He touched her hair. “It’s okay. I’m glad you told me.”
“What if...” She stopped and pressed her head into his chest. “What if something like that happens again?”
“I got you pregnant, Gwen.” Andrew declared his virility, forcing her to look up. “Everything will be fine. And if it’s not...”
Her fingertips pressed into his shoulder.
“Then we’ll try again,” he whispered smoothing her hair.
“Oh, Andrew.” Her head settled back beneath his jaw. “I missed you so much.”
The words filled his body with adrenaline. He kissed her the way he’d wanted to last night. His arms curled around her, tight. Too tight, and he let go, worried he would hurt her. He knew what he was capable of doing to her. How would that work now if she were pregnant?
“Gwen, I want you to be ready to make love to me again.”
“I’m ready.” She lifted up on her toes and kissed him, more passionately than he expected.
With her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, she began a torturous trail along his jawline with her lips and the edges of her teeth.
“Wait a second.” Andrew feared he would get too crazy with her and need a police escort back to the Expressway. He clutched her hands and rested them against her thighs. “You know how much I want to put my hands and my mouth all over your body. I’m not so sure I can be gentle. Not after two weeks without you.”
“I’m having a baby. I can’t break.”
The words still shocked him, even though he had no real reason to be surprised. Finding that condom on the bed in Milan hadn’t been the shocker he made it out to be. He’d known all along something had happened. It had turned scorching hot and suddenly very wet, but selfishly, he hadn’t wanted to stop.
He ran a hand through the gloriously long hair he also missed. “So, a baby, huh?”
It would lead to this anyway. His stamina had returned. And then some. They’d had so much sex in Milan, they exceeded the capacity of all those condoms in his nightstand.
“According to EPT,” Gwen said.
He chuckled. There was no need for shame or blame. All he wanted right now was to hold her.
His hand brushed against her arm and her skin already felt different. Under his fingers, she felt firmer, and he caught the glow he’d always heard about.
A wild desire to yank her clothes off and be a part of what was inside her fueled his fire like kerosene. “Are you happy about the baby, Gwen?”
“I can think of one thing that might possibly make me a little happier right now.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
wen took Andrew’s hand and led him up the stairs.
G “I don’t want to go into any lengthy explanations, but I don’t really have any bedroom furniture at the moment.”
“Okay.” His smile drew to one side, as he followed her down the dark hallway. “Is there a bed?”
“Sort of.” She stepped inside the house’s second bedroom. Pointing to the lumpy mattress on the floor, she said, “It’s not much. But if it makes any difference, I’ve dreamed of you on that thing.”
“Have you now.” He followed her inside, keeping a steady scrutiny on her.
“I’ve even called out your name.” Her body lowered to the mattress. “I’d love to scream it with you in it.”
Andrew ripped his coat off and bent his knees. He was so tall, getting in and out of this thing would be a challenge for him.
He wore the same dark-washed jeans he wore their last day in Milan and a simple V-neck sweater—charcoal, the same color of his eyes. “God, I’ve missed your body.”
That morning she’d yanked on worn-out yoga pants, a tank top, and a boyfriend cardigan without ever thinking Andrew would be there to peel it all off later on. His fingernails teased her skin, as he skidded the sweater from her shoulders. Removing the thin tank top revealed how aroused he’d gotten her in such a short amount of time. He kissed her with a tongue designed to drive her mad.
He spread his large hands across her torso. His face dipped between the swells of her breasts, tucked inside a pale lavender bra.
Settling sideways into his lap she reached behind her. “Get this bra off me.”
He pressed his hands against her back and unfastened the bra while he nipped at her neck and collarbone. His tongue flicked against rock-hard nipples. “I have to have you. All of you. Every part of you.”
“I want this.” She slid her hand down his chest to his belt buckle, but he grabbed her hand.
“No. Wait.” He cupped her elbows. “I want to do something else first.”
She bit her lip. “And what might that be?”
“Lie down and I’ll show you.” He slid next to her, cradling her head in the crook of his left arm while his fingers danced down her body.
Andrew remained clothed while he pressed the outside of damp panties, and his lips brushed against her mouth passionately. How intimate and sensual, kissing her and pleasing her at the same time. He’d never just touched her.
“I was so crazy for you last night,” he whispered. “My body literally hurt.”
Pulling her panties aside, he slid one long finger into her waiting flesh, and she responded with a heated groan. Her grip on his shoulder tightened. She’d been aching for him as well.
With her legs spread wide, giving herself over to him, she rested her free hand on top of his as he pleasured her with his hand. “You feel so good,” he said pressing his thumb against the swollen knot of nerves.
Her hips bucked from the pressure. Steeped in arousal, her desire pulsed through her heavy beating heart. A spasm shot through her, making her whimper and her back arch.
“Oh, Andrew, yes.” Her tensions stormed up to the surface and hovered, warmth and tightening combining for the coming explosion. She sucked in a breath and tilted her head back. “Yes. Yes.
Andrew. Andrew.”
Heat soared through her body. Andrew kept up the intensity, and the deep thrusts from his finger in perfect rhythm extended her orgasm, intensifying it.
He didn’t stop. The sensitivity was overwhelming, her hands swatted at his to push him away for a quick break of relief. It was too much. What felt like a drenched finger came out of her and now the pads of several fingers were rubbing her aching center.
“Andrew,” she panted from the sweet torture.
“That’s me. I’m here, Gwen.”
“I need you inside me.”
“Okay. But what time do we have to get up in the morning?” He stood and removed his pants.
“Are we driving?” she asked, remembering the Caddy parked in her driveway.
“I have to return the car,” he answered looking like he knew a doozy of a time was coming at him.
She smirked. “Four. Still want a go at me?”
“I’ll sleep next week. Maybe.” After shucking the rest of his clothes, he returned to the bed, spread her legs and entered her in a swift fierce push. “You better find something to hold onto.”
No need for a condom now.
Again, and again, he drove into her until stars popped out behind her eyes and he groaned deep and raw from a body-rocking climax.