Page 64 of Keep On Loving You

“I’m not mad. I’m just—” She dropped her arms. “You’re staying?” The anger had drained out of her voice. She looked up at him and shook her head. “Really?”

Andy pulled her into his arms and kissed her again. “Really. Jess was helping me find a place, but I’ve been putting that off, too, because, dammit, I really like being here with you, Kat. And I know I can’t stay here forever. It doesn’t make sense, so I am going to get my own place, but that doesn’t mean I want this to end.”

“You don’t?”

“Woman.” Andy laughed and scooped her up so she could wrap her legs around him. “You have got to know by now that I don’t want this to end. Turns out I like you, Kitty Kat.”

She trailed kisses on his neck. “I like you, too.”

He needed her naked. Two strides across the room, and he tossed her back onto her bed. “Oh, I know you do.”

Andy reached down, tugged her leggings off, and tossed them to the side. “You like it when I do this.” He droppeddown on the bed between her legs and pressed her thighs apart, to give him access to her sweet center.

She moaned with anticipation. “You know I like that.”

He had no self-control. He dipped his head and dove straight into his task. She shrieked and writhed immediately, but he held her still with one arm as he alternated between licking and sucking in just the way he knew would drive her crazy.

It didn’t take long for her body to tense. “Andy, I’m going to?—”

“Fuck yes, you are, Kitty Kat.”

The moment he slipped a finger into her wet heat, she clenched around him as her orgasm took hold.

Hearing Kat cry out in pleasure was the sweetest sound in the world. He waited until her body relaxed under his touch before climbing up to pull her into his arms and kiss her. “That is the sexiest thing in the whole world.”

She slipped her hand between them and squeezed his hard length, making him groan. “Oh, I don’t know about that. I can think of something else that’s pretty freakin’ hot.”

Fully satiated, her body limp and exhausted from theirmake-upsession, all Kat wanted to do was stay in bed and let Andy hold her. But he had other ideas and insisted that they get dressed and head downstairs so she could show him what she’d bought earlier.

Her trip to the store to pick up camping supplies felt likea lifetime ago, so much had happened. Hiking alone in the woods was the last thing she wanted to think about, but Andy was relentless. And when he promised to make her a quesadilla at the same time, she gave in.

After all, a girl needed to eat.

“It looks like you’ve got everything you need.” Andy stood with his hands on his hips and assessed the equipment she’d laid out on the living room floor. “Sleeping bag, tent, stove, backpack.”

“Don’t forget these delicious-looking dehydrated food packs.” Kat held up the pouches. “Kane said these ones weren’t half bad.”

She gave them a side eye and tossed them back on the pile.

“So when are you going?”

That was the question she’d been trying to avoid. “We still need to do the dance.” They’d taken a few lessons in salsa dancing from a local dance instructor. And although they weren’t completely hopeless, they still needed a lot of practice before they performed in any way.

“I didn’t think you had to do the items in order.” Andy returned to the stovetop to flip the quesadilla he was cooking. “You don’t really have much left now, do you?”

She didn’t. Not technically.

Her painting was coming along nicely and more than that, she’d found a new hobby because she was actually enjoying the painting more than she thought she would. Learning Spanish was going to be an ongoing endeavor, for sure. But any language would be. That one would be up toSteven’s discretion, whether he felt she learned enough or not. Either way, she was having a lot more fun learning Spanish than she expected. But that probably had a lot more to do with her partner in learning than anything else.

She shrugged. “I guess not.” Kat grabbed a stuff sack and started to jam the sleeping bag into it. Kane had assured her that it would not only fit in the tiny bag but that she’d be able to squish it down to make it even smaller.

It was doubtful. Still, it was a good distraction from thinking about the actual hike.

“Would you like me to go on a trial trip with you before you do the solo trip?”

She looked up to see Andy standing at the stove with a flipper in his hand, watching her.

“It could be fun,” he continued. “You and me, cozy in a tent? I mean, I think we’d be able to think of a few ways to stay warm.”

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