His breath left him in a rush as he took in the sight of her. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
“Back at ya, neighbor.” Andi’s lips curved a little, and she reached back to unhook her bra. She let it fall away.
Her small, pert breasts made Hill’s tongue press to the roof of his mouth. He lifted his hand to cup her breast, running his thumb over her dusky nipple and loving the way she shivered at his touch.
“My turn,” she said, her fingers taking hold of the bottom edge of his T-shirt.
He lifted his arms and let her pull off his shirt. Cool air touched his overheated skin, and he watched her expression change as she took in the view. One of the things he liked so much about Andi was that she didn’t play it cool. She didn’t employ a poker face. She wore her feelings proudly, and right now, that look said she wanted him. That look made him forget to be self-conscious about the scars on his chest.
“I’ve had dirty dreams about you that started like this.” Andi tossed his T-shirt onto the floor and stepped fully into his space. “Ever since you opened your door that day without your shirt on.”
Her breasts pressed against his bare skin, and the feel of that silky feminine softness nearly did him in. He cupped her ass, fitting her against his erection. “Yeah? What happens next?”
Her fingers found the waistband of his jeans, making a little space between their bodies, and she unfastened the button. The zipper came down next and she tucked her hand inside his boxer briefs, the velvet touch of her hand wrapping around his cock making him shudder with need.
“You take off the rest of these clothes and show me how to make you feel good,” she said, sounding a little breathless. “You got to taste me. Seems only fair I get afforded the same opportunity.”
Show me. Taste me. He closed his eyes, a roll of hell yes moving through him. When he opened his eyes again, she was watching him, waiting. Part of him wanted to be the nice guy, tell her she didn’t need to do anything for him, having her in his bed was enough. But the way Andi was looking at him told him what he needed to know. She wouldn’t be asking if she didn’t want to try it. She wasn’t offering this as a favor. She said she wanted to torture him back. He wasn’t going to stop her.
He slipped her hand out of his pants and walked backward toward the foot of the bed. “I can do that.”
He sat on the edge and pulled off his shoes and socks. When he shifted to take off his jeans, it took an inner pep talk before he could go for it. But after a few seconds of mental gymnastics, he bit the bullet and pulled his jeans and underwear down his thighs and off, exposing the insistent state of his cock but also revealing his residual limb and prosthesis.
He looked up, bracing himself for Andi’s reaction. Her gaze tracked over him, gliding along his abdomen, lingering on his erection, and then continuing downward where his lower leg transitioned from flesh to mechanical device. Her attention glided back up to his face, her eyes unreadable, and she lowered herself to her knees. She braced her hands on his thighs and leaned in to kiss him. The kiss was long and deep, and he lost himself in it for a moment, his hand going to the back of her neck.
When she pulled back, she met his gaze. “I know this is hard for you, but you’re luscious. Every bit of you. I would pin your photo on my wall and draw hearts on it.”
He glanced away. “Andi, you don’t need to—”
“No, I want you to really hear me.” She slid her fingertips over the scars on his abdomen, tracing the raised skin there. “When I look at you, I see strength and bravery.” Her hand tracked lower, wrapping around his cock and making him forget everything else for a second. “I see a man.” Her hand moved down to his thigh, making its way over the sock that protected his limb below his knee to where his prosthesis connected. “I see a superhero who risked his own life to help others. Who literally gave up part of his body for it.” She braced her hands back on his thighs. “And I think you’re sexy as fuck.”
He released a breath and cupped her face. “Thank you.”
Her mouth tipped up at one corner. “You may want to hold that thanks for later. I’m about to do more than compliment you.” She glanced down pointedly and then back up to him, heat in her eyes. “Show me what you like.”
His stomach muscles flexed in anticipation as Andi lowered her head, hovering above his cock. He didn’t want to blink, afraid to miss one second of this beautiful woman giving him pleasure. “It’s hard to mess this up. Touch me wherever you want,” he said, his voice a croak in his throat. “While you use your mouth. Don’t do anything you’re not into.”
She gripped the base of his cock with her hand, her breath hot on the damp head, and smiled. “That, I can guarantee you.”
The words were exactly what he needed to hear. He got off knowing his partner was enjoying herself, that she wanted to be doing what she was doing because it gave her pleasure, too. He damn sure had enjoyed going down on her.
Hill watched as Andi’s lips closed over the head of his cock, the warmth of her mouth and tongue nearly making him cry out. It’d been so long. So. Long. Since a woman had touched him like this, tasted him, and the fact that it was Andi made it all the more intense. Her trust in him was the ultimate aphrodisiac. He threaded his hands in her hair, the soft red strands cascading over his knuckles, and he watched her.
She was taking her time, sucking him slowly, using the tip of her tongue to tease the crown, driving him out of his mind, and just when he’d get on the edge of orgasm and his grip on her hair would tighten, she’d back off. She pulled away briefly, sending him a wicked look, and then she dipped down and ran her tongue along his balls.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his belly dipping as he tried to maintain control. “I’m not sure you needed instruction. You’re going to kill me.”
She laughed softly and peeked up at him. “I don’t have a lot of experience with this, but I read a lot of dirty books. A single girl can’t survive by vibrator alone.”
He smiled. “God bless dirty books.”
“Amen. Hallelujah,” she said right before taking him into her mouth again and making his eyes roll back in his head.
He couldn’t hold himself up anymore. He fell back onto his elbows and closed his eyes, the wet heat of Andi’s mouth putting him into some trancelike state. But when she cupped his balls and took him deep to the back of her throat, he nearly levitated off the bed. He reached out, cradling her face, and easing back. “On the bed, Andi.”
She sat back on her calves, lips slick and eyes a little dazed. He liked that look, like she was blissed out, too. He reached for her, helping her to her feet. Goddamn she looked like a fantasy—hair mussed, beautifully naked, skin flushed. How the hell had he gotten so lucky? The sweet, funny woman who’d baked him brownies, the one he’d try to scare off with rudeness, had just given him the blow job of his life and now was going to be in his bed.