Just Say Yes (Just Say Yes #2) (16 page)

Andy pulled his rental car into the parking area of the resort, we went in to the reservation desk, checked in, and found our room. “I need food, Zoey. Do you want something from room service?” he asked as he sat down on the edge of the bed after we checked out all the amenities of the honeymoon suite.

I shook my head. “I ate before you came to the house. What do you want to eat? I can order for you.”

I scanned over the desserts before handing him the room service menu, then straddled him on the edge of the bed. “Maybe I’ll just eat
you
for dessert, Mr. Tate,” I whispered.

“I think I’ll let you, Mrs. Tate.”

He tossed the menu onto the bed and pulled me into a deep, passionate kiss, letting his hands leisurely roam my body.

And then his stomach let out a loud growl, interrupting us. I ordered him a steak dinner and a piece of chocolate cake for each of us. There was a bottle of champagne chilling in the room when we arrived, so we popped the cork on it and waited for his food. I considered changing into my pajamas, but I knew I wouldn’t be wearing them for long.

He had given me fair warning neither one of us would be wearing
anything
for at least two days when I came home.

When the food arrived, he dug in ravenously.

“When was the last time you ate?” I joked before I took a bite of my cake.

“This morning before I went to the airport,” he mumbled with a mouthful of food. “Oh, and the flight attendant gave me a few extra bags of peanuts on the plane.”

I laughed. “Yes, I bet she did. You probably didn’t even need to ask for them. Did she feed them to you too?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Very funny, smartass.”

I set my cake aside and poured him another glass of the champagne. The room had an iPod dock, so I plugged in my iPod, turning on some music for us to listen to while we ate.

After dinner, I pulled my pajamas out of his suitcase so I could change. He took them out of my hands and tossed them right back in.

“Remember our deal, Zoey? Two days, bed, no clothes,” he shook his head and smirked at me, a big grin covering his face.

We both stripped completely naked and hopped into bed to watch a movie. I was just happy to be with him and it had been a long day for both of us.

Andy was exhausted, so he fell asleep within minutes. He’d been working overtime for more than a week and a half to finish his work, just to have one
measly day off to fly to see
me
. He deserved to sleep, so I let him. I shut off the lights and the television, curled up with him, and fell asleep myself.

A few hours later, I woke up to Andy kissing my neck. His warm breath tickled just below my ear, but still caused a chill and goose bumps to break out across my skin.

“Andy, what are you doing?” I asked, knowing what his plan was.

“I was hoping to make love to my gorgeous, pretend wife,” he said as he kissed down to my collarbone.

My heart thumped in my chest when he said
wife
. It was way too soon, but I did love the sound of it.

“By all means, please do,” I whispered while pushing the covers off me, giving him better access.

He took his time, slowly kissing every inch of me. He returned to my lips finally as he positioned himself on his knees between my legs. With his hands on either side of my head, he hovered over me, not touching me anywhere except my lips.

He reached down and massaged my clit in a leisurely circular motion while he kissed me. I raised my leg up, wrapping it around his hip and pulling him down to me.

Once he was down, I pushed him over onto his back, straddling him. I wanted to be in control, so I gripped his wrists and pinned them up over his head.

“What are
you
doing, Zoey?” he growled, as he tried freeing himself from my grip.

“Oh no, you don’t. Stay put. I promise to be gentle,” I teased playfully, just before I nipped his ear with my teeth.

With a deep laugh emanating from his body, he grinned wickedly. “Don’t be,” he said as he rolled his hips upward, pressing himself against me.

“You like it rough, Andy?” I released my grip on his wrists, expecting him to reach out and touch me, but he entwined his fingers together and put them to rest under the back of his head instead.

“Do what you will,” he said hoarsely, as that teasing, sexy grin of his slid over his face.

Gladly.

I slipped out of bed and turned on one lamp to the dimmest setting. There was just enough light in the room so he would still be able to see what I was going to do. I took one of the chairs from the table and set it in the middle of the room, then picked up his boxer briefs and tossed them over to him on the bed.

