Fated to be Yours (30 page)

We recite almost every line in the movie, throwing popcorn at each other’s mouths, missing the vast majority of the time. It’s fun and easy, just sitting here and watching a movie while eating popcorn. I’ve never done this with someone before, outside of Kara and our chick flick marathons that we have. But this is different. And it’s because of Andrew.

When the movie ends, we’re both clutching our stomachs, still laughing at each other and at the movie.

“The rabbit part at the end kills me every time,” I say, wiping another tear from my eye.

“Do you want to watch another movie or do you wish to do something else?”

His fingers brush away the hair from my face and his touch stirs something deep inside me again. He’s still cupping my jaw while his thumb brushes a lazy pattern against my cheek. My breath quickens and my palms feel clammy. And then everything south of my navel contracts as something flares in his eyes.

I crawl onto his lap, placing my knees on either side of his hips. He steadies me over him and I reach up to thread my fingers through his hair. My face dips down and I kiss him, softly, just like he does to me. His hands travel up my back before linking around my neck, anchoring me to him. I open my mouth, allowing his tongue to find mine, taking long deep licks inside my mouth.

I arch my back toward him, pressing my breasts into the hard muscles of his chest. Another groan escapes him, allowing me to swallow it with my own. Heat flashes through my veins as I gently rock against him, seeking him out and gasping when I make my connection.

He wants me.

He pulls back, panting slightly as he looks deep into my eyes, searching for an answer to a question he doesn’t need to ask. It’s already been decided.

“I want you, Tessa. Are you sure about this?”

My eyes dart back and forth, burning his face into my memory because I want to remember every little detail of this moment for the rest of my life. The way he looks with his hair all mussed up after my fingers have been pulling at it. The way his eyes are dilated with need and desire for me. The way his mouth is slightly gapped open as he drags precious air back into his lungs. The way his chest rises and falls as he pulls in that precious air, causing my breasts to move with him. His hands have a firm grip on my hips before they slowly run over and cup my behind, pulling me toward him again to elicit another moan from the both of us.

“Take me to bed, Andrew,” I whisper.

He slants his lips over mine once more before standing up with me still wrapped around him. He walks us down the hall to his room, carrying me with ease. My heart beats wildly inside my chest only I’m not scared anymore. No, scared is definitely not in my vocabulary right now. Desire, lust, want, need. Those are all I’m feeling right now. And as he kicks the door closed behind him I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I’m exactly where I need to be.

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NDREW LAYS ME DOWN ON
his massive bed, gently crawling over me, resting his weight on his forearms as he hovers above me. He brushes away a few stray tendrils of hair from my face before his lips brush mine again.

“I have dreamt of this moment ever since I first saw your beautiful face. But I need to know, are you sure about this? You know we don’t have to.”

I reach up, gently laying my index finger across his lips to silence him. “Now who’s talking too much. I know you’re concerned about my past and how it may affect me now. Please don’t let that get between us. I want you. I’ve never wanted anybody or anything as much as I do right now.”

My hands frame his beautiful face. I need to reassure him that this is what I want, what I need. Andrew is my future. He’s who I choose. He is who I want to give myself to in every way. Tonight, tomorrow, and every day after.

The smile he gives me has me melting into a puddle again as his lips seek out mine, taking his time to savor me as my body molds into his. His hand travels down my side and his touch sends another round of tingles throughout my body. A soft moan escapes my lips as he moves to my neck, biting and sucking a trail down the column of my throat, stopping to twirl his tongue at the dip in the base. My hands don’t know where to go so I just roam over every inch of him I can. I grab his hair, claw at his shoulders, then trail my fingers down to his biceps and holding on to them tightly.

Andrew drags his finger between my breasts, trailing them around each one, causing my nipples to tighten into hard little buds. “So beautiful,” he whispers, kissing my neck. “The most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

“Andrew.”

He drags my shirt over my head, tossing it to the side. His eyes roam over the newly exposed flesh, followed by his fingers at a leisurely pace. They trace over the slope of my breast where it meets my bra before dipping inside, brushing up against my hardened nipple. I close my eyes tight and unabashedly moan at the contact. My body is wound up so tight I feel like it could snap at any moment. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on in my life and yet I know it’s because of Andrew and what he does to me. It’s how he makes me feel and how I feel about him in return.

With shaky fingers, I reach up and start unbuttoning his shirt, concentrating hard on threading each one through the hole. He stills my hand, covering it with his.

“Love, are you alright? You’re shaking.”

He sits up, dragging me with him. My eyes stay cast downward, embarrassed that I can’t pull myself together to get even this one thing right. I’m not nervous, but I can’t stop shaking. I wish I could control my body a little more because I want this so much.

Andrew cups my cheek, gently raising my face to look at him. His bright blue eyes are almost completely hidden by his now dilated pupils. The fire I usually see within them is burning so bright that it calms my shaking hand. He traces my face with his eyes as if he’s attempting to memorize it. But I crave his eyes upon me. It’s like an aphrodisiac that I cannot resist. He looks at me with such admiration that I’m almost addicted to it like a junkie needing their next hit.

I blow out a soft breath and will my body to settle down. “I know. It’s just, I want this so bad and I’m afraid that I’m not going to be any good at it. I don’t want to disappoint you. I mean, I have zero experience in this department. Plus I’m damaged and broken. I just . . .” is all I can make out before his mouth comes crashing down upon mine. My hands rest against his hard chest as he pulls me closer to him.

