The Trouble with Marrying a Movie Star (29 page)

I started to chop the pineapple, taking bites out of the chunks, and moaned in satisfaction at its freshness. I was so focused with cutting and eating that when the pineapple juice started to run down my arm, I didn't notice that Andrew was now standing next me. When he took my arm and stuck out his tongue, licking upward starting from my elbow to my wrist, my mouth dropped open. My heart started to beat through my chest, and all I could do was to stare at him and blink.

When Andrew's tongue reached my wrist, he closed his eyes and moaned out, "Delicious."

My heart stopped.

I placed the knife down that was in my other hand and pushed him up against the refrigerator door. I had had enough. I was all for talking and getting things right between us. I wanted to work things out with Andrew, and I was ready to do everything I could to make us work.
But
the no sex thing had made me insane. The man was trying my patience, and the entire time on the flight here, I had wanted to pull him into the bathroom and take him thoroughly. It had been a very, very, long time, and the fact that Andrew was walking sex didn't help. Like I said before, we didn't have problems in the bedroom, but if I didn't get a taste of him soon, I would explode. Combust into flames. Andrew was hot, and the look of hunger on his face almost made me have an orgasm right there.

We stared at each other for a sexually charged minute. His eyes burned into mine, and I was about to attack when he placed a hand on my shoulder. "Andria, I wasn't thinking. I told you I would wait."

What?

"Andrew. I want you."

I could feel his hand start to shake. "I want us to work."

The conviction in his voice came out loud and clear, while the passion in his eyes spoke volumes. I pushed into his hand and whispered. "I want you to touch me."

Andrew tightly shut his eyes and took a few deep breaths before saying, "Why don't we grab something to eat."

My heart dropped. "You don't want me?"

"Oh no…I want you.
Now.
On the floor, the counter, that chair, over there against the wall." He pointed every place out as he spoke.

My now tingly buds stood up in full attention from his words.

"
But
, we still have a lot to talk about."

"Talking is overrated." I blew out.

He smirked and narrowed his eyes at me. "You don't mean that."

"Oh, I do!"

I wasn't sure what Andrew saw in my eyes, but he said, "Baby, I want to take you to dinner."

He stepped aside. I turned around, now incredibly worked up, and a bit pissed off. "Are you telling me that you just licked me, got me hot and bothered, and you're going to leave me hanging?"

He snickered. "I wasn't doing it on purpose. I had a moment of weakness. You are the one who suggested we put a hold on the sex, remember?"

"So this is punishment?"

"No.
This
is me trying to do the right thing. I apologize for my moment of weakness. Let me make it up to you." I smiled and slinked my way to him. He shook his head and added, "By taking you to dinner. Go get your things." I watched as he turned and left the room.

Augh!

That man makes me so angry, I thought as I sat down for a while to mope. Andrew walked back in freshly changed in a pair of fitted blue jeans and a white button down shirt with his sleeves rolled up. Dark sunglasses shaded his eyes, while his windblown hair looked as if he had just been...Ugh! I was jealous of his hair. I wanted to be—.

"You coming baby?"

Yes!

We spent the next morning sightseeing. After, Andrew and I stopped along a narrow road at a garlic shrimp shack that was one of his favorites. He and his family had spent a lot of time on the island when he was growing up. It was a warm getaway from the cold weather, and he knew a few local places.

We sat at a picnic table, peeling shrimp while garlic juice dripped down my hand. I jokingly offered him some, but he said not to tempt him. I laughed so hard at his expression. You could clearly tell Andrew was regretting not taking me up on my offer yesterday. I felt bad for him, but that quickly went away. He
could
have had me.

"Did I tell you Jason Morretti called?"

"The actor?"

He popped another shrimp in his mouth. "Brittney seems to be testing the waters on how much pull I have in the industry. She is talking about getting me off of my next project. I guess I'm hard to work with," he chuckled.

I shook my head. "I swear, she is going to make me hurt her, and why talk to him?"

He took a drink from his beer before answering. "He seems to be the flavor of the month, and apparently she thinks he has more clout in the industry. He hasn't worked in over three years. She's barking up the wrong tree."

I stopped eating. "Do you know that every time you tell me these things, it makes you seem dumber that you two were ever together?"

He took another drink, before tilting his head and narrowing his eyes at me. "Like I said, it wasn't serious. Anyway, most guys aren't thinking about the woman's brain when—"

He stopped himself mid-sentence.

"When
what
?" He stayed silent. "Cat got your tongue, baby?" I asked leaning forward.

"I wasn't thinking," he breathed out shaking his head more to himself.

I laughed and leaned back. "I'll let that one slide. Do you think it's just guys? I can't tell you how many times I wanted to do—"

"Who! Who did you want to do?" Saying as he slammed his beer down on the table.

