She smiled, a sexy smile, a little mysterious. “Or maybe it’s you who has been ensnared in my web.”
Was she kidding? Tessa could snap her fingers and I’d do anything she wanted. Literally anything. It was all I could do to keep up the pretense, not to let on.
“Enough about my problems,” she said. She leaned forward on the sofa and put her elbows on the arms of my chair, looking up at me. “What do we do now?”
Our eyes locked, hers a shade of blue that made me think of the hot summer sky before a storm blew in. I felt a long, slow beat of fear, my old friend.This is going to hurt.
I pushed it away. I had a beautiful woman sitting right here, and she wanted to sleep with me. We both wanted it, and there was no reason to say no. What would the old Andrew Mason do?
I knew the answer to that. So I said, “Now you take your dress off and go to the bedroom, and I’ll follow you.”
She blinked once. Those perfect long lashes sweeping down, then up. This was the moment when she could say she couldn’t do it, that she’d changed her mind, that she’d made a mistake.
But this wasn’t just any woman. This was Tessa.
She smiled at me.
“Okay,” she said.
TWENTY-FIVE
Tessa
Andrew had said,this morning, that he thought he could make it good. He was right.
He kissed me for a long time first. Alongtime. Even though I was impatient, those kisses were like a drug, a balm. As he lay next to me, braced over me as he’d been last night, his mouth trailing warmly along my neck and up behind my ear, how did he know that was what I wanted? Someone to touch me like I mattered. I didn’t matter to anyone in my life: not my mother, not the shallow people at the modeling gig, not my boss who saw me as a piece of ass he could fire. To Andrew, I fucking mattered. How had I been without him for this long?
He ran his hands—his big, warm, wonderful hands—over me, and I closed my eyes. Everything disappeared. There was just the two of us, in this room, right now. I was hot and giddy at the same time.I get Andrew all to myself! Just me!Part of me couldn’t quite believe it was happening.
His hand slipped down between my legs, and I tangled my fingers in his hair. It was soft and clean and awesome. “I want to do this all night,” I said as he kissed my jaw.
“That doesn’t give me anxiety or anything,” Andrew growled against my skin.
I reached down between us and rubbed my palm on his cock, smooth and hot in my hand. “No anxiety needed,” I said.
His body tensed as I rubbed him. “Just let me get through one time, first, and then I’ll see what I can do.”
“Fine.” I put a hand on his chest and gently pushed him back, climbing on top of him as he rolled on his back. Now I could see his fine abs, the vee of the muscles over his hips, his perfect chest with its dusting of dark hair. Even his collarbones were sexy. He was looking at me, too, as I sat atop him, his dark eyes traveling me up and down.
I only wanted Andrew looking at me anymore. His was the only gaze that mattered.
I adjusted myself on his hips. “See, this isn’t so hard.”
A muscle in his jaw twitched. “Yes, it is.”
I leaned forward, braced my hands on either side of him, letting my breasts brush his chest. “Difficult, I mean. It isn’t so difficult.”
I brushed my mouth over his, and he kissed me back. Breaking the kiss, he opened the drawer of his nightstand and took out a condom. I kissed down his neck and his collarbones as he rolled it on.
I was glad we’d had our little dress rehearsal last night. Our bodies were already familiar with each other; I knew his scent and the way his hands felt. He put his palms on my hips and guided me as I lowered myself down on him. We both moaned.
“God, that feels good,” I said as I lowered all the way down.
His hands tightened on my hips. “Don’t talk dirty,” he growled. “Don’t moan like that. I’ll fucking lose it.”
I licked the lobe of his ear. “I can’t help it. You’re hot.”
“Tessa—Jesus.” He tensed again as I started moving on him, rolling my hips. I let my head fall forward to the side of his neck and I closed my eyes because it felt so, so freaking good. It was heaven. I moved my knees, taking him deeper, and he growled again.