Page 56 of Only You

Andrew looked away, which made Ana’s heckles rise further. No one had ever allowed her to be a child, yet this man was treating her like one.

“I’m not a child, so please don’t treat me like one... I want this as much as you.” Ana’s voice cracked at the last word, causing her to shove herself from the side and head for the door.

“I think I’ll give the movie a miss,” she said, leaving without looking back.

She didn’t want Andrew to see the angry tears leaking from her eyes. God, what had she done? An uncontrollable shudder swept through her body. Would Andrew ask her to leave? The sheer thought made her stumble.

“Stop!” Andrew said, catching her arm and pulling her into his embrace. He held her tight, his cheek resting on top of her head until the shudders passed. “I’m sorry.”

Turning her to face him, his hands captured her face and tilted it back so she had no choice but to look at him. He groaned when he saw her tears, wiping them away with the pad of his thumb before leaning down and kissing the wetness away. “I’m sorry, so sorry,” he repeated.

Ana melted against him. Her softness against his hard body. His lips found hers again, but he didn’t wait this time. This was about taking and demanding, and Ana met him head-on. They were equals in their desire. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, and she would not apologise for it.

As they kissed, Ana’s hands made their way under Andrew’s jumper. A groan rumbled through his chest as her hands brushed against the skin of his stomach, the muscles contracting sharply under her touch. Ana smiled into their kiss. Andrew broke away, his lips moving to her neck and down towards the sensitive place where her shoulder and neck met. A shudder of pleasure racked Ana’s body as Andrew sucked hard, her hips rocking forward. Andrew dropped a hand to her back, urging her forward, their lower bodies pressed together, leaving her in no doubt about how much he wanted her.

Ana pushed Andrew’s jumper up before he stepped back, pulling it over his head and throwing it to one side. Ana bit her lip as she stared at Andrew’s chest.

“Like what you see?” Andrew said, grinning at her.

Ana tilted her head, a slow smile forming on her lips as she trailed a fingernail down Andrew’s chest. His breath grew faster and more audible, sending an almost painful ache flooding her body, pooling at her core. Andrew grabbed and stilled her hand, pressing her open palm over his heart. She felt his heartbeat thundering under her hand. Ana stared up into Andrew’s eyes. She wasn’t alone in this. Taking his hand in hers, she placed it over her own heart, which was beating in sync with his. They stood for a moment as if the world around them had frozen. They simply felt each other’s hearts beating before the tingling sensation grew stronger and the need to touch and explore overtook them. They both moved, their mouths coming together, although this time, it was different. This kiss was coaxing, teasing, when Andrew’s tongue slid between her lips. Ana’s head swam. When his hands moved under her hoodie, the hairs on her arms and neck rose at the touch of his fingers against her bare skin. She needed more, wanted to feel his skin pressed against hers. Stepping back, she ripped her top off, adding it to his on the floor, before stepping back into the warm circle of his arms. Skin on skin, her temperature rose, and her body flooded with an unfamiliar warmth. Andrew’s hands roamed up and down her back, holding her flush against him while their mouths explored, their breathing laboured. Ana nearly screamed when Andrew’s hand finally found her breast, encircling her nipple and pulling it gently.

“So sensitive,” he mumbled, before unclasping her bra and replacing his fingers with his mouth, drawing her nipple deep into its warmth, his hot tongue teasing. Ana’s moans filled the hall as she thrust her chest forward. If Andrew had not been holding her, Ana knew her knees would have given out. She clutched his head to her chest while he nipped and suckled.

A persistent ringing filled the room. Andrew pulled back, his hands trembling.

“Don’t move,” he said, dropping a chaste kiss on her lips before turning towards the sitting room where he had left his phone.

Ana grabbed her jumper, bunched it up in her fists and held it to her chest before following him.

“Okay, I’ll be there as soon as I can. Get everything prepped.”

Andrew hung up and turned to face her, running a hand through his hair as he did so.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m needed in surgery. I’ve got to go.”

Ana felt herself nod. “Go. No apology needed,” she said, quickly pulling her jumper on, covering her nakedness.

Andrew moved to stand in front of her, his finger tipping her chin to make her look into his eyes. Eyes that were firm and intense. “This is not over, Ana. We will talk when I get home.”

Ana nodded, unsure what else to say.

Andrew gave her a slow smile before quickly kissing her lips and pulling away with a groan. “Terrible timing,” he said before moving past her and out the door.

Ana stood frozen on the spot. She let herself sink onto the sofa only after she heard the front door slam.

Ana’s fingertips touched her swollen lips, her other hand moving under her jumper to her naked breast. Her nipple ached with unfulfilled longing. Ana rolled it between her fingers, wanting—no—needing relief before throwing herself backwards on the sofa. Grabbing a cushion, she screamed into it. What had just happened? Ana sat up and shook her head. As she gathered her thoughts, she collected her abandoned bra from the bottom of the stairs. Glancing at the clock, Ana saw it was only six o’clock. Maybe it was time to take a relaxing bath and get her head back in the game. She was not looking forward to Andrew coming home. She had a horrible feeling his chivalrous nature was going to step in. If it did, she wasn’t sure how she could stay there. Now she’d had a taste and felt his hands on her, his tongue toying with her. Ana wanted it all.

She wanted so much more of the forbidden fruit that was her ex-brother-in-law and boss.

Chapter Thirty-seven

Andrew

Andrew watched as they wheeled his patient out of the operating room.

“Great job!” his colleague said, slapping him on the back. Andrew turned and gave him a half smile. It had been a complex procedure, but the new heart was healthy. He just needed Adrian’s body to accept the new organ. He was in no doubt it would. The young man in question had a lot to live for.

Receiving the call they had found a donor was always bittersweet. Someone had lost their life to enable someone else to live. The selflessness and generosity of the human spirit, in times of great loss, always blew his mind.

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