More than that, though, they talked. She was smart and funny, and she obviously spent a great deal of time on her tech, because she was full of thoughts and opinions. What did he think of this news story, what were his thoughts on this new government policy, did he know that this country was in the middle of a coup? He found it refreshing in the extreme to hear her opinions, to speak with someone outside of his close circle. It was all so fucking confusing! Never had he spent so much time with one woman. Never had he felt the need to constantly do so.
He found himself thinking about her at odd moments. Wondering what she was up to. Texting and emailing her to ascertain her whereabouts. More often than not, she was in the apartment, surfing the net, watching a movie. Other times she wandered the area. Down to the park, across to the market. She did not shop properly as far as he could tell, despite the fact he’d had her cards delivered with huge limits against them. And she never mentioned seeing anyone outside of him. He wondered if she met with her sisters, or any of her friends, but she never spoke of it, and he did not ask.
They were in a bubble.
A bubble that held just the two of them.
Twice she’d greeted him with a meal waiting, and though the food had been…less than appetizing…Andros had found himself eating it anyway. Wanting to please her.
Like she pleased him.
Fuck.
Never had he been so confused. He had no idea what to make of the situation.
“Let me get that for you?”
Andros turned, pulled from his turbulent thoughts, to see a blonde next to him. She was smiling and flicking her hair. Lyra flicked her hair. It was one of her little gestures; she did it often.
“Excuse me?”
“The drink,” the blonde said. “I’d like to buy it for you.”
Andros frowned. “And why would you wish that?”
“So we could drink together,” she said, her smile widening.
A come on. His frown deepened even as a memory nudged him. He’d seen this woman before. “Have we met?”
“At Mark’s party,” she said, her smile widening even more if that was possible. “I didn’t think you’d remember.”
She’d chased him all night. Of course he remembered. “I do indeed remember,” he said quickly. “And I prefer to buy my own drinks.”
“Why?” she asked. “You’re here alone.”
She moved closer, her hand settling on his arm. The nails were glinting in the light, fake probably, like her hair and her tits. He growled. Lyra was perfectly real in every way, so why would this woman even assume he would be interested?
“Remove your hand.”
“Don’t be like that.”
Andros had forgotten over the last several days how persistent women could be. He was used to Lyra now. Lyra, who was open and honest about what she wanted, who took and gave in equal measure. Lyra, who tempted him to stay indoors with her more often than they went out. Who, when they did venture outside, took him to cafes and bars where no one knew who he was, or how big his bank balance might be.
“We can have fun together,” the blonde added.
“I’m taken, sweetheart.”
Those words stayed with him as he made the drive to Lyra’s apartment. How long had it been since he’d spent a night in his own home?
I’m taken…
He wasn’t sure why he’d said them, what they even meant, but they echoed in his mind and prodded him. By the time he arrived he was hard as fuck, and wanted nothing more than to bury himself in Lyra’s waiting wetness. The website guys, the blonde, all of it annoyed him. The whole day had annoyed him, and he needed to forget it all inside of her.
She was curled up on the couch, dressed in pajamas, and though Andros raised an eyebrow at the little hearts splattered all over them, he said nothing, simply lifted her up and pulled her into his arms.
He kissed her furiously, part desire, part annoyance giving his movement a hard edge, though he did not understand where that annoyance was coming from. After a moment it didn’t even matter. Her lips were so soft, so plump. He worked them and nipped them, found her tongue and suckled on the tip of it, desire—hard and hot—shooting straight to his cock.
He began to undo the buttons of her shirt, his other hand reaching around to squeeze her ass, and so clouded was he with lust, he didn’t hear her words at first.
“Andros…we can’t tonight.”
Just a few more buttons before her perfect, natural breasts, were in his palms…
“Andros!” Lyra pulled her lips from his and placed a finger on his lips. “Stop. We can’t.”
He found her gaze and shook his head, puzzled by her words. “I want you. What do you mean we can’t?”