Page 37 of King of Hearts

I didn’t realise Andy was back until he came up beside me with a drink.

“Vodka, lime and soda?” He asked.

“Perfect.” I clinked my glass with his and took a sip.

“So, that wasn’t at all how I thought tonight would go. Sorry about that.” He looked genuinely disappointed which made me grin.

“Don’t be silly. Your family is so lovely. Although, I don’t think they were anticipating me being here.”

“They weren’t. As soon as we got into the lift, they all started with the questions. Was like a firing squad.”

“I bet,” I said giggling. “Don’t bring many dates here then?”

“Never.” He didn’t elaborate and again I pondered the affable man beside me versus the one I was introduced to through online articles. They were polar opposites and it made me sad to think that while people thought they knew the real Andy Gloss, they had no idea.

“Well, I’m honoured. I’ve been in your apartmentandmet your parents. We should set the wedding date now.” Andy barked a laugh and shook his head.

“Your middle name should beunpredictable.” He moved to stand in front of me and my body was instantly alert.

Jesus, the effect this man had on me.

“Like I said, tonight was not at all how I planned. I leave tomorrow for a game and am not home until Sunday. Will you have dinner with me then? Just me this time?” He looked so vulnerable, such a contrast to when he was with his family or on the field with his teammates and it tugged at my heart.

“I would love to. Although, I do like your younger brother. He’s pretty funny.”

He moved in, hastily kissing me on the cheek. “He liked you too. Asked me for your number.” He said, rolling his eyes. “Little shit is always trying to get under my skin.” He kissed the other side of my face, and I closed my eyes when he didn’t move away, instead running his mouth across my jaw like he did before we were interrupted. I put my drink on the bar next to me and gripped the edge, worried I would sway with how unsteady I was whenever he was near.

I heard another clink as his own glass landed on the bar and then his hands were on either side of my face.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you again all fucking night, Arna.” His brown eyes looked almost black without the light, and they stared straight at me as his breath caressed my skin.

“So do it.” I whispered simply, desperate for him to act on his words.

He didn’t need any further encouragement, tilting my head slightly before he brought his mouth to mine. My lips parted and our tongues brushed. This kiss was different from earlier as he took his time tasting me like he wanted to know every single inch of my mouth. His tongue swiped my lower lip and a sound almost akin to a whine mewled in my throat. His hands didn’t stop moving, from my hair, down my back, to caressing my face softly and when he wrapped his arms around me and brought me into him, I moaned. Was it possible to barely know someone but still want to entwine yourself so deeply within them? I fisted my hands in the side of his shirt, pulling him closer and the groan which came from his chest made me feral.

Eager to finish what we started earlier, I reached up and undid the buttons on his shirt, tearing it down his arms while our mouths remained locked. I slid my hands up and down his broad back, delighting in how rigid the muscles were. His grip moved from my waist, up and over my chest and I felt my nipples tighten.

God, I wanted his hands against my bare skin.

He kissed down my neck and I thrust one of my hands into his soft hair while the other continued along his back.

“I need to see you.” He whispered.

“Zipper is at the back.” I said, any shame at him seeing my body overshadowed by how turned on I was. My nipples were now painfully hard, and I was throbbing all over just from his kiss. I couldn’t imagine how it would feel to have him inside me, but oh my god if I was this aroused already, did I want to find out.

He kissed me again as he reached around and undid my dress, pushing the straps from my shoulders and slowly dragging the garment down my body. I shimmied my hips a little to help and it dropped to the floor. He stepped back, his eyes raking over my entire body now only clad in black lace undergarments. His chest heaved and holy shit his sex eyes were hot. The cool evening air swept across my skin but the heat pulsing through my veins was enough to keep me warm.

“So fucking beautiful.” He breathed before he lunged and lifted me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as a small squeal escaped. Carrying me over to his spa, he placed me gently on top as he stood against the edge and again took my mouth.

His hands moved to my chest and he gently squeezed before reaching around and undoing my bra, never breaking our kiss.

When his palms touched my now bare skin and his fingers grazed over my nipples my resulting moan was animalistic. I always loved having my nipples touched but nothing had ever felt like this. This was electric, like a tingle beating deep in my bones, my entire being coming alive.

“Oh my god, Andy.” I tipped my head back as my panting mixed with the sound of his kisses tracking down my neck. His tongue grazed my collar bone, and I placed my hands behind me on the lid of the jacuzzi, shamelessly pushing my chest out towards him. Accepting my less than subtle invitation, he flicked his tongue over one of my nipples before moving to the other and doing the same. My heartbeat increased, pulsing all over, my skin alight under his touch.

Were we moving too fast? Was this going to be more than just a one-time thing?

“These tits were made for me to suck on. Fucking perfect.” He said and his lust filled voice induced images of all the salacious things he could do to me, my questioning instantly forgotten.

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