"It goes both ways. Just saying."

"It better not be that asshole I saw you with at the club."

That's when I realized Andrew didn't know that the man he had seen me with at the club had been Ethan. I was going to tell him, but decided I had better wait. "I can't believe that bitch is still trying to stir problems."

As much as Andrew tried to handle her, and even threatened to go as far up as Grant, she would do anything to keep her claws in him. She had been in the business longer than Andrew and had made many allies.

"I thought you would do it, baby," he said out of the blue with a chuckle.

"Do what?"

"Get gangster on her ass." He laughed harder.

I found nothing humorous, and Andrew stopped laughing when I gave him a deadpan look. "I would. And I will if I have too. Remember that."

He tilted his head staring, as he leaned back and said. "Damn! Is it strange that I think that is hot?"

The day after was spent relaxing, and I took a nap while Andrew tested the waters. I knew Elena had surfboards, but I didn't know that Andrew could surf. When I woke up, I walked out onto the beach and saw him paddling toward the horizon. I sat down and watched as he stumbled up, and gained his balance while he rode the wave. He had done this a few times, before he noticed that I was watching him. When he walked out of the water, carrying his board, my girly bits cried out. I had seen Andrew naked and wet, freshly out of the shower before, but seeing him in wet hanging boy shorts that hung passed his happy trail while he flipped his sexy, wet hair out of his face…I died. I couldn't take much more of this.

Andrew walked up smiling from ear to ear and asked me if I had seen him. He looked carefree and I saw a very different side of him. The moment we stepped off the plane, I felt a heavy weight being lifted from both of us. No more environmental stresses. It was just him and me.

He sat down next to me and started on about the different waves he had experienced. I listened, and enjoyed seeing the excitement on his face. He told me he had always wanted to learn to surf and had taken a few lessons when he was a kid. Nowadays, when he has the time, he tries to go out some mornings in the summer. Since his schedule is compact, he hasn't done so in a long while, but he wants to make more time for it. He asked me if I wanted to learn, and I said yes. He said that he would set up lessons while we were here.

Andrew went back into the water to show me more of his moves. My stomach hurt from laughing so hard while I watched him. Andrew would have this serious look on his face, concentrating hard when he rode. The smile was wiped off my face the moment I thought about that. I'd seen that face before...when he was riding something else. I quickly shook my head out of the sex-induced fog, got up, and yelled to Andrew that I was going inside. I then ran through the cold water that dripped from the outside shower.

Andrew came in soon afterward and told me that he was taking me out to dinner. He showered and changed in the other room, giving me some time to get ready. I thought he was going to finally sleep with me tonight, when I saw his clothes in the same room as mine, but he came in and grabbed them, before he left for the other room.

The past week had been well needed, and every night Andrew had planned something special. But this night, when I stepped out of the bedroom, I felt an electrical charge in the air. The sun was setting, and soft lighting illuminated the house. I heard local music playing softly in the background, as I called out for Andrew, but he didn't respond. When I walked toward the living area, I noticed that the doors were open. The entire living area's windows were also open, connecting the house to the sea.

I stepped out onto the patio and noticed lights flickering in the distance. When I turned my head slightly to the right, I noticed a trail of candles leading out to the beach. I followed the trail of lights to the most romantic sight that I had seen since the night that Andrew had proposed. I started to play nervously with my engagement ring, very aware that I had not returned it to Andrew since I had requested it back in New Orleans.

There was a round table to my right covered in white and decorated with tropical flowers. Decorative pillows were scattered on a blanket to the left of the table as tiki torches burned brightly in the night sky.

My eyes watered at the sight that was in front of me, before Andrew appeared with a look of concern. "Are you okay?" I nodded before I grabbed his face and placed my lips onto his. Everything I had been holding in poured out of me in that kiss. I loved this man, and I wanted to show him just how much. 

Andrew let me take control as I planted kisses all over his face. When I took a breath, I smiled at the fact that he had my lip prints everywhere. I laughed and cried at the same time as I tried to wipe it all off. He didn't care and took my hand as he led me to the table, and pulled out my chair. I took a napkin and wiped the rest of the lipstick off as he took hold of my hand. "I love you."

"I love you too, Andrew."

We stared into each other's eyes and the love I had for him continued to spill out of me.

Andrew still looked concerned, as he wiped the tears from my face. "Why are you crying?"

"I can't help it. I love you and this," I looked around at the beautiful scene he had created, "is incredible, and thoughtful, and...oh, you are
so
going to get lucky tonight."

Andrew's eyes beamed wide, and his signature smirk graced his face as he leaned in for a kiss. "I was hoping," he said before kissing me.

I pulled back. "You are a very sneaky man, Mr. Hughes."