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“However tempting…” Andrew whispered, dropping light kisses along Ana’s jawline. “We need to move this upstairs. All my condoms are there.”

Ana caught her bottom lip between her teeth.

“I’m on the pill,” she said, leaning forward and dropping a teasing kiss against his lips before moving her mouth across his cheeks, grasping his earlobe in her teeth. Andrew let out a pain-filled groan as his hips thrusting forward. Ana relished in the power she had over the man who had upturned her life.

Ana rubbed her bare core against Andrew’s naked length, coating him in her need. He groaned again as Ana kissed her way down his neck before sucking on the sensitive spot where his shoulder and neck met. Lifting herself up, Ana gently grasped Andrew’s length in her hand and caught the swollen tip at her opening, stretching her with his presence. Ana pushed down, impaling herself, making them both groan. Ana pulled back, teasing them both before slowly lowering herself onto him fully, relishing the feel her body being stretched to accommodate his. His warm, smooth skin glided easily into her. They were both a hot, panting mess by the time she had finished. Ana’s stomach clenched as desire overtook her. Andrew’s hands wrapped around her thighs. He stared into her eyes as they began to move. Ana’s head dropped back as the pressure inside her built once again. She spread her thighs further apart, sinking deeper. Andrew picked up the tempo, his thumb stroking the bud of nerves, sending her flying over the edge once again. Ana dropped her head forward onto Andrew’s shoulder as he joined her, his body shuddering. She could feel him pulsing deep within her core, filling her with his warmth. It felt more intimate, knowing he was leaving a part of himself behind.

They both sat, wrapped in each other’s arms, their bodies cooling. Ana sat back, their bodies still joined.

Andrew raised a hand and trailed it over her face as if trying to memorise this moment. “I love you,” he said, making Ana’s heart stutter. “I love you... not as a mother for Olivia, not as a lookalike to Eva... I love you, Santana Lewis. For all the selfish reasons, a man can love a woman. I love the way I feel when I’m with you. The way you make me smile after a long day. I love the way you predict what’s happening in TV shows.” Andrew tweaked her nose. “I also love how you set my world alight with just one touch. I love the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking. I love the way you love my family unconditionally. Will you let me love you, Ana?”

Ana felt her eyes fill. “Yes, Andrew Dennison, I think I can let you love me, but only if you will let me love you in return.”

The love that radiated from Andrew’s eyes told Ana all she needed to know.

Chapter Fifty-eight

Andrew

Andrew woke the next morning, and Ana snuggled into his side. A smile slid across his face. They’d spent much of the evening talking when they weren’t making love. It was what he’d wanted to happen on Boxing Day morning, but everything had gone south. This time, however, there were no distractions. With Olivia at Star and Damian’s, it was their time. It was Saturday morning, so they could be as lazy as they wanted.

Ana stirred next to him, burrowing further into his warmth.

“Good morning,” she said sleepily, a faint blush warming her cheeks.

“Good morning, beautiful,” Andrew said, pressing a kiss on her head.

Ana rolled over onto her stomach, her hand over his heart, supporting her head. Her eyes gazed up at him, reflecting the love he felt.

“I’ll start again.” She dropped a kiss on his chest above his heart, where Olivia’s name was tattooed, and said, “Good morning, handsome.” Andrew grinned before hoisting her up and kissing her properly. Flipping her over onto her back, he loomed over her.

“No regrets?” he asked, staring down into her face.

She raised a hand and cupped his cheek. “Never. I could never regret this.”

Andrew lowered his head once more and dropped another kiss on her lips. She opened for him instantly, drawing him down towards her.

It was sometime later when they finally made it out of the bedroom. They made breakfast together, laughing like two teenagers. He felt younger and freer than he had in years. Ana really brought out the best in him.

Ana sat at the island, coffee in hand. “What do you want to tell Olivia?”

Andrew looked at her surprised, “The truth,” he said, stepping between her legs and wrapping his arms around her. “Olivia will love the fact you are officially my girlfriend.”

Ana turned her head to look at him. “Am I?”

“Are you what?”

“Your girlfriend.”

“No.” Ana’s face was a picture. “You’re a hell of a lot more than my girlfriend. In all my thirty-six years, I’ve never felt the connection I have with you.”

Andrew watched as Ana’s eyes glistened. Dropping a kiss on her eyelids, he rested his head on her shoulder.

“Olivia loves you. She will be ecstatic you’re my girlfriend.”

“But it might disappoint her that you’re not getting back together with Eva.”

“I don’t think so. Olivia asked me the other day if, now that Eva was back, it meant you would leave. I asked her if she wanted you to go.”

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