Page 59 of Only You

Andrew rubbed a hand over his face.

“More than I should,” he admitted, his shoulders sagging in defeat.

Ana’s blood thundered through her body as she moved to stand before him. A tremor wracked his body as she placed a hand on his bare chest. His hand came up, covering hers, pressing it into his heart. A heart beating as violently as her own.

“I want you, Andrew Dennison. I want to feel your body pressed against mine. I want you buri—”

Ana never finished her sentence. Andrew’s mouth descended on hers, the frantic nature of his kiss stealing the breath from her body. Her lips parted against his, returning his kiss with a matching sense of desperation.

Andrew’s hands travelled around her body, sliding down to her hips, pulling her flush against him and leaving her in no doubt of his desire. Ana moaned against his mouth before her hands swept up, burying themselves in his hair.

Ana let out a squeal as Andrew swept her up in his arms, depositing her in the centre of his bed.

Breaking their kiss, he knelt down next to her beside the bed. “This only goes as far as you want it to,” he said, cradling her face in his large palms.

Ana held his gaze. “No regrets,” she promised before turning her head and dropping a kiss onto his palm.

Andrew closed his eyes, drawing in a shuddering breath. “You don’t know what you do to me,” he whispered.

“Come to bed,” Ana said, scooting across the mattress to make room for him.

Andrew got up and walked to his bedroom door, and Ana wondered if her brazen approach was too much. But she knew this was not one-sided when he closed the door and faced her.

His scorching gaze never left her face as he stripped off his remaining clothes and tossed them aside.

Ana swept her tongue along her bottom lip, her gaze drinking him in. Her body quivered with a desire she had never felt before.

As Andrew approached the bed, every muscle in Ana’s body tensed in anticipation. He dropped down next to her, his mouth once again finding hers in a searing kiss. Andrew made fast work of removing the rest of her clothes while Ana’s hands explored the smooth skin of his shoulders and chest. When her fingertips grazed his nipple, Andrew grabbed both her hands in one of his, sweeping them up above her head and pinning them to the bed.

“What am I going to do with you?” he said before lowering his head and drawing one of her taut nipples into his mouth, teasing the tip with his tongue. Ana’s back arched upward, pushing her body towards his in a silent plea,

Andrew drew back and stared down at her, his blue eyes filled with such longing it stalled her heart. Ana gasped in pleasure as Andrew’s head once again descended, drawing her other nipple deep into his mouth. She clasped his head as he sucked and nipped at the sensitive peak, sending yet more waves of pleasure crashing through her. Draping her leg over Andrew’s thigh, she moved against him, his body jerking in response. A low moan rumbled deep within his chest, spurring Ana on.

Andrew didn’t miss a beat. His hand moved down to cup her bottom, pulling her more firmly against him. Their bodies rocked together.

His mouth moved back to Ana’s, swallowing her gasps of pleasure. His naked chest pressed against her heated skin. His hard muscles were a stark contrast to her soft breasts. Ana’s hands wrapped around his back as he nipped and teased her lips, drawing him closer.

His hands roamed all over her body, causing electric shocks to ripple through her. Ana moaned in frustration and felt Andrew smile against her lips. The damn man was torturing her.

Andrew drew his mouth away, drawing a trail of kisses down her neck and over her collarbone. Ana mewed loudly as Andrew’s mouth moved lower to the exposed skin of her stomach. His tongue drew circles on her navel, leaving a heated trail of desire wherever he touched. Ana’s muscles contracted sharply under his lips. Her hands were now free, Ana clutched at Andrew’s head, not wanting the sensation of his mouth on her skin to end.

Pleasure ripped through her core as her muscles contracted violently, calling for more.

“Andrew,” she bit out.

Ana’s hands grasped at Andrew. She heard herself pleading, unsure what she was pleading for. Her body had never felt so alive. All she knew was she needed… wanted more.

Andrew’s hand slid down over her stomach’s soft, smooth skin. His hands smoothed over her backside. Ana’s body froze at the sensation of his fingers kneading the bare skin of her bottom before trailing further down her thigh. Ana buried her face in his neck, her teeth sinking into his shoulder. Andrew shuddered as he pulled away to look at her.

“Let me take care of you,” he whispered as his fingers trailed lightly over her inner thigh, close but not close enough to her quivering centre. Ana whimpered against his neck as he drew close and pulled away. Her legs opened voluntarily, offering him access to the place she longed most for his touch.

Andrew’s fingertips grazed over her mound.

Ana’s head fell back as her body surrendered. His fingers found her soft, tender folds, parting them gently. He groaned at the evidence of her desire, his fingers moving effortlessly over her heated skin.

There was no hiding how much she wanted him.

Andrew pulled back and stared down into Ana’s eyes. He held her gaze as his finger moved down, circling, teasing, before moving up to her sensitive nub. His finger gently circled, his featherlight touch sending waves of pleasure crashing through Ana’s core. She could feel an unfamiliar pressure building low in her body. Ana’s back arched automatically, her bottom pushing down. Andrew slowed his movements as his fingers lightly teased and roused her silky flesh, driving her higher.

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