Fated to be Yours (31 page)

“Oh God, Andrew,” I say breathlessly against his mouth.

I’m there, standing on the edge of the cliff, ready to fall over into the intense pleasure I’m getting from Andrew. He presses his forehead against mine, eyes locked together. Our skin is slick with sweat as he moves faster inside me.

My eyes flutter closed briefly as I teeter precariously on the edge of sanity. “Eyes open Tessa. I want to see you when you come again.”

My eyes flick open and fall upon his, heightening my own pleasure until it becomes too much. It’s too intimate, too passionate, too intense. Within minutes, I shatter into a million pieces, falling over the edge while never breaking eye contact. I cry out Andrew’s name over and over, feeling nothing and everything all at once. Andrew’s eyes never leave mine as he thrusts several more times inside me, following in his own release.

“Tessa,” Andrew growls against my neck, his movements slowing as he milks out the last of his orgasm.

My limbs feel heavy, but I tighten my legs around his narrow waist, holding him close to me. Our combined heartbeats begin to slow, our breathing returning to normal. I trail my fingers lightly up and down the muscles of Andrew’s back, feeling them flex and ripple as he adjusts himself on top of me.

When he pulls out, I instantly feel the loss. My hands move around, pulling his mouth to mine, tasting of Andrew and yet still of myself. Andrew brushes the hair away from my face again and smiles before placing several small languorous kisses upon my lips.

“Perfect. You are an angel sent from above, destined for me alone. How do you feel?”

Words cannot even begin to describe the feelings I have swirling inside me. “Good, amazing, tired, sweaty.” I can’t help the giggle that escapes my lips and he joins in my laughter.

“Are you sore?”

My shoulders shrug in response. “A little, but it’s not bad.”

He rolls off me, pulling me to his side. My finger traces patterns along his chest. His lips kiss the top of my head, causing a new wave of dizziness to hit me. I’m still riding the high of what we just did, relishing in the fact that it was the single greatest moment of my life.

I listen to his heartbeat beneath my ear as I slowly begin to drift off to sleep.

“I love you, Andrew,” I whisper into the air.

He says nothing, only pressing his lips against my forehead as I drift off to another world, hoping that my future is as bright and happy as I dream it to be.

I
WAKE UP WITH A
warm feeling wrapped around my heart, as well as a pair of strong arms around my body. Andrew is kissing my forehead, slowly dragging me from the incredibly peaceful sleep that I was enjoying for the second night in a row.
Another night without falling out of bed.
I’m beginning to think that perhaps maybe Andrew is a good luck charm in warding off that dream of mine.

My mind recalls the events of last night, bringing a smile to my face. My skin tingles as Andrew runs his fingers up and down my side. I remember the feel of his lips on my body, the gentle way he made love to me as he made me come twice, the way I said I love you before I drifted off to sleep . . .

Holy shit, what did I do? Did I really? No, I couldn’t have. I wouldn’t have. Panic grips my heart as I recall the fuzzy moments before sleep came over me. Shit. I did, in fact, utter those three little words, dropping them like a bomb. And he never responded. He never once said anything back to me or even acknowledged that I said them. Maybe he didn’t hear me. Maybe I’m off the hook and it’ll be like I never said them.

Then the nagging voice that I had pushed away for the last day came back and screamed loudly in my head.
Or maybe he doesn’t feel that way about you.

My eyes are open wide with shock as I fully come awake. I look over and a bright pair of blue eyes is looking back at me. He leans down and softly kisses my lips.

“Good morning, love. How did you sleep?”

The gravelly tone of his voice slowly begins to ignite something inside me. I tamp it down because I’m still trying to sort out the warring emotions inside my head.

“Good. How about you?” I bite my lip as I watch the smile brighten his whole entire face.

“It was the best sleep I’ve ever had because I woke up next to a hazel-eyed angel still naked in my bed.”

I flush at his comment as his arms wrap around me tighter. He has to return my feelings. I mean everything he said yesterday and what we did last night . . . that has to count for something, right? Okay, so he didn’t exactly say he loved me nor did he ever sound like he was going to, but still. The signs are all there, right?

Oh God, I’ve made this whole thing up in my head, haven’t I? Humiliation begins to form in the back of my mind and I tense in his arms. He must notice the change in me because he pulls back slightly, a frown drawn across his face.

“What’s wrong, love?”

I shake my head. “Nothing. What time is it?”

He looks over at the clock. “It’s around six. We still have a few hours before we have to get back to the hotel.”

His lips trail down my throat and I suppress the whimper that threatens to come out. I try to pull away from his arms, but he holds on tighter.

“Are you trying to get away from me?”

He laughs against my skin as his lips continue their journey. I wiggle some more and it causes his head to pull up.

“No, nothing like that. I just, um, have to use your bathroom.”

I play with the edge of the sheet and watch the smile crawl across his face. Doubts still clog my brain, trying to desperately remember if he ever said anything last night.

“Yes, of course. Take your time. Feel free to help yourself to anything you find in the bathroom.”

His fingers comb through my hair and I begin to let my guard down a little. Maybe I’m over-thinking this again. Which I know I have a tendency to do when I feel stressed or unsure. He kisses the end of my nose as I sit up and throw my legs over the side of the bed.

His phone beeps on the nightstand next to him. I watch his brows furrow together as he reads the message. Who would be texting him this early in the morning?

It’s none of my business,
I remind myself as I walk into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I stare at my reflection in the mirror and tilt my head to the side. There’s a new glow to me that wasn’t there yesterday. My skin has a beautiful pink hue to it like it’s in a permanent state of blush. But then my brain reminds me of my verbal mistake from last night and how he never responded.

