Chapter 31 - Andie
Chapter Thirty-One - Andie
With my back planted against the door, I remember every small feature of Spencer and the way he felt while touching me on the boat.
Oh my god, that touch. The thought alone of those warm hands as they lightly scrape across my skin causes shivers down my spine.
Those lips pressing against mine with his tongue exploring my mouth, has me needing to take a cold shower to distract me.
Down girl, you’ll run out of battery power in your toy if you keep thinking about him.
I find myself melting like putty every time he kisses me. It’s like my body has developed an addiction to him, giving me the inability to get enough, complete with a schoolgirl crush that has me weak at the knees and suffering from a severe lack of willpower.
Shit. I can’t take one more moment without him.
My body knows it, my mind has finally caught up to the reality of my feelings and it has me turning around and opening the door before I can change my mind.
I’m lucky he’s barely made it down the hallway.
Rushing to him, grateful for the slit in this dress, I jump into his arms, wrapping my legs around his hips.
“Fuck sleep,” I mutter, planting my lips against his.
He pulls me close, holding me like he’s hanging on for dear life. He breaks the kiss just long enough to question me.
“I thought you said—”
My lips cut him off as he walks us back into the room, his legs moving on autopilot.
“Shhh, I know what I said, and I changed my mind.” I slide down his body to find myself standing in front of him as his hold releases on me.
“Andie, you need your re—”
“Just shut up, please.” I cut him off planting my lips against him, once more.
Time to take the lead, Andie. If you want him, show him you’re serious.
Seconds later I find myself standing in front of Spencer as I slowly slip the dress off my body, allowing it to drop. I swear, time stops as soon as it pools at my feet, leaving me exposed in the tiny black thong and the nearly see-through low-cut corset-style lingerie he got me.
“You didn’t even get a chance to see your full purchase, Mr. Tate.” I turn in a circle as he releases his breath. He whips me around so his hands can skim down my body admiring each curve. Really taking in every inch of me.
This man can make me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world with very little effort. It’s a feeling I think I could grow addicted to faster than margaritas at a Mexican restaurant.
I can’t get his belt off fast enough, my fingers fumbling with the buckle as we stumble our way into the living room. The rush, the excitement, the feelings—they all flood throughout my body, leading me to act like a wild animal around him, especially when his fingers graze against my skin.
His belt finally gives way just as we crash into the couch.
I climb to straddle him, too desperate to make it any further.
Planting kisses all over his perfectly chiseled body, I take my time reaching for his cock.
Grabbing it, I hear a groan escape him, his jaw clenching trying not to lose his control so soon.
That reaction alone makes me feel more powerful than I have in years.
Clasping my hand around the base slightly harder, I begin stroking him, priming him for me and my pleasure.
With each sound he makes, the tiny piece of fabric barely covering me gets saturated with my arousal.
Just when I can’t take anymore, I slide the panties down, lowering myself down onto his length.
Allowing the sensation of his fully erect cock to pulsate through my body.
“Fuck, you are so wet for me, baby.”
The motion of my hips moves faster, pushing him deeper into me with every movement. I’m riding him like a prize bronco, chasing my orgasm with pure determination. Driving myself wild with each movement the intensity builds, but I’m not quite there.
I feel his hands come up, cupping my breasts.
As he moves to pinch each of my nipples, it causes me to lean forward, giving him the perfect opportunity to trap the bud of one nipple in his mouth.
A flick of his tongue on the sensitive peak followed by gentle suction hits every pleasure sensor I have, causing me to release a scream as my orgasm crashes through me.
He doesn’t stop though, he continues pistoning his hips, faster, increasing the force until I feel his warm release inside me.
Being with him is amazing. I can’t get enough.
Every touch, every word, every look he gives me makes me feel like a whole new person.
I feel loved, needed, and desired— things I never thought I would experience again.
After catching our breath, I see him standing up to get ready to leave, and it hurts. I want him here with me.
“You can stay. I mean . . . if you want.”
There’s a pause, and a look of . . . doubt? Or is it worry? As he remains studying me and my words, trying to determine if it was said out of impulse or if it’s what I really want.
“Are you sure? I don’t want to overstep.” He’s worried. I get it. The last time we fell asleep together, I panicked. I scared him, and if this is going to work then I need to keep trying. I stand up grabbing the blanket to wrap around my naked body and make my way to him.
“I’m sure. I’ll be okay. Just stay . . . please.” I reach out waiting for him to take my hand.
Please don’t make me analyze why I want you here so badly.
Let’s just pretend this is normal and not a huge step for the woman who’s been treating her heart like it has a lock on it, keeping it guarded like buried treasure, because in no world did I think I could experience this level of love twice in one lifetime.
The moment he puts his hand in mine, I interlace my fingers with his, guiding him to the bedroom so we can clean up before bed. “Come on,” I whisper. “Maybe we can actually make it to the bed tonight.”
He chuckles following my lead. “I like how impatient you get.”
The next morning my eyes open slowly, only to discover a mostly naked Spencer lying serenely next to me. My peaceful slumber is interrupted by the light from the clock behind him illuminating the time.
“Fuck! Oh my god, I’m going to be late!”
Profanities continue to flow out of my mouth like I’m fluent in pirate with a dialect of construction worker.
I fall out of bed, with absolutely no grace to be witnessed, running over to the dresser to find my clothes for work. Tossing things around looking for just one pair of scrubs, I start slipping my legs through the pants before I’m stopped by his voice.
“Hey, what are you doing?”
Flipping around, I see that my less than quiet movements woke Spencer up, his hair a mess from last night’s adventures and now he’s staring at me like I’m putting on some kind of circus act. “What are you doin’?” His sleepy, raspy voice is sexy in the early mornings.
Welcome to The Amazing Panicking Nurse show. For her first act she is going to try to rush to work leaving a man naked in her bed to stare at her like she lost her damn mind yet again.
“I’m going to be so late for work if I don’t leave right now. I’m so so sorry. I’ll call you later. Promise.”
I lean over the bed and quickly give him a kiss. Without taking the time to say anything else I’m rushing out the door, leaving him there alone in my bed.
Smooth, Andie. Really smooth. That’s definitely how normal people say good morning to the guy they just fucked.