“Yes?” I asked.
“Are you okay? You have this funny look on your face. Don’t tell me you’re getting sympathy pains from that pill I took.”
“Wait, why? Are you not feeling well?”
I hopped off the bed as Andrea shook her head.
“Stop being so jumpy. I’m fine. You’re fine. We’re good. You don’t have to keep dancing around me the way you are. We’re only fake married, remember?”
“Doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy the few perks that come with it.”
I had no idea where the hell the words came from, but I felt my cock lurch at them. Andrea’s eyes fluttered up to mine as I stood in front of her, my strides bringing me closer to her beautiful form. She stood her ground next to her suitcase as I approached her, getting lost in her beautiful, vibrant green eyes.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
I reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear before my thumb stroked her cheek.
“I mean… you are a remarkable woman, Andrea. And even though we’ve found ourselves in a very interesting situation, there isn’t anything I’d take back about some of the events leading up to it.”
I watched her skin flush as her eyes fell to her feet. I crooked my finger underneath her chin and rose her gaze back to mine. I guided her movements, and not once did I feel her fight against them. My cock hardened against my pants. I watched her nipples pucker against her dress. Fuck. What I wouldn't give to wrap my lips around them. To remember that action. To always have it in the confines of my memory.
“Do you know what I regret?” I asked.
“What?” Andrea asked breathlessly.
“I regret not remembering what it felt like to lose myself in your body.” I thumbed my finger over her lower lip, watching it bounce as she sighed. “You’re my wife. And I’m your husband.”
“Technically,” she said.
“Technically,” I said, grinning. “So, why not make a memory to take with us we can draw upon later?”
I took a step toward her, closing the distance between our bodies. And I was ecstatic when she didn’t move away from me. Her breaths came in short pants, her chest heaving against mine. My hand slid around her neck and cupped the base of her head, helping to ease the tension in her muscles as her eyes kept locked with mine. She barely came up to my chest. She was eye level with my heart beat. I reached down and wrapped my free arm around her lower back, then picked her up off her feet. A squeal of delight left her lips, and the sound made my cock pulse for her. I turned her around and walked her over to her bed, then lowered her gently to the mattress as our eyes stayed connected.
“We’ve got some time to kill before lunch gets here,” I said.
I slid my hand up the inside of her leg and felt her willingly part those thighs for me.
“Let’s see how many memories we can create before it gets here.”
SEVENTEEN
Andrea
I gazed into is eyes while his hand slid up my thigh. Those beautiful, enticing blue eyes. My body came alive for him. Heat pooled so greatly between my legs that the heat pressed juices from my slit. My heart raced so quickly I couldn’t count the individual beats. His touch was electrifying. It sent me over the edge as my body coursed with energy. I needed him. I didn’t know why, and I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to figure it out, but in that moment my body needed him against me.
So, I gripped his shirt and pulled him down to my lips.
They crashed together as his tongue slid between my lips. And the second they connected, his finger inserted itself into
my warmth. I groaned. My hips rolled. I felt him tease me with another finger before he filled me with his thick digits. My legs shook at the touch of him. The feel of him within me. I couldn't help myself any longer, I simply couldn’t. I fisted his hair and rolled my hips, bucking into his hand and no longer caring about what I looked like.
Then, his thumb found my clit.
“Oh shit,” I choked out.
“There she is. That’s the spot,” Everett said.
“Oh my gosh. Everett. Yes.”