Page 24 of Keep On Loving You
“You wish.”
He did.
It didn’t make any sense at all, but a surge of jealousy shot through him at the idea of Kat being with any other man. She washisKitty Kat.
But she wasn’t.
No matter what he might want, she’d made it perfectly clear that it was afor right nowarrangement.
“If you don’t get over here and kiss me, Andy, I may have to?—”
He moved like a shot, lifting himself up and over her in the bath so water sloshed over the sides of the tub to the tile below. But he didn’t care because, a moment later, his lips were on hers, his body was pressed up against her slippery, wet body, and Andy was kissing her as if his life depended on it.
She groaned under him and wiggled her legs to the sides, so he slipped between them. His hard length pressed up against her belly, and it took all his self-restraint not to take her right there in the tub.
He used one hand to hold himself up, while the other explored her body under the water. “Kat, you’re so damn sexy.” He breathed the words against her ear as he moved his kisses down her neck. He nipped and sucked and for the briefest moment worried that he might be leaving a mark on her skin. But he let the concern float away in the suds as his hand squeezed her breast and pinched her nipple, just enough to make her gasp and arch up into him.
Her good hand moved over his chest and, reflexively, Andy closed his eyes and memorized every inch of her touch. Her fingers felt so good on his skin as they ventured lower until finally— “Oh my God, Kat.”
She squeezed his cock in her hand and began to slowly slide it up and down until his entire body vibrated, and he was only barely holding onto the little grasp of control he’d started with.
“If you keep that up, I’m going to?—”
“And that would be bad because?”
Andy tore himself away from her neck and lifted his head so he looked directly into her eyes. “Because as good as this feels…and damn, does it ever feel good…more than anything, I want to be inside you, Kitty Kat.”
Maybe it was the use of his nickname for her or the detail of what he’d just said, but he felt her tremble beneath him.
A moment later, her hand was gone, and her legs moved up and locked around his waist, holding him against her. His cock was poised at her entrance. “So, what are you waiting for then?”
Chapter Ten
It wasa good thing she was in the water because Kat thought she might completely self-combust. It had only taken the very slightest touch from Andy before she was squirming with need and desire. Never before had a man been able to make her feel the way this man did… Even after her trip to Vancouver, when she’d been so sure she would put him out of her head once and for all, she’d found herself comparing every man who asked her out on a date to Andy Fisher.
And if they did manage to get past dinner and drinks and were brave enough to try for a kiss…well, nobody came close to making her feel the way Andy did.
Which meant actually having sex with Andy could go one of two ways. He would either live up to the impossible standards she’d somehow made up for this sex god of a man to make her climax over and over again with his impossibly huge cock, and completely ruin her for any other man.Or…Andy would turn out to be a mere mortal after all, and the many,manyfantasies she’d had about him over the years would be just that: fantasies. The idea that there was a man made just for her, who knew exactly what buttons to push, how to touch her, and where to kiss, would turn out to be nothing more than a silly dream. And she’d be freed from the idea that despite the fact that Andy was completely untouchable to her for anything more than the little trysts they’d somehow managed to excuse, he truly was thehappy for right nowman, and nothing more.
Either way, it didn’t matter because the only thing thatdidmatter at that moment was having Andy’s hands on her body, his lips on her mouth and, as promised, his cock inside her.
She arched her body up against him, but he hesitated. Her eyes flew open in question.
“Birth control?”
Kat groaned, and her head fell back against the tub. She wasn’t on birth control because, well, there hadn’t really been any opportunity to need it.
Until now.
Reluctantly, she shook her head.
Immediately, Andy moved away and sat back against his side of the tub.
She instantly missed the feel of his body against hers. “Maybe it’s a sign.” She used a bubble-covered hand to push her hair off her face.
“Sign for what?”
Before she could answer, Andy reached for her and,taking care of her injured wrist, spun her around in the tub so she was pressed up against him, nestled between his legs. His still-hard erection pressed up against her back when he pulled her tight against him.