Maybe I am just a one night stand for him, a conquest to get into his bed before I leave. A stray tear falls from the corner of my eye as the harsh reality of my situation comes to light. I opened myself up to him last night and he didn’t return it.

I root around in the drawers of his vanity, looking for a spare toothbrush. Surely he must keep a few around. And I found it, along with about five others. A stockpile of toothbrushes still sitting in their packages lines the bottom of the drawer. Why would one person need that many toothbrushes? One or two spares I could see but five? Unless . . . unless he has many overnight guests that would need them in the morning.

Bile rises in my throat, threatening to come out at any moment. I need to shut off my brain because if I don’t I will drive myself insane.

“You’re reading too much into this Tessa,” I whisper to my reflection. She scowls at me and sticks her tongue out. Man, my reflection is a grumpy bitch this morning.

The high I was on slowly dissipates as I freshen up and start the water running in the shower. Maybe getting clean will help remove the doubts out of my brain. At the very least it’ll relax me a little.

A soft knock on the door startles me a little and I watch as Andrew’s head peeks around the corner. He looks at me with that same feral need from last night and my thighs instinctively press together.

He chuckles at my reaction as he opens the door more, walking into the now steamy bathroom and standing before me in all his naked glory.

Holy. Fuck.

He’s perfect. No, he’s more than perfect but I’m not sure there’s a word that can accurately describe him at this moment. I mean, I saw him last night, but the light was muted. But here in the brightness of the bathroom I get my first real glimpse of Andrew’s naked form.

And. It. Is. Amazing.

My eyes travel across the vast expanse of muscle and tanned skin. The shadow of stubble on his jaw adds to his sex appeal as I trace every inch of him with my gaze. I feel like I’m drooling as I slowly travel down his chest, his stomach, his . . . holy shit how did that thing fit inside me last night?

He laughs and moves slowly toward me. My eyes follow the sway of his body as it gets closer and closer to me. My lip disappears between my teeth and I swear the temperature in the room has increased about twenty degrees. The steam of the shower surrounds us, creating a fog that mimics my clouded mind. I just can’t think when he’s standing there naked in front of me, causing a rush of heat and wetness to build between my legs.

“So I thought maybe I’d join you in the shower and promote water conservation.” He leans in close and my breath hitches as his lips graze my ear. “The best part about getting clean is the fun you have getting dirty again. And right now as I look at you leaning against the counter of my vanity wearing nothing but that dazzling smile of yours, I want nothing more than to get you dirty.”

Andrew guides us behind the glass wall and adjusts the temperature of the water so we don’t scald ourselves. His hands travel along the planes of my body before coming to grip the soft flesh of my hips. I look up into his eyes and decide to just lose myself and worry about the consequences later. My hands frame his face as I pull his mouth down to my own. The kiss is soft yet there’s an underlying hunger in it, one that feeds my need for him as my tongue traces his upper lip.

“God, Tessa,” he says against my mouth. Suddenly his hands move to cup my behind, lifting me off my feet and pinning me against the slick tiled wall. I wrap my legs around his narrow waist, feeling his erection press against my needy core. His lips travel along my neck and collarbone, nipping and sucking as I cling to his shoulders while pushing my head back against the wall.

His mouth encircles one of my nipples and I cry out from the sheer bolt of pleasure. My back arches away from the wall, letting him draw it further into his mouth. I grip his hair, holding him to me as he switches to the other breast, giving it the same attention and causing the same unbridled reaction in my body.

The tightening in my belly has me rocking against him, seeking out some kind of relief. He nuzzles between my breasts and I can feel his smile against my skin.

“Andrew, please,” I beg. I don’t know how much more I can take of the sweet torture he’s exuding on my body. The need for him to be inside me is so great that I can’t even feel the water beating against our skin anymore. I feel nothing except Andrew.

He adjusts his position, putting the head of his cock directly at my slick entrance. “You ready, love?” he asks, looking deep into my eyes to make sure that I’m ready.

I nod my head as the words get caught in my throat. Within seconds, the world feels like it’s falling away from me as I feel every inch of him filling me. My tight inner walls grip him greedily as he slowly pushes deeper and deeper inside me.

My elongated moan echoes against the walls of the shower when he’s finally buried to the hilt. He buries his face in my neck, slightly biting down on my shoulder as he stills, allowing my body to adjust to him. My breaths are short and panting so I cling to him more, pulling him closer, needing to feel every part of him.

He finally begins moving in his slow, lazy rhythm; bringing me slowly to the edge I want to freely jump off of just to feel the sheer high it brings. His fingers dig into the soft flesh of my behind as he picks up his tempo, thrusting me further up the slick wall. I squeeze my eyes shut as I try to hold off on my impending orgasm, waiting to tip off the edge until he’s ready to fly with me.

His breaths are sharp against my neck and I can feel him swell even more inside me. He’s right there, ready for me. That thought alone has my legs clenching around his waist even more as I let go and erupt around him, crying out his name as I fall into oblivion. Andrew follows right behind me, pouring himself into me as he grunts into my shoulder while simultaneously nipping and sucking against my skin.

Stars appear as well as the lightheaded feeling that I wish for, allowing my mind to blank and do nothing but feel this moment. But the moment is lost as he pulls out of me, placing me on my feet again while still pressing my body against the wall.

I tilt my head up to look at him and he breaks my heart with his smile. A smile that I’m going to miss as the cruel reality catches up to me again.

“I do love making you dirty Tessa. I wish we could stay here all day and do nothing but get lost in each other’s bodies.”

I force the smile upon my face as I lick a stray drop of water sliding down his neck. “Me too. I can’t believe today is the day.”