Page 44 of King of Hearts

“Who’s Barbara?” He asked, leaning back against the headrest. I took an intentionally slow sip of my drink and stepped away until I felt the ledge of the seat brush the back of my legs. Glancing towards the side of the spa, I placed my glass down and stepped up onto the seat which lined the entire tub. The water bubbled just below my knees and my skin prickled at the slight breeze grazing my wet body.

Reaching up to where my hair rested in a messy top knot, I removed the tie and let it fall down my back. Andy watched me closely, his expression darkening, enticing me to follow through. Feeling tipsy from the wine and drunk on the gaze of someone so sexy focused on me, I slowly pulled the cord of my bikini top and flipped it over my head.

His eyes widened for the briefest moment before he masked his reaction as I spread my legs a little wider, took the strings on either side of my bikini bottoms and pulled. The garment fell easily, hitting the water with a small splash. No longer able to hold my gaze, Andy’s eyes fell, drinking in my now naked body.

“This,” I said, pointing just below my hips, “Is Barbara.”

He took one final pull of his drink and put the empty bottle on the side, pushed off the seat and stalked towards me. The only thing sexier than a soaking wet Andy, was a soaking wet Andy with a devilish grin on his face with his arousal clearly trying to force its way through his shorts.

“That is disturbing.” He spoke, humour in his tone as his hands cuffed my ankles. “But fuck me, you are an aphrodisiac in the purest of form. Now are you completing your dare, or…”

I turned quickly, his hands slipping from my ankles as I gave him my back. Bending forward, I positioned my hands flat on the edge of the spa as requested and glanced back over my shoulder.

“Truth or dare?” I asked, as he boldly grabbed my ankles again and slowly traced circles up the inside of my legs. I closed my eyes for the briefest moment as he edged further up my thighs with his fingertips.

“Hmmm,” his lips were now pressed to the back of my legs, the vibration causing me to shudder. “Truth.”

Thetruthstartled me. I was certain he would pickdareand if so, the libidinous direction I was going to be sending his mouth was due north of where he currently resided. But now, I took a moment to contemplate what, given this opportunity, I wanted to know about him. Not for the article – but becauseIwanted to understand him more as a person.

“Why did you refuse the Urban feature if I wasn’t the one to work with you?” He stopped kissing my skin and I felt his forehead pause against my calf. Turning back, I looked down and if I wasn’t so focused on him, I’m not confident I would have heard his voice over the sounds of the water.

“I’m not sure, honestly.” His shoulders, which were just visible above the water line, lifted then fell with his admission. I was fast becoming used to the self-assured, charismatic Andy. Hell, I was even familiar with angry, wary Andy, however, the vulnerable, uncertain man before me was new.

Turning around entirely, I sank back down into the water, the warmth engulfing my skin as I spread my legs a little and Andy instinctively filled the space. Digging his fingers into my hips, he gently brought me to him. Looking at his face, all sense of the guarded man from a minute ago was long gone, his eyes now sparkling with hunger. I wanted to push him, to bury myself inside his brain and understand him, but sensing now was not the time I matched his playful demeanour and buried my face into his neck, breathing in what was fast becoming a comforting scent mixed with chlorine. Reaching around his neck, I held on tight as he moved us into the middle of the spa, cupping my backside and resting me on his thighs.

“Fuck, you smell good, woman. Like apples and cinnamon.”

“New shampoo. I’m surprised you noticed.” He peppered light kisses along my jaw, and I tipped my head back allowing him easier access. He moved his hands up my bare back, bringing them around to graze over my neck and into my hair. I rubbed his shoulders, feeling the rigid muscles courtesy of the hours he put in at the gym, and sighed.

He breathed into my hair and hummed, the sound reverberating through me and straight to my core.

“I notice everything about you.” He whispered as he caged my face in his hands and stared into my eyes. “From the second I first saw you, I noticed everything.” Did he mean from the very beginning, all those months ago, when I was a hungover, disorganised mess scrambling to interview him? Or was I overthinking his words?

His lips crashed onto mine silencing the questions bouncing around my head as his tongue countered my own. I locked my legs tighter, pulling myself into him as firmly as I possibly could. He was everywhere against my naked form, setting my already warm skin aglow.

But it wasn’t enough. I tingled with need. A throb pulsing in all the best places.

Easily lifting me through the water, he sat himself back onto the seat and brought me across his lap, so I was straddling him.

I could feel how hard he was as I slid against him, shuddering as he grazed my most sensitive spot. I moaned at the feel of his cock and the thought that it was me who made him respond this way. This delicious football captain wantedmeand holy shit if I didn’t want him too. Maybe all those stilted, subpar dates were the universe telling me there was something good coming. That this guy, who was the antipode to bad dates, who was like a glass of water in the desert of my pathetic excuse for a love life, was on his way to find me.

Not to mention, it was hard to believe that someone could be this intelligentandelicit such a bone deep carnal response. In terms of sexual attraction, Andy was the undisputed champion, and I was suddenly desperate to feel him inside me.

Now.

Breaking the kiss, I looked at him, my hunger brazenly urging me forth.

“If you don’t fuck me, I’m going to die.” It was not lost on me that I felt no shame in telling him this when I had never been vocal with men before. It was also apparent that despite my confidence and precocious behaviour, he already had the potential to hurt me. An uneasy thought.

However, in this moment, there was nothing more important than feeling his skin on mine. I lifted myself higher onto my knees and grabbed at his shorts with a feverish intensity. Raising his hips, he manoeuvred them down his legs, and I lowered my eyes but the bubbles prevented me from getting a clear look. I hopped off him and used my index finger to beckon for him to meet me on his feet so I could shamelessly see him as I wanted.

“Jesus, woman.” His eyes leered down my body in a lascivious manner, fuelling my already excessive self-assurance. For a brief second, I wasn’t sure if he was going to follow and just before I caved, he flew at me, the water spilling over the edges from the sudden force of his movements. My breath left my chest in a puff as he lifted me out of the water and placed me on the edge of the spa. I gripped the sides to steady myself so I didn’t fall backwards and before I realised his purpose, his face was between my legs and his name was leaving my mouth.

“Holy shit, Andy.” I grabbed the back of his head with one hand, spreading my legs as wide as I possibly could. His prehensile tongue felt ethereal as he took my clit into his mouth and sucked, his hand moving up to spread me further.

“Oh my god.” I threw my head back and closed my eyes, focused entirely on the pleasure which started and ended where he devoured me. My nipples pebbled as he snaked a hand up and over my stomach, taking one of my breasts in his hand and squeezing.

“This fucking pussy is all I can think about.” His titillating words danced across my skin and swirled with the all too familiar feeling – a direct result of the way his tongue mapped my most sensitive part.

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