Our Time (20 page)

His thick forearms were tanned
and strong, much like the rest of him, and the muscles twitched with each
movement of his hands. The fingers surrounding his glass gently wiped the
spreading condensation and the movement sent visions into my mind about those
fingers tracing my skin. The air around us felt electric and my heart beat
faster as the heat from my thoughts crept up my body.

"Jocelyn?"

My eyes snapped back up to his
face and I felt my skin redden like a freaking tomato. He was sporting an
amused grin which only made me that much more embarrassed that I was caught
devouring him with my eyes. "Yeah?"

"You okay?"

"Mmhmm," I hummed and
took a sip of my water refusing to meet his eyes as his voice slid over me and
sent a shiver up my arms and down my spine.
More than okay. Just dandy,
nervous, and needy as hell.

I heard the scrape of the chair
on the floor right before I felt his hands wrap around my waist. He lifted me
and settled me on his lap, straddling his thighs. He tunneled his hand in my
hair and placed his other hand on my hip. His blue eyes locked onto my mouth
and my lips started to tingle at the anticipation of his kiss. I darted my
tongue out to moisten them and saw his eyes darken drastically, then he leaned
forward and gently covered my mouth with his. He nibbled at my bottom lip and
pulled it into his mouth making me groan while my entire body was on fire and
my head was swimming above it.

When he broke the kiss, a whimper
slipped from my lips at the loss of his touch. My eyes were still closed when
he pressed his forehead to mine, his sweet minty breath warmed my cheeks and I
felt surrounded by him. Right where I wanted to be.

"Jocelyn," he breathed.
"I love you. So much."

I opened my eyes slowly, reveling
in the happiness that flooded through me. He didn't move, but his grip in my
hair and on my hip tightened, almost as if he was afraid I would run away. I
wasn't going anywhere at the moment. I loved him and needed him more than my
next breath.

He loved me.

I pulled away just an inch and
locked in on his gaze with a smile on my lips.

"I love you, too,
Andrew."

It only took a second for him to
react. He let out a relieved breath and crushed his lips to mine, kissing me
deeply and completely. His arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer as
his other hand held my head firmly in place. I shifted on his lap to deepen the
kiss and he groaned.

I was suddenly being lifted up
and the chair he had been sitting on toppled backwards and fell to the ground.
Monty perked up curiously, but then lazily walked into the living room and
slumped down in front of the couch. Andrew didn't stop moving, though, and he carried
me up the stairs with my legs firmly wrapped around his waist, without breaking
the kiss.

When we reached my bedroom, he
let me down slowly, dragging me down his body and kept a firm grip on my hips.
He kissed the sensitive skin across my jaw to just below my ear before skimming
his nose down my neck, inhaling deeply and sending goose bumps over every inch
of my skin. When his lips found the hollow of my throat I went blind.

This man, who had made me live
again, was who I wanted, who Olivia needed, and who I was going to hold onto
until my last breath.

"Please, Andrew."

He paused for a moment, but
didn't move his lips from my throat. I felt his intake of breath and the loud
exhale. He was making a decision, but there really wasn't a choice for me. I needed
him. Now.

"Tell me, Joss." His
lips caressed my collarbone and he nipped me gently. "Tell me what you
want because I've wanted you for so long…"

I tugged on his hair just enough
to make him lift his eyes to mine so he could see the sincerity in mine.
"I want you to make love to me, Andrew. I'm yours… in every way."

"Mine," he whispered as
his hands tightened their grip on my hips and pulled my body against his. I
could feel him hard against my belly and a wave of heat spread down between my
legs. He stepped forward, taking me with him, and the backs of my knees hit the
bed as I tried to breathe through the current of electricity coursing through
me. His hands moved up to the hem of my blouse and met my skin, that one touch
branding me and making me shudder with anticipation. His lips were millimeters
away from mine and his breath was hot and minty against my mouth. "And I'm
yours," he breathed before pressing his soft lips to mine and slowly
guiding me down to the bed.

He kissed me tenderly, passionately
and his hands never left my body as he moved us up to the pillows and flicked
on the lamp on my nightstand.

"I need to see you," he
growled.

He slowly started unbuttoning my
blouse and my chest heaved with every breath I took. I had never felt this kind
of power take over me before, like every piece of me yearned for him, needed
him to soothe with his touch and I reveled in it, locked every second of it
into my memory. My head started to ache from my heavy breathing, but I wasn't
going to let it ruin this, it had ruined too many things for me. Not anymore.

He pulled my blouse off of my
arms, lightly running his fingers over my skin. He kissed the swell of my
breasts just above the black lace of my bra and then he was suddenly
everywhere. Every piece of skin his lips touched seared in his possession of
me.

Unable to resist, I buried my
hands in his hair and pulled him closer as he licked and nipped the sensitive
flesh. His hand moved to the front clasp and deftly opened it but didn't
attempt to remove my bra, nearly killing me with the anticipation, drawing it
out as long as he could. He kissed the now open space of my sternum down to
just above my navel. I squirmed a bit nervously as I realized that he would now
see the stretch marks from my pregnancy. I had always been careful to keep
myself covered up whenever we went swimming and he never gave any indication if
he happened to see them. Now, I hoped that the light was dim enough that he
wouldn't be able to see how bad they really were.

"Beautiful," he whispered.
"Jocelyn, you are perfect."

I held back the tears that
threatened the back of my eyes and soaked in the love this man had to give me.
He thought I was beautiful, flaws and all. He had seen almost every
imperfection I carried and it only seemed to make his feelings that much
stronger. It excited and confused me all at once. He gave so much to Olivia and
me and asked for nothing in return.

