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Page 17 of Rhuron's Bride (Crystal Glass Dragons 1)

“Ana, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have started this. You need to go back to your room before...” it was more of a plea. His willpower was almost down to zero.

Ana raised soft and shiny eyes to his. His eyes fell to her lips, her breath escaping in uneven pants. She gave him a shy smile, her head tilting before trailing a finger over his lower lip.

“What if I don’t want to?” Ana whispered, her hand now cradling the side of his face. Andrew turned his head and planted a kiss on her palm. Closing his eyes, he counted to ten. He wanted to pick her up and carry her into his room. Show her what she was doing to him, but the choice was not his.

It had to be hers.

“You’re too young for me, Ana. I’m taking advantage.”

Ana took a step backwards, her face now a mask. “We’ve had this argument. I’m not a child, Andrew. Please don’t treat me like one.”

Andrew dropped his head. This was not a conversation he wanted to be having at three in the morning, but he’d started it. He wasn’t thinking clearly. If he had been, this would never have happened.

“Go to bed, Ana, before we do something you will regret.”

Ana’s face dropped, and she stepped back.

“Goodnight, Andrew, sleep tight,” she said, turning her back on him, walking into her room, and shutting the door.

Andrew stood there for several moments, staring after her. It was the right thing to do. He couldn’t risk messing up their relationship. It would destroy Olivia if Ana was no longer in their lives. He just hoped they’d be able to move past the mistake.

Chapter Thirty-nine

Ana

Ana entered her room and shut the door. What had just happened? She was sure Andrew had wanted her. His body certainly had. Her own body felt hot and alive. Her core pulsing with unfulfilled desire. She needed to get on the website Millie had sent her if this was as far as her love life was going.

Now she had a taste of what it felt like to be in Andrew’s arms. She wanted more. It would be hard to un-forget and not look at him with longing. The desire to rip his clothes off...

Ana threw herself down on her bed. The ceiling, once again, her friend. Damn the man, she was not too young for him. Age was a mindset, and she was way older than her years. Her screwed-up childhood had seen to that. She’d been looking after herself since she was ten. How dare he patronise her? She wondered if Michael Douglas had said the same thing to Catherine Zeta-Jones or Rod Stewart to Penny Lancaster. He was only fourteen years older than her, not twenty-five. The man wasn’t even forty yet.

Ana growled in frustration. He had sent her to bed like a child.Go to bed, Ana, before we do something you will regret.

How dare he.

Ana stopped her thoughts, her breath catching in her throat.

Andrew had not said he would regret it.

He had saidshewould regret it.

Ana shook her head, banging it down on the bed. Typical Andrew, always thinking of others above himself. Was he afraid she would regret them going further? She may not have a huge amount of experience with men, but did he not realise he was sex on legs? His starring role in her erotic dreams and fantasies would probably make a porn star blush.

Ana could not believe the night’s turn of events. When Andrew had finally taken her in his arms… Ana felt a rush of warmth cover her neck and face. Her body tingled at the memory of his touch. She wanted his skin pressed to hers. To feel his hands on her body, his lips trailing over her skin. Most of all, she wanted his body buried deep in hers.

Ana got up off the bed. Her heart hammering in her chest as she made her way to the door. Ana hoped she was right. If she let him walk away tonight, Andrew would rebuild his walls, and she might never get the chance to be with him. He would convince himself he was too old for her, that she needed someone her own age. What he didn’t realise was she didn’t want a boy. Ana wanted a man and a very specific one.

Before she could overthink her next move, Ana headed for the door. Taking bold strides across the hall, she stood outside Andrew’s bedroom. She could hear him moving around, getting ready for bed. Before she could think twice, she put her hand on the door and pushed it open.

Andrew stood frozen in the centre of the room, staring at her. His jumper was gone, displaying his sculpted chest and tattoos. Ana swallowed at the deep V disappearing into his jeans. No wonder the television stations wanted him. His hand was frozen in his hair. His breathing was fast and audible.

“You said somethingIwould regret?” Ana said.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped further into the room. Her heartbeat accelerated as she slowly removed her hoodie and then her nightshirt, dropping them to the floor.

Andrew’s blue eyes darkened, and his jaw clenched. Ana watched as his eyes roamed over her, his gaze searing her skin.

“Do you want me?” Ana asked, taking another tentative step into his room, her eyes never leaving his.


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