“Put these on, Sexy. When you’re done, sit there,” I directed, pointing to the chair.

“But what about the no clothing rule?” he asked curiously as he stood to put on his boxers.

“I guess it’s meant to be broken. Besides, you won’t be wearing them very long, and I
will
make it worth your while.” I left him with an intrigued expression on his face and took his suitcase with me to the bathroom.

I fluffed my hair in a messy, tousled style, applied a touch of eye makeup and my favorite pink lip-gloss. I opened the suitcase to get the red lacy panties and matching bra he liked so much, but found that all of our clothing had been tossed around inside on the trip from the house. As I searched for the red lingerie, I found the sheer nightie and the panties I’d worn when I tried to surprise him before I left for Cabo.

Even though I’d thrown them away that horrid night, I smiled at his gesture. He retrieved them from the trash and brought them for me, but I wasn’t going to wear them, not tonight anyway. What I had planned for him required something a bit racier, so I slipped on the red panties and bra set. I wouldn’t mention I’d found my other lingerie in his suitcase, but I decided to surprise him by wearing it another time.

I turned off the bathroom light and opened the door. “Eyes closed, please,”

Peeking out at Andy to make sure he did as I instructed, I walked quietly past him to the iPod dock and found the song I wanted to dance to, “Sail,” by Awolnation.

Originally, I planned to perform the dance I learned in class for him before I went to Cabo and then make love to him, but after the accident, I quit the class because of my injuries. Then my next plan with him was ruined because he wouldn’t touch me. But that was a month ago and I was fully healed now. Not to mention, I was much more confident than I was before.

“Open your eyes and put your hands down at your sides.”

Without question, he did what I told him to, so I pressed play on the iPod. As I dragged my short nails across his back from shoulder to shoulder, he shuddered and fidgeted in his chair at my touch. Standing directly behind him when the song started, I lightly ran my fingertips down each side of his neck and across his muscular shoulders.

The song had a great beginning. Several rhythmic notes of music played as I slowly made my way around to face him, dragging my fingertips across his back, then from his shoulder to his chest. As the first thump of the bass sounded, I straddled his lap and gripped the tops of his shoulders with my hands for balance. I arched my body over backward away from him, giving him a nice view of my tiny, red outfit. At the next thump of the bass, I whipped my head up quickly, making eye contact with him.

Sitting on him, I swiveled my hips, grinding myself on his lap, feeling the length of him against me. He groaned and reached up to grasp my hips. “Ah, ah, ah…no touching,” I teasingly scolded him as I caught his hands and pushed them back down at his sides.

He took in a sharp breath as I ground against him again and found that he was hard beneath his boxers. The feel of his arousal on my already sensitive lady parts made me close my eyes and moan. There was no way in hell I was going to make it through the whole song without stripping off his boxers.

Leaning forward, I brushed my lips lightly across his. He tilted his head slightly in an attempt to press his lips to mine, but I was too quick for him. He groaned with frustration and called me a tease. I repeated the move before he figured out what I was doing and tried to kiss me again.

I stood up and spun around slowly, so I was no longer facing him. Standing with my legs apart, I swayed back and forth with a slight twist in my hips, giving him a nice view of the tiny, lace boy-shorts panties he liked so much. I straddled him again and gave him a little lap dance.

He was enjoying it, and so was I.

Facing away, I lowered myself to his lap and reclined back onto his chest, resting my head on his shoulder.

“
Please, Zoey
. Can I touch you now?” he panted in my ear, his stubble tickling my neck as I rubbed my ass against his erection.

Reaching down, I took his hands in mine and brought them up for him so he would touch me. Planting my feet on the floor, I rotated my hips on his lap as his erection strained the confines of his boxers. His hands roamed over my stomach. One hand went to my breast and the other slipped down between my legs.

I leaned forward for him as he unsnapped my bra with one hand. Just as he attempted to pull my panties to the side so he could touch me, I stood up to face him, sliding my bra straps down one at a time, doing a little striptease for him. He grinned, unable to take his eyes off me for one second.

