Just Say Yes (Just Say Yes #2) (15 page)

Finally, he was getting the not-so-subtle hints I was throwing at him. His arms went around me and he pulled me into a kiss that ignited my entire body on fire. How did I go almost an entire month without touching this man? We devoured each other with our mouths, tongues warm and wet, exploring.

His hands slid down my back, then further down to grip my bare ass as he slowly pulled my hips forward to crush me against his erection. My hands made their way back up his shirt and slipped it off over his head. He needed to be naked as quickly as possible. I was done waiting.

“You will never know how much I’ve missed these,” I said as I began to kiss and trace my tongue over the tattoos across his chest. He was still wearing the chain with his parents’ wedding rings. I licked over to his nipple and teased it to harden before sucking it into my mouth.

He drew in a harsh breath. “I love it when you do that,” he murmured hoarsely. I trailed my tongue over to his other nipple and flicked it, then nipped it lightly with my teeth, causing him to groan.

Andy had other body parts I wanted to flick with my tongue so I dropped to my knees. It had been way too long. I pulled off his shoes and socks, his hands automatically entwining his fingers through my hair. Yep, he was ready for it too.

I ran my hands up his thighs, then slowly over his erection to his waistband. Without hesitation, I tugged his pants and boxers down, freeing him. As I worked them down his legs with one hand, the other hand guided his cock into my mouth.

I sucked on him, hard; he was delectable after not tasting him in so long. I looked up at his face as he watched me. His gorgeous blue eyes were already glazed over with lust, which instigated a moan from me. I took him further inside my mouth, then pulled back to tease the head of his cock with my lips and tongue.

His hips jerked slightly and he let out a long breath. “Fuck, Zoey. Stop. Come up here,” he mumbled.

Stop? Why?
I continued what I was doing, but looked up at him, questioning him with my eyes.

“Stand up,” he insisted, putting his hands out to help me up.

“What’s wrong?” I asked breathlessly as I stood.

“Nothing is wrong. I’m not going to muck this up like I did last time, that’s all.”

Instantly, I knew he was referring to the awful night we had before I left. It had been a month and I’d let it go, but apparently he hadn’t. “I want to make it up to you if you’ll let me.” I nodded because if he felt he needed to atone for it, I would let him.

He sat on my bed and pulled me to stand facing him. His eyes roamed my body then back up to meet my eyes. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “I can’t believe you’re finally standing here in front of me.”

His hands on my hips, he trailed kisses from my belly to my breasts. He followed my previous lead and sucked each hardened nipple into his mouth, teasing them mercilessly with his lips and tongue.

My arms wrapped around his shoulders, where I gently grazed his back and neck with my fingertips. One hand still on my hip, he slid his other hand between my legs to massage my clit. I was aching and so hot for him I nearly had an orgasm the second he touched me. I let my head fall slowly forward, pressing my forehead to his. I breathed in the scent of his shampoo and tangled my fingers in his short hair.

“Please, I need you now,” I whispered against his lips. He pushed himself further back onto the bed, lifting me to straddle his lap. My knees sat on either side of his hips, and my breasts pressed against his muscular chest.

He positioned me over the head of his long, thick cock and I slowly eased down onto him. I hadn’t been with anyone since Rob, or anyone as large, so my body slowly stretched to accommodate his size. I lowered myself a few inches then raised back up enough to where he almost slipped out.

“Zoey,
please
…it’s been too long,” he groaned as he grasped my hips and guided me back down, then up again.

Andy slowly eased himself further inside me each time. It was pure ecstasy. He stopped pulling me down, but my body craved for him to fill me. I lowered myself until I couldn’t take anymore of him. I rocked my hips forward, sliding up and down, taking more of him inside me each time.

He liked it so much he gripped my hips hard, urging me to do it repeatedly. “Fuck, that feels so good,” he growled.

We found our desperate rhythm and began kissing again, his hands gripping my hips. As I raised and lowered myself on him, using my arms around his neck and shoulders for balance, my nipples grazed his hard, muscular chest, causing the most glorious vibrations to trail between them to where our bodies joined.

He slipped a hand between us and found me with his fingertips. He began to stroke me lightly. I yearned for more, so I moved faster. Each time I lowered myself, his fingers bumped my clit harder, sending the most erotic sensations through me. He began breathing faster and buried his face in the crook of my neck.

“Mmm, Zoey,” he moaned in between his quick breaths. The sounds coming from him and the sensation of his moan rumbling in his chest against mine sent me over the edge.

I gasped and rolled my head back, my body burning and clenching around him as my orgasm reached its peak. He flicked his tongue over my hardened nipple and then sucked it delicately.
Oh my God.
He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close, slightly rotating his hips until my orgasm subsided.

My legs were tired from the sudden exertion, and I could barely move. As he slowly slid himself out of me, I nearly had another orgasm from the leftover sensations still pulsing deep inside me.

“Lie back for me, Beautiful,” he said calmly. His voice was sweet and soothing.

“My legs are shaking so bad, I can’t get up just yet,” I giggled.

“It’s alright. I’ve got you.”

He lifted me slightly and guided himself back inside me. My arms still around his neck, he stood up, holding my legs around his hips, then laid me gently on the bed. He eased me onto my back, never moving his lips from mine.

Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion.

The weight of him on me felt like heaven. His elbows propped him up just enough, so it wasn’t too much. I adored the fact that I could watch his beautiful face while he made love to me.

“I love you, Zoey,” he said as he started slowly thrusting his hips.

My legs were still shaking when I pulled his face down to kiss him. “I love you, too,” I whispered as our bodies moved together in a slow, easy pace.

