After I shut the door, I wrap my arms around her waist. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“I don’t know.” Then she nuzzles into my chest. After a moment, she pulls away. “If we’re going to do this, we have to have… rules.”
“What kind of rules?”
“Like. No kissing on the mouth.”
I laugh, nervously. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I can’t kiss you. It hurts too much.” Her voice is husky, filled with need. She wraps her arms around my waist and pulls our hips together. “I want you, but I can’t need you. If you kiss me, I don’t know if I’ll survive when you leave me again.”
My heart breaks at her admission. I will spend forever making up for what I’ve done to her. I hate myself for ever leaving.
Her lips press against the center of my throat. I close my eyes and inhale her scent. Peppermint with a bit of musk. It melts my brain.
“Please? Say you’re okay with this.”
“What are the other rules?” The weight of her conditions press on my chest. I know she is fragile right now, and I can’t fuck this up.
“No feelings. Just sex. And condoms. I’m not on birth control. We should have used them last time.”
I freeze, and she senses my reaction. “It’s hard for me to get pregnant. Even so, it could happen.”
“I’m sorry. I just assumed you were on it.” She was last time, but that was years ago.
“No-No dates.” She continues, her tongue sliding to my collarbone. She nips me there, then kisses the same spot. “Nothing personal.”
“I get it, sunshine. You only want me for my enormous cock.” I don’t agree with it, but I’ll take anything I can get from her right now.
“I’m serious, Dominic.” Her hands fist the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head. I let her undress me, her fingers fumbling with the belt on my jeans.
“I am too. I have a rule, too.”
She nods, unbuttoning my jeans, pushing them over my ass and down to the floor. Her warm hands caress my chest. I open my mouth to speak, and her nails dig into my skin. I’ve missed this so fucking much.
“You’ll tell me if I’m pushing you too hard. Instead of shutting me out, you tell me when I’m doing something wrong. No more kicking me out when it’s uncomfortable for you. For this to work, I need to know what’s going on.”
Andi nods. “Okay. I will.”
“Now, tell me what Matt did to piss you off.” Letting go of her wrists, I take a few steps forward. It makes her walk backward until her knees hit the bed.
“I don’t want to talk about him. I just want you to make me forget.” Her voice is soft and low. So low it’s hard to make out what she says.
“Take off your clothes,” I say.
It’s been too long since I’ve seen her like this, but being with Andi is still so familiar. She’s still the same girl from when I was undercover, just more seasoned. There’s no hesitation as she shimmies out of her jeans, but she stops short at her shirt, her hands crossing her torso.
“My stomach.”
I remember she kept her shirt on last time. “You’re beautiful,” I promise.
She sighs, pulling the shirt over her head. My eyes follow the faded line that starts just above her belly button and travels down to her pelvis. “What is it from?” I ask, dropping to my knees. I press a kiss at the start of the scar, and trail kisses down it.
“C-section.” Her fingers through my hair.
“Don’t be ashamed of it. Ever.” I stay on my knees, my hands running along her legs, stopping to squeeze her ass. She moans as I massage her perfect cheeks and bury my nose against her pussy.
I dart my tongue out, licking, tasting her. Opening her legs wider for me, she tightens her grip on my hair. She groans when I continue teasing her, moving my mouth away and to her thighs. My lips are everywhere except on her pussy.