Before I can ruminate on that thought, Andie says, “What is your middle name?” Her head tilted to the side.
“Take me out on a date first, woman,” I jest, rolling my eyes.
This time, it’s her laughter that fills the room, her head falling back as she laughs with her whole heart. I have traveled all over the country, and yet, this—she— is the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
Her eyes light up, scrunching at the corners.
God, she’s so radiant.
The moment is broken when she asks me, “So, how do we do this?” She signals between the two of us, leaning back in her seat.
“You need to be sure that you want to do this with me, Andie.” Even though I despise it, I give her an escape.
“I’m sure,” she nods, her expression one of determination.
I release the breath I didn’t realize I was holding at her assurance and instantly feel guilty for it when Ezra’s face flashes in front of my eyes.
I internally shake my head. Now’s not the time to be thinking about him. It’s his sister I need to focus on.
“Good girl,” I nod, pondering on where to start first. “Is there something you want to try? Something that’s a hard limit?”
She nibbles on her bottom lip, lined with her cherry chapstick—lip I want to sink my teeth into—and stares off in space as she mulls over my question.
I patiently wait for her. This is not something to be rushed.
“Well, umm, I do have a list of sorts,” she shrugs, glancing at me, unsure of how I’ll take it.
A rough chuckle escapes past my lips as I mutter, shaking my head, “Of course, you do.” This woman is killing me, and we haven’t even begun yet.
I’m sure I’ll be a dead man once this all ends, one way or the other.
“What’s on that list?” I ask, my voice husky as I glance at her.
Andie tucks a strand of her unruly brunette hair behind her ear. “A lot of things,” she whispers, demurely.
I love how she switches from a sassy queen to a shy woman in an instant. Both of those versions of her make my heart race.
“Like what?” I grit, hardly being able to speakwith how heavy my throat feels at the idea of her having a sex list.
“Umm, like having someone eat me out, going down on a guy, doing it on a call, also in a semi-public area,” she taps her chin with her index finger, thinking of more, while I feel my cock twitch in my pants as those words fall from her lips.
“Also, being cuffed, and I’d like to see if I like it when I’m blindfolded,” she rattles off as if it’s a grocery list she’s reading, while my pants suddenly feel two sizes too small and my skin heats up like I have a fever.
“Stop,” I say, my voice gravelly as I shut my eyes and press my fists into my thighs, trying to calm myself down from the vivid images of getting to do all of this with Andie.
Silence ensues for a minute before she breaks it. “Did I say something wrong?” she asks, hesitancy reflected in her eyes as my eyes flutter open and I look at her.
“Wrong?Jesus fucking Christ, Andie, you’re killing me here.” I shake my head, my voice barely a whisper, my jaw grinding together.
I rake a rough hand through my hair, standing up to and pacing the length of her living room.
“I am?”
“Yes, you are,” I sigh, my back to her, my hands on my waist. I need to take control of this situation. Seeing me react like this might be worrying her, too. And the last thing I want is to make her doubt anything she says in my presence.
Feeling like myself again, I turn to her and find her standing right behind me. I shove my hands in my pockets lest I can’t resist touching her.
Yeah, stuff your hands in your pockets now. Later, they’ll be stuffed in her.