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

I woke 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 was drained and 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.

Had he slept with his client then came home and told me he loved me?

“The part about my client went as planned.” He paused for a long time and I wasn’t sure if he was going to continue. I looked over at him and he was staring up at the ceiling, maybe lost in thought.

“My client was in town for a bachelorette party,” he paused, sighed and then dropped the bomb, “for Vanessa.”

I raised up on one elbow and faced him. “You saw Vanessa?”

He turned his head toward me. “Yeah. She wanted to talk, too.”

“About what?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. I didn’t talk to her other than telling her I didn’t want to talk to her.”

“You didn’t?”

“Why would I?” He raised up on his elbow so we were face-to-face. “What is there to say? It’s been almost fifteen years and I’m in love with you.”

“What if she didn’t get the abortion?”

He stared at me for a beat then laughed. “Oh, she did. She shoved her discharge papers in my face without a word after it happened when she returned to school.”

“You’re not curious what she wanted to talk to you about?”

“She didn’t even know I was going to be there. It couldn’t have been that important.”

“True. But it fucked you up.”

“I just wasn’t expecting it.” I nodded. “Let’s never speak of her again.”

I bit my lower lip and looked down at his bare chest. I was still turned on from his hand that was rubbing between my legs when I woke up and seeing his bare, rippled chest was an added bonus. Hooking my leg over his hip, I started to crawl over his body, causing him to lie back on his back.

“Andi.” He grinned.

“Shh, I’m ready.”

“You’re ready, ready?”

I nodded then raised up, pulling my tank top over my head and tossing it to the floor. His hands rubbed along my bare back as my breasts slid across his chest, our mouths returning to savor each other. I wanted to stay locked together like glue, be with him in this position with me on top forever, his hands in my hair, mine in his, the sound of our lips smacking when we needed air.

My hips started to move, grinding on his cock. He groaned and deepened the kiss, his fingers dipped into the sides of my panties and he began to tug. I didn’t hesitate as I moved back and forth. I was ready. This was it. This was the moment. I was tired of living in the past just as he was done living in his.

With our lips never losing contact, he rolled me over onto my back, his hips between my legs. He supported himself on one elbow as the other played with the elastic on my panties.

“Are you sure?”

Hoping it would get the message across, I grinned and lifted my hips, giving him permission to finish undressing me. He returned his mouth to mine and I felt a tug and the tickle of the lace from my underwear on the backside of my legs as he removed them, causing goosebumps to spread. Paul dropped them on the side of the bed then started at my ankles, running his fingertips along the outside of my leg until he reached my hip. A small moan escaped my lips, causing me to break the war our tongues were having.

He kept his forehead resting against mine. “Still the best fucking noise I’ve ever heard. I wanna hear more.”

He brought a hand up and cupped one of my breasts, lowering his lips to the other. He started grinding his hips against my core at the same time he twisted the bud of my nipple.

I threw my head back and gasped. “Oh God.”

“Shh. It’s okay, baby. Just feel.” Taking one of his hands, he started at my collarbone and traced random patterns down the front of me, circling around each nipple while he blew on them and caused them to pucker. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he mumbled as he started making his way back down to my chest with his mouth. His fingers started a path down to my stomach and the second his fingers came into contact with the swollen lips of my pussy, I jerked.

“Get out of your pretty little head, gorgeous, and just feel. I got you.”

I nodded, my eyes closing as he slid down my body. He cupped my mound with his hand, letting me get a feel of him. Without saying a word, he ran two fingers back over my center, applying the smallest amount of pressure to the sweet spot my body was craving.