Page 43 of Out on a Limb
“Throw it away.” I waved both hands over the still-burning spots. “It’s evil.”
Andrew leaned close, pursing his lips before sending a slow and steady stream of air across my inner thighs.
Which suddenly no longer hurt.
His eyes lifted to mine. “Better?”
“They still burn a little.” They did not burn anymore. Not at all.
But my eyes did as I watched Andrew lean back between my thighs, licking his lips before sending another breath against my skin.
I didn’t blink. Didn’t breathe.
It was insanely sexual. Insanely hot.
Insane, period.
I bit into my lower lip as I shifted in my seat, accidentally spreading my legs a little more.
Accidentally.
I shouldn’t be so forward, especially after being shot down, but I might still be riding the wine wave.
And I’d been lusting after this man for years.
YEARS.
Suddenly Andrew grabbed my knees, his hold firm but gentle as his eyes once again lifted to mine. He slowly shook his head.
“What?” I meant for it to sound innocent. Like I genuinely didn’t know what the problem was.
Instead it was breathy. A little husky.
Anything but innocent.
Andrew’s eyes fixed on my face, holding long enough I started to squirm.
Tried to. Unsuccessfully since his hands still pinned me in place.
His touch eased just enough to slide across my skin, up the uninjured outside of my legs, pressing them together as he leaned closer. “Stop.”
“I’m not doing anything.” The words barely squeaked out as his wide palms continued up, running over my hips, fingers digging into the layer of cushion kept there by Dairy Queen and fried chicken.
“This is you not doing anything?” One hand went to my back as the other spread over the curve of my stomach, both continuing their upward path.
I nodded, managing a whispered answer. “Yes.”
His hand slid between my breasts. Close enough both nipples pulled painfully tight with the need to be touched.
Pinched.
Sucked.
His eyes held mine as his hand slid higher, curving along the arc of my throat as it came to rest under the line of my jaw. There was no pressure. Nothing but the brush of his skin against mine.
And yet I felt completely possessed. Owned in a way that intensified the ache throbbing between my legs and pulled a whimper from my lungs.
“If this is you not doing anything then I’d hate to see what you’re capable of when you actually do something.”
