With A Twist(50)

My hand falters at the handle to the sliding glass door when Andrea leans in and bites my earlobe, then sucks on it. I make another grab and pull it open hard, surging through. In three more strides, I’m in my bedroom where I toss her down onto the bed.

Following her down, I cover her body with my own and love how her arms automatically wrap around me, and she lifts her mouth… ready for mine.

Our kiss is deep and languid. I swallow the soft moan she places on my tongue, but I need to hear more of that.

It’s an absolute need.

I pull my mouth away from her lips, moving across her jaw, down the slope of her throat. I kiss and softly bite my way to her collarbone, her fingers loosely sift through my hair then hold on to my head. Over the curve of her breast, over to the side and down her ribcage. While I lick at her hipbones, I untie the strings of her bikini bottoms and pull them free.

With just a soft push of my hands, she spreads her legs for me and I put my mouth to work on her. I don’t devour her like I did in the FBI locker room but rather gently feast. Soft licks, tiny flutters of my tongue, gentle strokes of my fingers. Her moans are breathy, sometimes purring low in her throat. It’s fucking sexy as hell to build her up slowly.

When her breathing becomes more shallow… when I know she’s close and just needs a tiny push over the edge, I suck at her hard and feel immensely triumphant when her body spasms as she comes for me.

Then I feel immensely fulfilled when she calls my name softly while her fingers tighten on my head and tremors continue to ripple through her.

Christ… she’s fucking beautiful.

Planting a soft kiss just above her pubic bone, I kiss my way back up her body. Her eyes are closed but when she feels me settle over her, they slowly open and she gives me a satisfied, lazy smile.

“Damn,” she says as she scrapes the nails of one hand down the side of my neck, bringing it down to rest over my thumping heart.

“Like?” I ask with a grin.

She nods coyly at me, and then her hand slides down lower. “Time for me to return the favor.”

I reach down, loosely grab her around the wrist, and tug her hand away. “Not yet. I want to hear more about this man that wasn’t nice to you.”

She blinks at me in surprise, and then her eyes shutter down again. “Not an interesting story.”

“And yet, I’m interested,” I tell her firmly as I prop myself above her on my elbows.

“Seriously, Wyatt,” she says in exasperation and pushes at my chest. I don’t budge an inch. “It’s stupid really. Nothing to even waste my breath over.”

Leaning down, I push back against her and drag my lips over hers. She opens her mouth, and I stroke my tongue against hers before pulling back. “Andrea… you taste yourself on my tongue just now? I had my mouth on your pussy and you came hard for me. Nothing you could say to me would ever be stupid or a waste of breath.”

I wish I had a camera to take a picture of her face at this moment because her eyes flare wide… disbelieving, and then they immediately melt into warmth as she realizes what I just said to her.

Her hand comes up. Touching her palm to my face, she whispers, “You seriously want to hear my sad tale?”

I nod with a smile. “Yes. And why wouldn’t you want me to hear it?”

“Because I don’t want you to think I’m weak… or stupid… or pathetic.”

I grin at her big, lean down again, give her a swift kiss, and then roll to my back pulling her with me. When she settles on top, her arms crossed over my chest, I tell her, “You’re fucking adorable when you get all soft and vulnerable. But I could never think you’re weak, stupid, or pathetic. So lay it on me.”

Blowing out a breath and raking her hand through her long hair, she huffs, “Fine.”

Pushing against my chest for leverage, Andrea sits across my lower stomach and places her palms on her thighs. She looks down at me with clear eyes and determination. I lace my fingers with her and give her a squeeze.

“I’ll give you the short version. I was engaged to a guy… in Pittsburgh. I thought he was it. The one. He broke off the engagement about three weeks prior to me going undercover with you.”

I tense slightly that just a few months ago, she belonged to another man, but I give her hands another encouraging squeeze because I want to hear all of it.

“Why did he break it off?” I ask.

She looks at me directly… her chin tilted up and defiance in her eyes. “Because I had applied to the Behavioral Research and Instruction Unit of the FBI. They’re based in Quantico and he didn’t want to leave Pittsburgh. He asked me to pull the application and when I refused, he called off the engagement. Left me. I haven’t heard from him since.”