My hoarse groan brings me back to my senses and gasping for breath, I gently push her away, freeing my rapidly hardening dick.
“I don’t know what to say,” I moan, staring into her delighted gaze.
“That was amazing.” She swirls her tongue around her lips and smirks when my cock bobs in front of her face. “I think someone else enjoyed it.” She kisses the tip and holds her hand out so that I can pull her up from the ground.
She wraps herself in my arms and as our lips meld together the kiss is so heated that my toes curl and my cock becomes so stiff that I wouldn’t have thought I’d only just come hard.
“I liked having you stretched out like that,” she whispers against our parted lips. “It made me wet having you at my mercy while my red lips wrapped around you. Giving you pleasure.”
“Stop.” I breathe. “We’re in your family’s back garden and all I want to do is pull your dress up and fuck your wet pussy.”
She groans, rubbing against me. “I’m so tempted to let you.”
“I know.” I kiss her button nose and put her away from me.
I don’t miss the look on her face as she watches me tug up my shorts and jeans up, and shove everything away so that I’m presentable.
“You do realize that they’re going to know exactly what we’ve been doing in the garden.” She smirks. “Well, not exactly, because they’ll think we’ve had a quick fuck.”
I groan. “You need to stop saying words like that. It’s damn hot coming out of your mouth.”
“Hmm,” her fingers crawl up my chest, “I’d rather you be coming in my mouth.”
“Fuck!” I curse and crush my mouth over hers to shut her up. The whole damn package of Andie Foster turns me on.
A throat being cleared slowly penetrates through the fog that my heads been in since I first saw Andie on her knees. It’s only when it’s cleared again, more loudly than before, that I move my lips away from hers.
Over Andie’s shoulder is Dante, the former priest. I find it really difficult to imagine him wearing a collar—not with how heated his eyes get when his wife is around. His daughter Emma is three months old and the man is absolutely besotted with his family, which is the way it should be—the way that I want it to be with Andie.
“Diego’s looking for you, Andie,” Dante offers. “Rae’s about to open her gifts and wants you there.”
“Oh crap! I forgot.” Andie quickly kisses my cheek and heads off toward the house.
“The women go nuts when there’s a baby on the way,” he comments.
I let out a relieved laugh that nothing is going to be mentioned about him finding me with my tongue down Andie’s throat. “My sister has the habit of complaining that she’ll be married and have ten kids by the time I get married.”
“How old is your sister?”
“Thirty and single.” I pause. “At least she was. She’s kind of a serial dater and has told me on numerous occasions that she’ll stop when she meets the one.” I fall in beside Dante as he starts moving toward the house. “I think she’d run the opposite direction, so it would have to be a strong man to catch her.”
“Hmm.” Dante looks off into the distance. “A good woman can bring a strong man to his knees...I spent years running from my feelings for Emelia, and in the end we’re together anyway. So all those years wasted.”
“Do you truly believe that they’re wasted years though? Didn’t those years apart give you both a better understanding for the future? Help mature you both?”
Dante considers my words and when his face lights, I know that I’ve lost him to the woman who is currently moving toward him. Maybe not completely when he says, “Perhaps you’re correct, Professor. But I do know that I can’t live without Emelia...I have a feeling that you feel that way about Andie.”
“She’s a beautiful intelligent woman who has me tied in knots. Not even the threat of losing my job diminishes that.”
After he takes his wife into his arms and after he’s planted a kiss to her lips, he adds, “Don’t let her get away.”
“Not planning on it.”
“Not planning on what?” Aiden asks, joining the tail end of our conversation.
Dante laughs. “I’ll let you explain, I want five minutes alone with my wife.”
Aiden stands next to me, watching them walk away. “Andie keeps glancing at the patio doors. I’m presuming she’s waiting for you.”