His eyes went from a bright blue to a faded blue, dripping with lust. The song “Fallen Empires” crossed my mind as I watched his face. He rose back up on his elbows just enough and started thrusting his hips harder and slightly faster. All the while, his eyes burned in to mine. I could not look away and neither could he. Forgetting about my shaking legs, I ground my heels down on the bed, thrusting my hips up to meet his.

Balancing on his elbow and forearm, he reached down with his other hand to grasp me behind the knee. He pulled my leg up to wrap it around the back of his thigh so he could deepen his thrusts. His lips found mine then traveled south to torture my breasts.

“Andy, that feels so good. Don’t stop,” I gasped. He continued driving into me and slowly started rotating his hips, so he was grinding against me. He would do it every few times he would thrust.

His breath came in quick, short huffs and I knew he was close. I was close to coming again from watching him. Wondering what he would do, I ran my nails lightly down his back, careful not to scratch him too hard.

“Fuck, do it again, Zoey,” he gasped and thrust harder.

I did it again. “
Harder
…” he groaned.

So I did as he asked, much harder that time. It turned him on, so it turned me on.

He rotated his hips again, and another orgasm began to pulsate inside me. He gave one final thrust as my body tightened hard around him, then collapsed on top of me, his own orgasm taking over.

“Ahhh fuck, Zoey...”
His cock throbbed as he came. His hips continued to rotate until my orgasm faded and every last drop of him was inside me.

Andy groaned against me, his breath cooling my sweat-slicked neck…was I dreaming? I was in the freaking bathtub thirty minutes ago, and now I lay shaking, completely spent, with a gorgeous, sweaty man on top of me. I couldn’t have been happier.

We laid there catching our breath, with his head next to mine on the pillow as he playfully nibbled on my neck and the ticklish area just behind my ear. He gave me one last kiss on the cheek before he finally rose up on his elbows.

“Hi, Beautiful,” he said, alternating kisses between my lips and cheeks as I squirmed beneath him. “I feel like I’m crushing you.” He rolled off me and pulled me on top of him, where I rested my cheek on his tattooed chest.

“I don’t know what brought you down here, but I’m glad it did.”

He lazily stroked my back with his fingertips as his heart rapidly beat against my cheek. “Zoey,
you
brought me here. Our conversation a while back, when you told me you would love to relax with me on the beach, even if it was for only one day…it sounded amazing. Then you sent me the text with the ‘New York’ song. I talked to your dad the next day to see if he would give me today off. I busted my ass since then at work to get all my jobs done so I could fly out this afternoon. Now here we are.”

I rested my hand under my chin across his chest to look him in the eyes. “Thank you. I’m happy you’re here. We have the whole house to ourselves until Sunday.”

He turned his wrist to look at his watch. “Actually, we need to get out of here. We have reservations.”

I eyed him inquiringly. “What do you mean
reservations
?”

He reached up, pulled the chain off over his head, and unclasped it, sliding his parents’ wedding rings off.

“What are you doing?” I asked. He pulled my left hand out from under my chin and slipped the smaller of the two rings onto my ring finger.

“Andy?”

He grinned. “Don’t freak out, but I made reservations at one of the resorts here for tonight and tomorrow night. It’s all inclusive, private beaches, and I booked the honeymoon suite. We don’t have to leave the resort at all if we don’t want to.”

I was speechless. I sat up, wrapping the bed sheet around myself.

“So, for the rest of the weekend, we’ll be Mr. and Mrs. Andrew J. Tate,” he said.

“Andy, this belonged to your mom. I don’t want to lose it.” I tried to pull the ring off, but he took my hand in his to stop me.

“No, please don’t take it off, Zoey. It’s only for the weekend, I promise. It’ll look funny if we’re not wearing rings while checking in to the honeymoon suite. That’s all.”

He handed me his dad’s ring and held his left hand out for me to put it onto his finger. Silently, I slid it on him then brushed my lips over the ring. “I love you.”

Andy sat up then patted his lap, so I moved over to sit on him. I wrapped the bed sheet around us and he held me tightly as he combed his fingers through my still damp hair. “Please don’t take this the wrong way, but how can you afford to do all of this? It was last minute travel, so I know it wasn’t cheap.” Suddenly, I felt horrible for asking. “Sorry that sounded bad, didn’t it?”

He laughed. “No, it’s fine. Let’s just say, I’ve been thinking about some things in my life while you’ve been gone. For one, I opened the box from New Zealand and found the rings, and I know if you thought about it for a second, you’d realize where the money came from for the trip.”

The money from the life insurance.
Andy previously mentioned he hadn’t touched a penny of it since he received it ten years ago.

“Good for you,” I said. “I’m glad you’re doing something you wanted to do with the money. I know you would rather have your family, but it’s there if you need it for anything. I’m happy for you.”

The conversation was getting a little heavy, but we were both fine with it. He had changed in the last month, right along with me.

“Zoey, I can’t think of anything I’d rather spend all of my money on than you and me. Now let’s get to the resort so we can get back in bed.”

With a chuckle and a smack to my ass, he practically shoved me off the bed to take a quick shower together. He made sure we only washed ourselves instead of each other, because we both knew where it would lead. Not that either of us would’ve minded, but apparently we had somewhere to be.

I packed a few different outfits into Andy’s half-empty carry-on suitcase and we headed to the resort in his rental car. Sitting in the passenger seat of a brand new Camaro, with my hands folded on my lap, my fingers spun the wedding band around my finger.

“It feels weird having a wedding ring on again,” I admitted. “I mean, I know it’s not for real, but…”

“Yeah, it does feel strange, doesn’t it?” he replied, glancing at his left hand.

All I could do was smile. I was thrilled he was there with me in Cabo for the next two days. Andy surprising me, just having very intense, almost desperate sex, was a huge step in our relationship, and I was so very ready for it.