The grip felt rock solid, though.
ANDREW COULDN’T BRING himself to let go of Gwen’s hand. Perhaps the assignment in Milan wasn’t the deal-breaker he had originally made it out to be.
He wanted Gwen. Period. Exactly how, beyond another amazing night in her arms, he had no idea.
He’d let nature take its course. He’d let destiny guide him. If she were the one, and he hoped to hell she was, it would happen.
“What do you...what do you want to do now, Andrew?” she asked, her head tilted in a seductive way.
“I’d rather show you, than tell you.” Squeezing her hand, he said, “Come with me.”
In her dressing room, he finally let go of her hand. She took a few steps inside, and then turned around. She straightened her back, projecting those amazing breasts. They looked so perfect in that damn dress, and he was ready to become reacquainted with everything underneath. His arm wound around her waist, tugging her body against his. Soft against hard. The fingers of his free hand cradled her chin, gently pulling it to a more upright angle.
“Is this okay?” he asked and held his breath.
“So okay,” she answered, letting her own breath go.
As he bent down to kiss her, their eyes connected, her lids lowered, and her mouth widened to a smile.
His lips brushed against hers, gentle at first, but eagerness ate through him. His tongue slid slowly into her mouth and found hers, soft, wet, and equally ready for him. Every cell in his body came alive.
“Gwen,” he said. “Oh, Gwen.” He opened his mouth for air, but didn’t want to waste the time away from her lips. I missed you.
He backed up into the makeup chair, and without coaxing she fell into his lap, her legs spread wide.
“Oh!” she cried out.
“What?”
“The chair’s arm handles, they’re cold.”
He looked down. The backs of her thighs rested on the metal edges. Andrew smiled and slid both hands under her knees, lifting her so she wouldn’t experience any discomfort. With his hands occupied at the moment, he kissed her neck and ran his lips under her jawline. Her fingers threaded through the back of his hair. He settled her on his lap and put her down just enough to rub against his fired-up erection.
“My, my, Mr. Morgan.” Her voice deepened to a husky drawl.
“My, my is right, boys and girls,” a voice from the front of the dressing room clucked. “What have I interrupted?”
Gwen jerked around. “Oh, hi Cary.”
Breathless and stunned, Andrew couldn’t push the words get out fast enough.
“I’m just getting my bags. You two kids have fun.” Cary grabbed a black suitcase and winked at Gwen. “Told ya!”
Andrew caught her chin. “Told you what?”
“That you wanted me.”
“Was I that obvious?”
“To him. I wasn’t placing any bets on the matter.”
He looked down. “Because I was a jerk when you first started?”
“That. The whole working together thing. Our one night together.” She smiled and ran a finger across his cheek. The edge of her fingernail teased him, reminding him what else she could do with those nails to his body. “Mostly, I wasn’t sure if you were ready. I have a feeling that first time you weren’t.”
He released a breath. “To go beyond the night we had? No. No matter how amazing it was, and what it did for me physically, and even mentally. Emotionally, I wasn’t ready to take that further. And I wouldn’t do that to someone. But I’m ready, now. For what exactly, I don’t know. But I want you, and I want to try.” His one hand crept up into the back of her hair, while the other slid under her skirt.
The soft, wet, skin Andrew found waiting for him meant Gwen was also quite ready.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
aving sex in a makeup chair with only a thin black curtain to separate Gwen’s writhing body Hfrom hordes of people—people with whom she’d shaken hands and seated earlier—wasn’t the wisest move. Not to mention terribly unprofessional.
Andrew sliding a finger inside her made it impossible to stop. It felt too damn good.
“We should stop,” he said, winded, his eyes dark and wild.
“Wha—? Why?”
“Because you’re moaning a little too loud.” He kissed her neck.
“Was I?”
He nodded and lifted her off the chair, whispering, “Let’s go someplace where you can scream my name as loud as you want.”
Dizzy, she twirled around the dressing room ready to grab everything she’d brought with her. She thanked Andrew’s good sense to have booked one of the JW’s ballrooms for the show. Even if she forgot something behind, she only needed an elevator to go collect it. Not a horrible Uber ride on a crowded L.A. freeway.
“I can’t wait much longer.” Andrew’s lips nuzzled against her ear. His warm body and the way he held her from behind made it easy to leave everything behind.
“I have to collect my stuff,” she said.
He looked down and with one swoop, everything settled neatly in his massive arms. “Got it. Let’s go!”
She checked her appearance in the lighted mirror and made sure her dress wasn’t tucked into her thong. Salvatore’s dress hung on her perfectly, but she looked a little on the disheveled side. With so much going on for the show, no one would notice a few of her hairs out of place.
After a quick peek, as she’d suspected, no one’s eyes were on her dressing room. She was a nobody. They slipped out the closest exit.
Andrew followed close behind until they were in the lobby then his free hand took hers. Just like on the runway, he walked ahead, leading her. Taking her.
The mass of people waiting for the elevators killed her buzz, but a faint ding in the distance, caught her attention. A bellhop pushed a rolling luggage cart down the hall to a maintenance area of the hotel.
“Freight elevator?” she said.
“Whatever gets us upstairs faster.” Andrew spun in a half circle and charged in that direction.
Around the corner, utility aluminum doors closed, but he used his body to stop them. She preferred to bang into him. Once they opened up, she slipped in and jammed her fingers against the panel to close the doors.
A stack of banquet chairs in the corner gave her pause. “I hope that guy wasn’t coming back for these,” she said.
“He’s gonna have to wait,” Andrew said and slid her pile of things on the top chair. He took another and sat, pulling her back on his lap. “Get over here.”
She released a low, throaty laugh. Girls giggle. Women do not. Andrew held her like she’d seen in romantic movies. His strong hands wrapped around her ribcage, his thumbs brushing against the sides of breasts. She lowered her head to kiss him. His lips were so full, she couldn’t get enough. As each minute passed, her hidden, sensual side emerged. Just for him.
She slowly slid a finger in and out of his mouth. His wolfish white teeth closed around her knuckle and playfully bit down. “Touch me again,” she whispered.
“Where?” he teased, kissing her neck.
“You know where.”
He smiled, but the doors opened up.
“Who took this elevator?” a different bellhop huffed, but turned white when Andrew stood up.