Page 88 of Only You

Andrew stepped forward and uncurled her arms, taking her hands in his. Walking them both into the sitting room, he sat them down on the sofa, Ana’s hands still clasped in his.

“What I am going to tell you is between us.” His face was serious. Ana nodded. “You can speak to John about what I’m about to tell you. He will confirm it.” Andrew stared into the distance, transporting himself back into his memory. “I nearly called off the wedding. John talked me out of it, telling me everyone got pre-wedding jitters.” Andrew shook his head. “I’ve told no one else, but I knew it was more than that. Eva and I have discussed our marriage in depth. It’s all we did on New Year’s Eve. There were cracks from the beginning. We were not compatible; we were friends who took our relationship too far. I was Eva’s escape, and she was my happily ever after dream. I wanted what my parents had. At nearly twenty-seven, I saw life passing me by. Who else but another surgeon would understand the long hours and life I had chosen?” The look in his eyes made Ana’s heart leap into her throat. “I didn’t fully understand what my parents had until you smashed into my life and turned it upside down.” Andrew cupped her cheek. “I have tried to do the right thing, Ana. I’ve tried to stay away from you. You’ve got your whole life ahead of you.”

“I’m not like other twenty-two-year-olds. New Year’s Eve was a nightmare. Clubbing is my worst nightmare. All I wanted was to be at home with you and Olivia.” Andrew grinned at her words.

“What?” Ana asked.

“You saidhome. I like the sound of that.” He swept his hand into her hair, holding the back of her head.

“What about your career? The press already finds you interesting. What are they going to think when they find out you are in a relationship with your ex-sister-in-law?”

Andrew shrugged. “I hate the television gig. It’s not who I am and not what I want. If there is a problem with our relationship, I quit.”

“But it could affect Olivia,” Ana said desperately.

“Olivia’s not a fragile flower. She loves you, Ana. She’d think it was Christmas all over again if you agreed to be my girlfriend. Her classmates think you’re cool after your costume design. Eva’s back in her life. She’s loved and protected. I’m not willing to give up the best thing that’s happened to me on awhat if?Not if the best thing wants the same thing I do?”

Ana had heard enough. Pushing Andrew back against the sofa, she straddled his lap, one hand planted over his frantically beating heart while the other snaked into the hair at the base of his neck. Andrew’s hands settled on her thighs underneath her skirt, sending electrical pulses ricocheting around her body.

“I’m not and never have been too young for you. I love you as a man, a father. I love the compassion you show those around you. You turn me on in ways that are physically painful. Staying away from you and doing the right thing has nearly destroyed me.”

It was Andrew’s turn to look confused. “Do the right thing?”

Ana looked down sheepishly. “I thought stepping aside would give you and Eva a chance to put the past behind you. Give Olivia the family she craves.”

Andrew gripped her chin, a shimmer of heat running through her body. “Oh Ana,” he said, “Have you not realised what you mean to both Olivia and me? That first night we had dinner together, I kissed Olivia goodnight, and she asked if you were my girlfriend. That was her dream. I think the more you are in her life, the more she wants that dream to become a reality… Like I do.”

Could she believe him? Before she had time to think, Andrew’s lips collided with hers. Ana gasped, allowing him access to her mouth. His tongue teased and coaxed. Ana heard herself groan. Andrew’s arms swept around her, pulling her flush against his growing desire. Unable to stop herself, Ana rocked against Andrew, her hands roaming freely, enjoying the feel of his hard muscles contracting under her touch. Winding them around his head, Ana pulled him closer, their lips and tongues battling. The distance of the last couple of months drove them on, their desire taking over all rational thought gone.

Ana pulled her mouth away. “I need...” she faltered as Andrew’s mouth trailed open-mouthed kisses along her jaw. Needles of desire pulsed through her body.

“What do you need?” Andrew asked, pulling away but leaving their foreheads touching. Ana smiled and ran a thumb over his swollen lips.

“I need you, all of you,” she said, suddenly feeling brave and wanted for the first time in her life.

Andrew smiled. “I think I can manage that,” he said before pulling her mouth back to his. This time his kiss was so full of love and passion. It brought tears to her eyes.

Ana’s jumper was the first thing to go. Andrew’s lips travelled down her neck, causing sparks of electricity to light up her body. Sliding her bra strap from her shoulder, Ana felt her body melt as Andrew drew her nipple into his mouth, nipping and sucking. Ana almost slid off his knee as the sensations flooded her system. Her core was on-fire, contracting with need at every touch. Her sister was right. They did light up a room sexually. Her body was an instrument for him to play, and boy, could he play it.

A tremor ripped through her as he moved to her other nipple. His talented fingers took the place of his absent mouth had just left. Ana’s breath hitched as the blood rushed through her veins. She held on to Andrew’s shoulders, her fingers digging into the hard muscle of his chest.

Ana made quick work of Andrew’s shirt, groaning in pleasure as she finally touched his bare skin. Heat raged under her hands. Ana rejoiced as a tremor ran through Andrew’s body as she grazed her fingernail over his nipple, causing it to pebble.

Ana shifted on Andrew’s lap, a need to ease the pressure building between her thighs. She threw her head back as his hard desire connected once again with her most sensitive place.

Andrew’s hand snaked its way back under her skirt, his hand finding her swollen centre. Ana gasped, her back arching as Andrew’s fingers teased the silky flesh between her thighs, causing Ana to spread her knees further apart, her body wanting what he was withholding. As if sensing her growing need, Andrew gently slid two fingers deep inside, curling them back against her internal wall. Ana flew up onto her knees, her mouth open as Andrew drove her to the edge of all reason. Dizziness swept through her as all blood rushed south, spots dancing in front of her eyes as Andrew once again caught her breast in his mouth, suckling hard. Ana let out a strangled yell as she fell apart on his lap.

Andrew continued to kiss and soothe her while her body readjusted to the pleasure it had just experienced. Ana’s glazed eyes found Andrew’s, the desire she saw looking back at her taking her breath away.

Sitting up, Ana pulled his shirt from his shoulders before moving to his trouser button. Her fingertips skated over the straining bulge, currently hidden. Andrew closed his eyes, a groan escaping deep from within his chest. Scooping Ana up, he stood, then lowered her to the floor before removing both his trousers and boxers, freeing himself to Ana’s gaze. Ana stared at the man in front of her, unable to believe he was hers. Andrew would never cease to amaze her. His body was a work of art. No wonder they wanted him as their poster boy.

Ana dropped to her knees, her tongue snaking out, capturing the bead of moisture that had tried to escape. Ana looked up, her eyes locked on Andrew’s as she took his full length into her mouth. Andrew groaned above her, his hands wrapping around her hair, guiding her. The sounds he made encouraged her to explore his entire length with her tongue and hand.

Andrew grasped Ana under her arms, pulling her away with a groan.

“No more,” he moaned as if in pain.

Ana groaned in protest but refrained from complaining as Andrew quickly removed her knickers and skirt before dropping them back onto the sofa.

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