Page 55 of Only You

“There. How does it feel?”

Ana lifted her gaze. Andrew was far too close for comfort. If she leant forward slightly, their lips would touch. Her eyes locked with his, her mouth suddenly dry, her stomach fluttering as if a thousand butterflies had just taken flight. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out. This man was gorgeous.

She wanted another kiss.

Ana stepped back as if coming to her senses, her eyes never leaving his, her hand still held within his.

“I don’t think it will scar,” Andrew whispered quietly, his thumb rubbing circles around the base of hers.

Ana dragged her eyes away, staring down at her hand, trying to hold it steady.

“Sorry, I must have overfilled the kettle.”

Ana went to turn away, but Andrew caught her arm, spinning her to face him.

Ana’s gaze locked on his once more, a wave of heat sweeping up and over her face under his appraisal. A small frown marred Andrew’s features before he raised his hand and brushed errant locks of hair behind her ear. His simple touch ignited an ache deep in her core. Ana bit her lip to prevent the rising moan. Andrew’s gaze moved to her lips. His thumb brushed the abused flesh. Ana could not prevent the moan that escaped this time as she watched Andrew’s breath deepen.

“What are you doing to me?” Andrew whispered, almost to himself.

“I was going to ask you the same question,” Ana said, drawing his thumb into her mouth, teasing it with her tongue.

It was Andrew’s turn to moan this time, his eyes closing.

“Not quite what I meant,” Andrew said, chuckling.

Ana squealed as Andrew swept her up, depositing her on the kitchen island before moving to stand between her legs.

“I should fight this,” he mumbled, using both hands to sweep her hair back off her face and cradle her head. “But I’m tired of fighting it. I’m tired of always doing the right thing.”

Their faces were now level. Ana watched as a tirade of emotions passed over his face. Holding his gaze, she moved her hands until they rested on his shoulders, his muscles contracting under her hands, giving her the confidence to move forward.

“You’re not the only one,” she whispered against his lips, barely breathing as she stared into his deep blue eyes.

That was all it took. Ana found herself caught in the circle of his arms, her head pulled tight to his as his lips crashed against hers. Ana gasped, opening her mouth. That was all the invitation Andrew needed to deepen the kiss. Their tongues danced around one another, tangling, seducing. Ana slid forward until her body was flush with Andrew’s chest and hips, her legs curling around his waist, drawing him closer, locking them together.

Ana’s hands wound their way up his neck and locked into the hair at the base of his head. He moaned again before tearing his mouth from hers, resting their foreheads together.

“What are we doing?” Andrew asked breathlessly.

Ana felt a warmth blossom in her chest.

“I don’t know,” Ana said, tipping her head forward and quickly kissing his lips. “But whatever it is, it feels right.”

Andrew closed his eyes, a frown marring his brow.

“I’m too old for you, Ana,” he whispered.

Ana pulled back and captured his chin in her hand, making him look at her. “Age is relative, isn’t that what they say? I want you, and I want this.”

Ana knew she had to do something quickly, or this would implode. Andrew was a man of honour, and if she allowed him to think too long about this, he would back away like he did outside the gym.

Ana felt Andrew withdraw. He untangled himself from her arms and legs and stepped sidewards, leaning his back against the unit next to her, staring out of the window.

“We can’t.” Ana must have made a noise in protest because Andrew turned towards her, his face filled with pain. “I can’t... you must see this is wrong. I’m taking advantage of you.”

Ana felt her temper rise.

“What am I, Andrew? Twelve? You’re not taking advantage of me.”

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