His body rested in the cradle
between my legs as he continued to worship my belly. He kissed every stretch
mark, every single one, and erased them from my mind. One hand moved to my
chest and gently pulled the cups of my bra away from my breasts and I heard him
suck in a long breath.

"Oh God…" he groaned
just before he began his assault. He kissed every inch of my torso as my heavy
breaths continued to burn my lungs. The sensation of his mouth on my body was
almost too much and I had to close my eyes to absorb it all. When he returned
to my mouth, he swallowed the whimper that fell from my lips and slowly rolled
his hips against me.

I felt how much he wanted me and
moved my hands beneath his shirt while raking my nails across his stomach. His
abs were so defined and the muscles clenched every time I passed over them. A
low rumble built in his chest which turned me on impossibly more. I pulled his
shirt up and he released my mouth just long enough to get it over his head
before continuing to devour me.

When his skin joined with mine,
moans escaped from both of us, as if we both had waited forever for the contact
and now felt relief from finally having it. He kissed down to my chin, down the
front of my throat, between my breasts, his tongue dipped in my navel and he
continued down to the waistline of my jeans.

I removed my fingers from his
hair and gripped the blanket beneath me hoping that I still knew how to do
this. His fingers shakily unbuttoned my jeans and the sound of metal teeth
separating from my zipper echoed through the room and sent liquid heat down to
my core.

Oh yeah, now I remember.

 I opened my eyes and looked down
when he paused. He was gazing back at me, his blue eyes telling me everything I
needed to know.

"Andrew…" I pleaded.

He grinned wryly and began to
maneuver my jeans down my legs, leaving my black lace panties behind.
"Gorgeous," he said huskily and lifted my right leg.

I watched as he kissed the arch
of my bare foot and then slowly made a path up the inside of my ankle, past my
knee, and stopped just before the apex of my thighs where he lingered for a
moment before sitting back up and lifting my left leg to do it all over again.
As he neared where I needed him most, my body responded by arching toward him.
This time, he continued to the lace of my panties and kissed me through the
fabric.

I felt self consciousness creep
into my mind, making me a little nervous but it quickly dissolved when I heard
the satisfied rumble in his chest.

I arched my back again and lifted
my hips up to him to relieve the increasing ache, but only made him growl deep
in his throat, making me tremble and feel desperate for more. He gripped my
hips and circled his thumbs around my skin as he branded the most intimate part
of me. After a few exquisite moments, his hand replaced his mouth and started
to caress me over the thin fabric of my panties as he kissed each of my hip
bones.

"Andrew…" I pleaded
again. My hands flew to the sides of his face and lifted his eyes to mine.

"Don't worry, love. I'll
take care of you." He sat up and quickly removed his jeans, throwing them
off the foot of the bed followed by his boxer briefs.

I couldn't stop the flicker of
anxiety that I felt take over my expression. It had been so long since I had
been with a man. Since I had been with David. And Andrew was… bigger.
Everything about him was
better
, but bigger. I didn't know that I had
gasped or made any kind of sound until my eyes moved back up to his and the
eager gleam looking back at me told me he knew what I was thinking.

"I'll be gentle, I
promise," he said, still on his knees, displayed for me perfectly and
waiting for my assent. I already knew he wouldn't hurt me on purpose, but his
promise calmed my fears. I took that moment to drink him in. He was a God. Hard
in all the right places and defined to the point where I questioned whether or
not he was photo-shopped somehow. My eyes roamed over his entire body hungrily
and when I met his eyes again, the look he gave me almost sent me over the
edge.

He liked when I looked at him.

"God, the way you look at
me…" he said roughly and his eyes darkened even more as he took his turn
to stare.

We had casually discussed when
our last sexual partners were, once, a few weeks before tonight. Without as
many words, we had assured each other that we were both healthy, in that
aspect. He had seen me routinely take my birth control pills every morning since
we started spending time together, so there was nothing stopping us from taking
this next step except the small amount of lace that still covered the last bit
of flesh yet to be revealed.

I leaned up and reached for him
and he moved into my arms without hesitation and breathed a sigh of relief. He
nestled his body between my thighs and kissed me as he stretched out on top of
me, supporting some of his weight on his forearms, but giving me just enough
that I was still able to lose myself in him all over again.

I felt him grind against me and
the pressure that had been coiling low in my belly amplified. He wrapped a hand
around the back of my knee and hitched my leg over his hip and pressed himself
harder against me, creating the friction I had been longing for. His head
dropped back down to my chest and his lips wrapped around the stiff peak that
had been desperate for more attention. I hissed in a breath and arched into
him.

Closer. I needed to get closer.

The frustrated moan that I
released surprised me, but it ignited him. With a guttural growl, his fingers
curled around the band of my panties and tugged hard, ripping them from my
body, unwilling to separate from me long enough to remove them properly.

I had always thought it would
hurt if a man ripped my panties off like all the romance novels said, but it
only made me greedy for more.

I felt him at my core and a wave
of heat nearly consumed us both. I was more than ready for him and he could
feel it. He lifted himself above me just enough to make me wonder if he was
going to stop, and I prayed he wouldn't. He seemed to be gathering his control
and his body shook with the effort to hold back.

I closed my eyes, waiting and
breathing.

"Open your eyes, baby. Let
me see you." I slowly lifted my eyelids and met his now midnight blue
stare. The intensity in his gaze made my breath catch and my heart beat faster,
a heady thump pulsing through me. I thought I had been in love before, that I
had been
loved.
Now, I knew with absolute certainty that I hadn't.
Andrew looked at me like I was his reason for living, something I had never
seen in a man's eyes for me before.