When I look down, the sight of his arm moving between my thighs pulls a whimper from my lips. He hooks a finger through the edge of my panties and pulls them to the side. I cry out, first in surprise then in pleasure.
“I knew you’d be wet for me. I have to feel you.” One long finger sinks deep and we both moan at the decadent sensation.
There’s something primal about having one leg cocked over his hip while his hand plays between my legs. He shifts, the base of his palm rubbing directly against my clit. The heat builds with every press of his finger and grind of his palm. I shift my hips, unconsciously tilting up with the rhythm of his hand.
“You’re so tight, so perfect.” He mutters something in Italian, before capturing my lips in a drugging kiss. “Cara, you make me want.” His accent is thicker now, his control obviously gone.
That I’ve caused him to be in this state feels incredibly satisfying, especially when I reach down and unzip his pants, gently palming the evidence of his excitement. His length presses long and thick in my hand. His head falls back as I stroke him. He fumbles in the nightstand next to the bed pulling out a condom. He stands and pushes his slacks down before reaching over his head to yank off his shirt.
It’s almost embarrassing that he was still fully dressed while I’m completely naked.
I watch with greedy eyes as he rolls the protection on, my desire building with every breath. Some hazy part of me acknowledges that this is probably a bad idea but I just want one more night where we can be Andre and Casey without worrying about all the rest.
He kisses me again, his tongue invading my mouth as our bodies align. Then he lifts one of my legs, holding it around his waist as he angles his hips. I’m so wet that I take him all the way in one thrust.
Something dark and intense passes over his face. His beautiful eyes take it all in as I move under him, rocking my hips until we’re moving together in the perfect rhythm. One hand comes to his face as I whisper his name over and over. I thought I remembered how good it was but I’m unprepared for how emotional it makes me feel.
The orgasm takes me by surprise, heat spreading from my toes, up through my core and radiating out, tingling even the tips of my ears.
I squeeze my eyes shut at the soul-crushing wave of pleasure. Andre moans into my mouth as he comes. We rest like that, all our limbs entwined as our hearts slow.
“I’ve never felt like this about anyone before.” I bury my face against his shoulder at the admission, suddenly very self-conscious.
Andre anchors my face with a strong hand and kisses me again. “And if I have my way, you never will. You are mine.”
When I open my eyes, it takes me a second to remember where I am. Then I turn my head and see Andre and it all comes back. My mind is still hazy with dreams and I don’t have the mental energy to remember that I’m not supposed to get attached to him.
Maybe for just a few minutes this morning I can allow myself to imagine what it would be like to have this life. Waking up with a man who treats me like his queen. Children in the other room that are the perfect blend of both of us.
It seems like it would be a fairy tale. But here in the quiet moments before I’m fully awake, it’s okay to indulge in the dream.
Then Andre lets out a loud snore and I have to cover my giggles with the comforter. Maybe fairy tales aren’t so unrealistic after all. I bet even Prince Charming snores sometimes.
“What are you over there laughing about?”
He has a rough morning voice, nothing like the cultured tones I’m used to hearing. And how much do I love that I get to know this about him?
“Just over here listening to you sawing logs.”
His puzzled expression only makes it funnier.
“You know, sawing logs. Snoring.”
He props himself up with one arm. “What an odd expression. It seems whenever I think my English is pretty good, I get proven wrong.” He looks over to the digital clock on the nightstand. “I should get you home so you can change before work.”
I grumble a little not ready for the spell to be broken. “Can’t we just play hooky? Let’s pretend we’re back in high school. I can fake a pretty good cough and pretend to be sick.”
“That sounds way more fun than what I have planned this morning. But no way. I refuse to be a bad influence on you. Plus, if something interesting happens at work you’ll be upset you missed it.”
Reluctantly, I stand and pull my panties on. He’s right and irritatingly so. It would be just my luck that Mya had some cool project planned for a day I called in sick.
“Okay but I don’t understand why you’re suddenly afraid of corrupting me. I’m pretty sure you weren’t worried about that last night.”
He grins evilly. “No. And I won’t be worried about it tonight either.”
That’s almost enough to make me want to take the panties back off.
“Focus. Focus. Focus.” I get my clothes back on, while admiring his naked ass as he moves around the room. He disappears into his closet and then comes back out fully dressed.