Page 25 of Just Our Secret

I caught her hand and pressed it over my heart. “Honestly, Andi, so far everything about getting to see the romantic side of you is better than I ever imagined. I’m surprised I haven’t lost it just looking at you like this because shit, woman, you are better than a fantasy.”

She pulled me up and we kissed without stopping, even while she crawled backward on the bed and I joined her, settling in the cradle of her spread legs.

After our kisses became more frantic, and her hips bucked against me looking for friction, I kissed a slow trail down her stomach. “Now, where was I?”

And then I feasted on her, a fantasy come to life.

Because it was Andi and me. It was real. And it was only the beginning.

THIRTEEN

ANDI

My hands gripped the sheets next to me as Wade’s tongue circled and swirled around my most sensitive place. This was a first. And holy fucking hell was it even more amazing than I’d imagined. When he’d moved to kiss me there before, my scrambled brain had to stall him. I’d had to get some reassurance from him that this wasn’t going to be a bad thing for us before he got so intimately acquainted with my body. And once I had, once I saw the sincerity mixed with the heat in his gaze, I told myself to relax and let him be the first man to ever pleasure me like this.

I let go of the sheets and my hands found his hair. Running my fingers through the silky strands, I fought the urge to squeeze him closer to me. My body had a mind of its own though, and even as I resisted pulling him closer with my hands, my hips pushed up into his mouth to make him press harder against my clit. I let out a low moan as his tongue took on a more feverish pace. He liked my enthusiasm, I could tell.

But I wanted more of him. I wanted him to fill me. This felt amazing, but something ached within me for us to connect. I put my hands on his shoulders. “Come up here.”

“Not yet,” he murmured against my flesh as his tongue drove into me.

My eyes rolled back as the sensations started to build within me. “Wait, I can’t come yet.”

“Why not?” he asked, not even looking up at me, just diving right back in.

“Because I want you,” I panted. “I don’t want it to be over.”

I felt the breeze from his laughter against my wet skin and then he looked up for real, eyes wide with lust. “I’m going to make you come like this. And then we’re going to take our time to build you back up again. But I’m not planning to rush this. Not after wanting you for this long.”

Before I could even reply, he dipped his head again and returned to the swirling and licking that had every nerve ending in my body on high alert. Was this even real? Was he really doing this? Wade had his mouth between my legs. Every lick, every flick of his tongue taking me closer and closer to relief in a way I’d never experienced before.

Wade’s strong arms were wrapped around my thighs while he devoured me. I tried to watch him. Tried to keep my eyes focused on his strong shoulders, the firm grip of his huge hands, how erotic it was to watch his tongue and lips move down there. But I kept having to close my eyes or look at the ceiling because holy shit,whydid this feel so damn good?

Warmth spread through me in waves as I felt myself nearing climax. I felt it run from my head to my toes and back again, my limbs tightening. “Oh My. Don’t. Stop.”

He kept doing exactly the same motion he had been—bless him—in the exact same way, knowing he was getting me there. I clenched my eyes, and my hands gripped his head, not even thinking about whether or not I was smothering him. I just needed him closer. More. And then it arrived like an earthquake, completely shattering me.

I released his head and let my arms fall to the bed, suddenly feeling bashful, but then it vanished in an instant when I glanced down through the hazy aftershocks at the hunger in his eyes. A hunger that every part of me wanted to satisfy for him. Despite the fact that I’d just had the most amazing orgasm of my life—and the first one in, well, too long to even think about—I was ready for more. I was ready for him.

Wade crawled up my body in two fluid moves. His lips finding mine, he tasted of me. That idea had always been something I’d inwardly cringed at, but now, here with him, I was freaking into it. As we kissed, I felt him reach into his back pocket and pull out his wallet, messing with it with one hand while he kept the rest of his attention on me.

He pulled back just a fraction as he put the condom and wallet on my nightstand. His eyes bore into mine. “You sure you want to do this?”

“What? Of course I’m sure. We can’t stop now.”

“Oh, thank God.”

He resumed kissing me then, not slowly but with a fierceness that took my breath away. We fumbled with his pants together and then he revealed himself to me, and the only reason I didn’t react to the sight of it—perfection, by the way; long, but nottoolong, thick, but nottoothick—was because he’d claimed my mouth for another one of his kisses that felt like he thought it was the last one he’d ever have.

For what seemed like a long time, we stayed there like that, running our hands over each other’s naked bodies. We worshiped each other like we were competing over who was more excited about finally doing this. I loved the feeling of his hard, hot cock between us as we moved. He slid it between my legs several times, teasing me. The heat of it had me whispering his name because I didn’t think I could find my voice if I tried.

Finally, he reached for the condom. I took it from him, ignoring his surprised chuckle that melted into something of a moan when I grasped his shaft and slid it on. His eyes found mine, then, alight with hunger as he brought our mouths together once more.

Before he could enter me, I tapped his shoulder as we kissed, turning my body to signal that I wanted to get on top. Wade’s shock was immediately replaced with delight as he rolled onto his back, a hand pulling my thigh over his body. Without wasting any time, I reached out and slid him inside of me, all the way, the feeling of need for him getting worse, not better as he filled me. He shuddered and reached for my breasts, his gaze roving over me with such heat I could swear I felt the hot trail it left behind.

“Andi, fuck,” he breathed out, his eyes darting over me like he couldn’t decide where he wanted to look as he filled his hands with me.

Then I began to move. I rode him in a slow, smooth rhythm, reveling in the way he couldn’t get enough of me. I was so desperate to give him the same kind of pleasure he’d given me with his mouth before, and as I watched his eyes sparkle with enjoyment beneath me as I moved above him, I knew I was succeeding.