Page 62 of Out on a Limb
Things that would ruin him.
“What do you want from me, Collette?” Andrew’s body was nearly against mine now. Close enough he was all I could see. All I could smell.
I sucked in a breath, lifting my chest as high as I could. “I think you know what I want from you.”
His eyes dipped down to my mouth. “And I think you’re going to have to be very specific.”
Fine. He wanted specific. I’d give it to him. “I want your hands,” I formed my words carefully, loving the way he watched my lips, “on my tits.”
A low rumble that I might call a growl rolled through his chest, the deep sound shooting straight between my legs to start a pulse that throbbed almost immediately.
That’s where I’d tell him I wanted his hands next.
Andrew’s wide palm immediately slid up, dragging across my breast as his fingers closed around my nipple.
“Jesus tapdancingChrist.” I ripped my hands free from his and knocked him back as I cupped my boobs. My eyes watered at the lingering sting in the one he’d touched.
Andrew held both hands up like I had him at gunpoint. “I’m so sorry. I thought—”
I whipped his shirt up, not caring that he was standing right there as I inspected my bark-burned breasticles.
“Jesus Christ.” He sounded just as horrified as I was.
“That’s what I just said.” I stared down at my angry, red nipples. “Ow.” I was whining and I didn’t care how it sounded. My concern was no longer what Andrew thought of me.
Or my tree tortured titties.
“I have ice.” Andrew spun away, going straight to the freezer and pulling out two bags of peas. He turned my way, eyes going straight to my chest. “We might want to put some antiseptic on them too.”
Now that the buzz of booze and hormones was gone, I could feel the full effect of sliding down a tree braless.
And it wasn’t good.
I whimpered as I noticed a dark fleck of something at the edge of my areola. “Is that a splinter?”
Andrew flipped a switch and suddenly the room was very bright.
And his eyes were right on the twins.
I instinctively covered them.
His gaze came to mine, one brow lifting. “Now you’re going to be shy?”
“I feel naked.”
Andrew grabbed the hem of the shirt stretched tight across his chest and whipped it over his head. “There. Now everyone’s nipples are out. Better?”
I choked a little.
Then I snorted.
Followed by a hiccup.
“Don’t laugh.” Andrew squinted down at the spot I was pretty sure might be a splinter. “I can’t keep my eye on it when they bounce.”
He was so serious. So focused.
And not in a sexual way.
