Page 113 of Out on a Limb
Either way, I was a little disappointed when he stopped to rise up on his knees, eyes dark as they moved down my body in a slow path.
“It’s not really fair that you’re not naked too.” I didn’t mind his blatant perusal of me, but I wanted the same luxury.
Andrew’s gaze made a leisurely path back to my face, holding there for a second before his hands finally went to the shirt I’d effectively destroyed. He spread it wide, pulling the black fabric off the width of his shoulders and down the length of his arms.
The man definitely put in some serious time at the gym. Explained why his skinny pants didn’t fit anymore.
Speaking of pants.
I reached for the fly I’d worked open earlier, but Andrew moved out of my reach.
Like he thought he could get away from me.
He could think that.
For now.
I watched from my spot on the blanket as he stood, kicking off his shoes and snapping off his socks before finally getting around to hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his pants.
They fit him perfectly. Showed off the thick thighs my friends loved.
But they weren’t him. Not at all.
And I wanted him just as he was.
Not what he thought he should be.
“I hate those pants.”
One brow lifted as he teased me, pushing down the article of clothing in question as low as it could go without giving me a glimpse of what I was waiting to see. “Hate’s a strong word, Pickles.”
“Would you have picked them out?” I should be looking at his face, but all I could focus on was the top of those damn pants.
“No.”
“That’s why I hate them.” I blinked as fast as I could, just in case this was the second he decided to do the big reveal. “Because they make you look like you’re trying to be someone else.”
“Maybe I was.”
My eyes managed to lift. “Why would you want to do that?”
I waited, fighting for patience as he stared back at me.
“I thought that was what you should want.”
“You thought wrong.” I shook my head at him. “I don’t want someone else.” I held his eyes. “I want you.”
I pushed up from the blanket, going to my knees.
Grabbing the pants he was still torturing me with.
Andrew was definitely right. Iwasimpatient.
And this was one more thing I was done waiting for.
I dragged them down, intending to free his body from the last thing keeping us apart.
Only I got distracted.
