Page 544 of One More Kiss

Mick

Before I knew it,it was after eleven o'clock. Andrea had put Maddie to bed several hours ago, and we’d spent the time talking about everything and nothing. I’d learned that Andrea had grown up here just outside of town, though she was a few years younger than me. She worked as an LPN at a nursing home, and I could tell by the way she talked about it that she truly loved her job. It was obvious from Madison’s bubbly personality that she was a well-adjusted little girl, a product of Andrea’s parenting. Part of me wanted to ask about Maddie’s dad, but I also knew it wasn’t my place.

Andrea threw one hand over her mouth to cover a yawn and shot me a look full of regret. “I hate to kick you out, but I have to be up early.”

“I'm sorry.” I immediately hopped up. “I totally lost track of time.”

She smiled as she rose from the couch. “Don't apologize. I was enjoying talking to you so much that I didn't even notice.”

I felt heat climb into my cheeks, and I silently started toward the door, unsure exactly what to say. I put my hand on the knob, then turned back to her. “Can I see you again sometime?”

A sweet smile curved her mouth. “I was hoping you would ask.”

Her easy acceptance gave me the courage to push for more. “Can I kiss you?”

A soft blush lit her face, and she nodded. Taking a tiny step closer, I slid one hand up her neck and used my thumb to lift her chin. I dipped my head and brushed my lips over hers. Once. Twice.

Back when I was young, I had kissed Lottie a handful of times, but for the life of me, I couldn't begin to remember the way her mouth had felt under mine. The taste and feel of Andrea eclipsed every memory, and I wanted to drown in it, never come up for air.

I lifted my head, loving the way her eyes were still slightly closed. “Sorry,” I murmured. “I’m a little rusty.”

Those bright blue eyes opened and met mine, and a smile stretched over her face. “I think you're doing fine.”

I kissed her once more, and this one was slower, deeper. Finally, I forced myself to step away. “I'll talk to you soon.”

I walked out of the house already counting the minutes until I could see her again.

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Over the next two weeks,I stopped by Andrea’s house every chance I got. Between work and her obligations to Maddie, it wasn't nearly as often as I would've liked. On our fourth date, I found myself in her kitchen, leaning against the cupboards, waiting for her to put Maddie to bed. I was strung tighter than a bow.

Although Andrea and I had made out each time we’d seen each other, fooled around a little, I hadn't attempted to take things further. I jerked off in the shower each night, thinking only of her. I wanted her so badly it hurt, but I wasn't entirely sure how to go about it.

Two nights ago, things had gotten pretty hot. We’d been sitting on the couch making out when she’d slid one hand under my shirt and stroked my stomach. Her fingers crept lower and lower until they teased the waistband of my jeans and she slipped underneath. I’d been hard as a rock, terrified that I’d come in her hand if she touched me.

I’d flipped her to her back, kissed my way down her throat and taken her full tits in my hands. She felt so fucking good, and I couldn’t resist tasting her. I’d stripped off the nude bra she wore, nipped and kissed her nipples until she was writhing beneath me, practically begging for it. Fusing my mouth with hers, I’d worked my hand under the fabric of her sweats and into her silky panties.

She was soft and wet—so fucking wet I almost couldn’t stand it. I remembered the feel of her nails cutting into my shoulders as I slid one finger deep inside her, then another. I’d worked her clit until she came on a gasping cry, eyes hazy with pleasure. That’s when I’d frozen like a deer in the headlights, unable to move or think or even breathe.

She’d looked slightly disappointed when I pumped the brakes, telling her we should take our time. It was all my fault, and I couldn't blame her for being confused. Most guys probably wouldn't have hesitated to jump into bed with her, but I'd never experienced sex before. What if she was disappointed? I knew the basics, and I watched my fair share of porn. Still, what if I wasn't good? What if she hated it? That only led to more questions. Should I tell her the truth or act confident and risk screwing up? But if I went for it and sucked, then what?

I let out a sigh. As much as I hated the idea, I wanted to be upfront with her. I could hear her upstairs, moving around in Maddie’s room, and I knew I only had another couple of minutes to myself before I had to come clean once and for all.

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