Page 55 of Tequila & Lace
She blushed and I kissed her again, this time softer, emphasizing how much I loved her and not just how much I wanted her body. I pulled back, looking into her eyes again. This was the time. This was the time for me to tell her. I had to tell her before sex—or whatever this led to.
“Andi,” I beamed, my hands on her cheeks.
“Yeah?”
“From the moment your smart mouth barged into my house, I fell in love with you. I had no idea that my new roommate would be the woman I wanted to spend every second of every day with, but she was. We both have a shitty past, but I don’t care. I want you in my future. I love you. I love you so fucking much.”
A tear trickled down her cheek and I reached up, wiping it away. “I love you, too—”
I didn’t let her finish her speech. I didn’t need it. I just needed the three words. My hands wrapped behind her back, unclasping her bra, then I pulled her into the shower, turning it on as our mouths stayed locked. Freezing water shot out of the shower head, but I barely noticed as my tongue danced with hers. My body was on fire. My hands kneaded her breasts, my fingers pinched her nipples and she moaned, her head tilting back as she broke our kiss.
I adjusted the water and once I got it perfect I realized I still had my jeans and shoes on plus Andi had her panties on. Making quick work, I removed our soaked clothes, tossing them onto the bathroom floor. My dick stood at attention ready to play, my balls ached and my mouth watered—I wanted to devour her in every way possible.
My gaze flicked up to meet hers, but she was looking down at my cock. “Give me your hand.” Her head snapped to look at me. “It’s okay.”
Timidly she reached out and I took it, bringing it to my mouth and placed a kiss on her palm then ran it down my chest, the water from the shower letting it slide easily over each ripple of my abs. Her gaze never left her palm as she watched her hand go lower and lower. Just before we reached my shaft, I looked up to find Andi’s eyes already looking into mine. I could see the apprehension and nervousness she was feeling. After a brief nonverbal exchange, she lowered her gaze back down. I watched her reaction as her hand finally wrapped around the head of my dick. She sucked in a breath, bit her lip and then…
She licked her lips.
I smiled as I worked our hands back and forth over my cock. Once we started moving in one fluid motion, I removed my hand. Without my guidance, her soft hand glided effortlessly with the water and I groaned, my balls growing tight. I wasn’t sure how long I would last with my girl working me.
“Fuck, gorgeous, that feels so good, don’t stop.”
I braced myself with my arm against the tiled wall, enjoying her strokes as she worked the tension from my body. I wanted to give her pleasure in return, but I didn’t want to overwhelm her, so I focused on what she was okay with and that was loving her with my mouth. I kissed her, using my tongue until I couldn’t hold out anymore and I came, jerking until I was spent and could barely stand.
Chapter Seventeen
Andi
Iwoke to a hand rubbing the inside of my thigh.
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
After our shower the night before, we’d gone to sleep. I still didn’t know what happened on his date to cause Paul to come home the way he did and I wasn’t going to ask. When he was ready to tell him, he would—I’d hoped.
Being able to be the one he came home to—to be the one he wanted—to be the one he needed—felt empowering. He told me he loved me, I loved him and wanted to tell him everything.
Everything.
And I almost did, but he silenced me with his mouth and then we did naughty things and before I knew it, he wasdrainedand we were sleeping.
We still hadn’t had sex. However, I was ready. So ready. Especially after seeing his body last night in the shower and the way he gently took control but allowed me to also have control. It was nothing like twelve years ago.
I trusted him.
I trusted him completely.
“Andi,” he whispered into my ear.
“Hmm?” I asked, trying to form a coherent thought.
“I need to tell you more about last night.”
My back stiffened. He rolled onto his back, his hand leaving my thigh and I almost groaned out of protest.
