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Finally, I cleared my throat. “So what do you have planned for the day? It feels weird having free time now that the grants have been submitted.”
“That’s what I was daydreaming about when you first walked in. All the things I want to do with you. Places I want to take you to, things I want to show you. I love this city for the many things right at our fingertips.”
“I’m at your disposal, Dr. Chaplin. We just have to make sure you don’t overdo it. We don’t want to backslide. You know, there are things I’ve been wanting to say to you, things I’ve been giving a lot of thought to.”
His face fell to a worried scowl. “I’m not sure I like the sound of that. Are you about to crush me here?”
“No, my God, no,” I assured with a hand on his. “It’s all good stuff, I promise. I’m so proud of you. Of how seriously you’ve taken your recovery and of how hard you’re working to get back to pre-accident you. I know it hasn’t been easy, and I know there have been times you’ve wanted to give up. I just think you’re amazing, and I wanted to tell you that.”
I heaved out a lungful of air and inwardly felt pretty proud of myself for getting all that out. I wasn’t always comfortable expressing my feelings to other people. But Andrew mattered. This thing we were building mattered.
He pushed his way between my spread legs and bent lower so we were nose to nose. “Thank you, baby. For saying those things and being so incredibly supportive and patient with me. I’ve only been able to do the things you mentioned because I’ve had you in my corner. Even if you are a pushy nuisance at times.” Again, he gave me one of those sexy winks he had perfected, and a rush of arousal shot through my whole body.
Nostrils flared, eyes wide, a little breathless. I could just imagine what he saw while watching my reaction to him. To his nearness. To his allure.
“Let’s go back to bed for a while. It’s the weekend. It’s early still. And I want to get you naked again more than anything.”
I stood when he backed up and took his outstretched hand. We both grabbed our coffee mugs and headed back down the hall to the master bedroom. Excitement spiked my pulse just remembering what last night was like and knowing it was all about to happen again.
“Maybe I should get a shower first. I mean, since we did all that last night…” I wasn’t sure what else to say.
“No way. I want to smell your skin with me all over it,” he growled low in my ear. “Your cunt from the last time I marked you.”
It was the filthiest thing anyone had ever said to me, and I actually choked on my own response.
“Oh… Okay. Jesus, Andrew. You’re a dirty old man. I had no idea.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet, baby.” He waggled his brows and grinned. “Just wait. Arms up,” he instructed, and I complied without giving a thought. He pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it to the floor behind him.
He sat on the edge of the bed and tugged me to stand between his legs, putting his face directly level with my breasts.
“Christ, these tits. So perfect,” he muttered against my skin while planting tender kisses over my bra. His warm breath through the lace felt so good, I moaned when he sank his teeth into a pebbled nipple, and he shot me a warning glare.
“Quiet, lady. Or I’ll have to stop,” he threatened, but at the same time, he reached around my back and released my bra with one hand. He dragged the straps down my arms and let that fall to the floor too.
“My God, look at you. So perfect, so soft and smooth. This young body drives me wild, Maye. Your skin—fuck, your skin. I can’t get enough of it.”
While his praise was dirty in context, it filled me with such desire and confidence. Once again, I marveled at the difference between intimacy with him and the other awkward, bumbling experiences I’d had before.
How did I get this lucky? I wasn’t sure what it was about me that enthralled him so. I mean, I knew what he’d said. His compliments definitely weren’t falling on deaf ears. But whatever drew him to me in the first place was a mystery. I decided to revel in the experience instead of doing my usual overanalyzation and self-sabotage.
A sharp nip to the underside of my breast brought my attention back to what he was doing. I gasped from the jolt of pain and then quietly moaned from the pleasure as his warm tongue soothed the bruise.
“Stay with me,” he whispered between my breasts. “Right here with me.”
I threaded my fingers through his messy bed hair and watched him make his way around my breasts with kisses and light bites. When he sucked a pert nipple deep into his mouth, I gripped his hair harder, causing him to moan too.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” I whispered and dropped my head back. With that access to my throat, he slowly rose, kissing a trail of wet pleasure all the way up to my ear.
“Lie down, baby. I need to see all of you.”
I followed his instructions and scurried onto the bed. He wasted no time tugging the loose joggers I wore down over my hips and ass and then tossed them to the pile of other discarded apparel.
“Excuse me, young lady.” He smirked. “No panties? Is this a normal thing?”
“No.” I grinned shyly. “I just threw on the pants this morning because you enticed me with coffee.”
“This pussy is just for me now. Do you understand that? No one else sees it or touches it but me now.”