“You’re talking too much again,” he whispers against my lips. “You are perfect to me and there is nothing that you could do that would disappoint me.” He grabs a lock of my hair, running it through his fingers before tucking it behind my ear. My eyes close and I hum with pleasure as his skin makes contact with the shell of my ear. “We’ll go slowly, at your pace. We have all night, love. This is about you and letting me take care of you, whatever your needs may be.”

His words give me a renewed confidence in myself that I’m in control of what happens to us, something that was taken from me in my previous encounters. He wants to please me and I want nothing more than to please him.

I lean forward, closing the small gap between us and press my lips softly against his. My fingers move back to the buttons on his shirt, easily threading them through the holes this time. Once the last button is undone, I gently push it off his shoulders, giving me my first real glimpse of his body. I break away from his mouth so I can admire it fully as I trace over each line of toned muscle. A groan erupts out of his throat as my fingers play along his torso.

His eyes meet mine as he cups my face, pulling my attention back to him. “Tessa,” he growls out. I love the way he says my name, how it rolls off his tongue, dripping with desire, causing my own wetness to increase between my legs.

Andrew lays me back down on the bed, his body half on mine, half on the mattress. His hand brushes my stomach and my muscles clench with need. I want more of his touch. I want more of everything he has to give me. My hands do their own wandering on his stomach, tracing that delicious six pack of his, skirting around the waistband of his jeans. With a roll of his hips, his erection presses into my side, showing me just how much he wants me.

He pops open the button of my jeans, slowly pushing them over my hips. His lips leave mine, dragging them slowly down the center of my body. He pulls my jeans off my legs, throwing them next to my discarded shirt. My fingers move to his belt, unbuckling it with ease and dexterity that I didn’t know I possessed. I free him from his jeans, sliding them down his legs, using my feet to pull them completely off his body. He gives a slight chuckle and smiles against the skin at my stomach.

“You’re better at this than you think, love.”

I flush at his compliment, letting my own giggle fill the room. He silences it quickly as his lips move to the waistband of my panties, running his tongue along the edge. My fingers twist in his hair as my legs fall to the side, opening myself up for him.

His warm breath hits the small cotton panel separating me from him, causing my hips to move involuntarily. He runs his nose down the center and my breath hitches in my chest.

“You smell so good Tessa. I could spend days just inhaling your sweet scent.”

Oh. My. God.

He loops his thumbs into the waistband, dragging the scrap of material down my legs, setting me completely free. His eyes light up the room with a passion so hot that it burns into my very soul as he looks up from between my legs. He climbs back up my body, reaching around behind me to unclasp my bra, setting my breasts free.

My hands rest on his shoulders as his mouth finds mine again. Our tongues tangle with each other as our hands roam our bodies. He massages my breast, taking a nipple between his thumb and index finger, gently pinching it. Pleasure spikes go straight to my core as I cry out into his mouth.

Boldly I reach into his boxer briefs, dragging them down his hips and he helps me take them off the rest of the way. I look down slowly, taking in his fully naked form. Michelangelo’s David pales in comparison to the godlike specimen that is Andrew.

Looking at his perfect body I become self-conscious of my own. I move my hands to try and cover myself. Andrew shakes his head as he drags them away.

“Please, don’t. I want to see you, all of you,” he says, running his lips against my jaw.

His hand roams over my skin again, causing another round of goose bumps to appear. The reverent touch he gives me sends shocks down to my core, igniting the fire within me that begs to have all of him.

“Andrew, I . . .”

The room begins to spin as his tongue makes first contact with the sensitive and wet folds between my legs. I’ve barely even registered that he had moved that far down my body but with every lick, every nip he delivers to me, my mind blanks and empties. Making Andrew my sole focus and the pleasure he’s giving me.

My hands fly into his hair, tugging and anchoring at the same time. He laughs lightly as I feel the rush of air against my swollen and throbbing flesh. Stars appear before my eyes when the first clench of my muscles happens. It’s intense, it’s almost too much to bear.

He adds a finger, expertly massaging me from the inside and I come undone. I loudly call out his name and fall from the heavens, spiraling down to Earth from a sensation I’ve never known.

Andrew kisses a trail back up my body, allowing my senses to come back to me. He pays close attention to each breast on his way back to my mouth. The taste of my arousal is still lingering on his lips as he slants his mouth over mine.

“You are so beautiful when you come. I must see it again.”

I’m panting as my body tries to relax again. A new round of need builds though as he hovers over me, the swollen head of his cock pressing lightly against my opening. My hips roll instinctively toward him and he stills.

“I want to feel you, all of you Tessa, without anything between us.”

“I’m on birth control,” I say, looking directly into his eyes. “I trust you. Please, Andrew.”

I’m begging and I don’t care at this particular moment. I know it’s a little reckless and risky however I know in my heart that he would never intentionally do anything to hurt me. The thought of anything other than skin on skin doesn’t cross my mind. I want to feel him, all of him.

He pulls up on his knees, positioning himself at my needy center as my legs wrap around him, inviting him inside me. With one fluid move, he sinks inside me as my eyes roll to the back of my head.

“Oh God Tessa, you feel amazing,” he says, slowly inching his way inside my slick entrance.

It’s the most incredible feeling I’ve ever had in my life. The fullness, the feel of his hard length stretching me has my legs shaking all over again. My muscles grip him firmly as he buries himself to the hilt. He pauses, waiting for my body to adjust to him.

His head drops to my ear, his breathing erratic and hot against my skin. “You feel so good,” he says, sliding in and out of me. He picks his head up and takes my mouth, our tongues twirling in time with his thrusts. My hips instinctively meet his as the muscles in my stomach tighten again.