With a Twist (Last Call #4)(51)

I kiss her back, softly and sweetly. When our lips part, I say with a grin, "You must not have known many nice men."

Immediately, I know it's the wrong thing to have said because it's like a shutter comes down over her eyes, and she pulls back from me slightly. I don't let her withdraw though, tightening my hold around her waist.

"What's wrong?" I ask quietly. "Why did that bother you?"

She shakes her head, gives me a tremulous smile, and warmth is back in her eyes again. "It's nothing. Just a bad experience with a man. Silly, really."

Andrea leans back in to kiss me again, but I pull my head back to avoid her lips. Bringing up one hand, I encircle it around her throat and stroke her skin with my thumb. "Not silly. What happened?"

She doesn't respond, choosing instead to dip her ear toward her shoulder before leaning in to kiss me on my neck. Her tongue flicks out, then her teeth scrape along my skin, which causes my dick to start getting hard. I try to mentally demand my erection to stand down, but then Andrea dips her pelvis and grinds herself against me.

Full. Fucking. Hard-on.

Just like that.

"Christ, woman," I growl and move the hand around her throat to the back of her head so I can grab a fistful of hair. Tugging, her head falls back and her breasts push outward. It's all I the invitation I need before I'm leaning down and closing my mouth over one bikini-clad globe. Her nipple pebbles hard and I latch my teeth on it, giving a slight tug.



       
         
       
        

Andrea's arms clamp tight around my head, pinning me to her breast as she moans, "Oh."

I surge to my feet, bringing her with me. Her legs lock around me tight and my hands come up to squeeze and hold onto her ass. Spinning toward the sliding glass door, I'm there in two strides.

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."