his. Though he wanted to fill her, to be as close to her as was physically possible, he didn’t rush.

Andrew nipped and kissed and took his time re-familiarizing himself with every inch of her body. When he finally did enter her, it was as if they were coming together for the first time.

Still, he didn’t rush, but continued to make love to her until the pleasure broke over her with such force she cried out. Only then did he take his own release, following her over the edge while calling her name.

Spent and content, they laid there on the sofa, her body curled into his, while his hand gently stroked her hair.

“It’s like before,” he murmured. “We can’t seem to keep our hands off each other.”

“Uncontrollable lust appears to be our cross to bear,” she delivered the words with a straight-face and made him laugh.

“I’ll never get enough of you.” The moment he said the words, he knew they were true. Now, he just had to figure out how to make the second chance they’d been given, work.

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