After I slowly pulled off my bra, I draped it around the back of his neck then backed up so I was no longer touching him. I swayed from side to side, dancing for him. I was completely in to it and no longer thinking properly. I just let the music and my movements take over.

I danced around him as he hungrily watched every move I made. Standing behind him, I leaned over his right shoulder and raked my fingertips from his thighs, up over his abs and chest, then down his arms. Moving back around to the front of him, I pushed his knees apart, kneeling between them. Beginning at his abs, I kissed and licked my way up to his mouth as his hands roamed every inch of my body.

The song was almost over, so I took his hands in mine again, guided them up, and put his fingertips in the waistband of my panties, giving him permission to take them off if he wanted.

Without hesitation, he slowly pulled them down my legs, helping me step out of them. I was naked and wanted him to be naked too. I hooked my fingers in his boxers while he lifted his hips and I slid them down his legs to his feet. With a low growl, Andy grasped my hips and jerked me forward so I was straddling him once again.

His erection, standing at full attention, was too inviting, so I lowered myself down, guiding him inside me.

Andy had me so aroused, from the way he watched and touched me, an orgasm tore through me before I could take all of him inside of me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he buried his face in my chest. He teased my nipples as my body clenched tightly around him.

As my orgasm slowly subsided, I began to move for him, placing my feet on the rungs of the chair for stability. His arms wrapped tightly around my waist, he pulled me down hard, entering me so completely I was sitting on his thighs.

“Ahh, fuck,” he groaned, his breath ragged, and his cock pulsating as he came. I don’t know why Andy saying that always turned me on.

“I love it when you say
fuck
when you come,” I whispered. He groaned in response.

I didn’t intend to get up, so I skimmed my tongue up his neck and kissed across his jaw line to his mouth. We sat there kissing, my hands running over his chest and shoulders, his hands massaging my body. Eventually, he broke contact.

“As much as I’d like to sit here doing this with you all night, this chair is hard, and it’s hurting my ass,” he laughed. “Can we go back to our soft bed?”

Giggling, I nodded. “Absolutely, I don’t want anything making that fine ass of yours hurt.”

He chuckled, then wrapped his arms around my waist and stood up with me still attached to him. We had kissed for so long, that he was getting hard inside of me again.
Yay. If today is anything like what the rest of our relationship was going to be like, this man is going to turn me in to a nympho. I can handle that.

I wrapped my legs tighter around him, locking my ankles together as he stepped out of the boxers that were still at his feet. My arms and legs wrapped completely around him, I began kissing him again. I rocked my hips forward, taking his hardening cock further inside me as he slowly walked us toward the bed.

He groaned, “Again.” I did as he asked, but instead of him going to the bed, he backed me up against the wall, where he drove into me with such mind-blowing force, we were coming together in no time.

I hoped our neighbors weren’t in their room, because we were definitely not quiet.

We stood, with me pinned between him and the wall, catching our breath. His head was resting in the crook of my neck, with his warm face against my chest. When he finally pulled out of me, he let out a groan as the contact was broken. I slowly unlocked my legs from around him and he let me down to stand on the floor.

Standing on shaky legs, I kissed him, running my tongue across his bottom lip. “I’ll be right back,” I said and went into the bathroom to clean up.

While I was in the bathroom, I removed the makeup I’d applied before my dance and stood in front of the mirror for several minutes. The woman who looked back at me was not the scared girl from two months ago. There was natural color in my cheeks. I’d probably gained ten much needed pounds and I was completely in love with the man in the next room.

After a few more minutes of me absorbing all the changes and progress I’d made, there was a knock on the bathroom door. I opened it. “Are you alright?” Andy asked. From the look on his face, he must have thought I was stressed out and had locked myself in.

“Never better, actually.” I smiled at him and gave him a quick kiss. “Bathroom’s all yours.” I brushed past him, smacking his well-built ass
hard
on my way by.