The Magnolia Chronicles: Adventures in Modern Dating(85)

"Patrick," she sighed, her fingers scraping over my scalp.

"I want you making that sound while I'm fucking you. When you're coming for me. When you're begging for more, for me."

I kissed down her throat and over the rise of her chest, licking the valley between her breasts and savoring her concentrated flavor. It still wasn't enough, and I nipped and sucked at her skin, leaving angry welts in my wake. Setting her feet on the ground, I dropped to my knees and stroked my hands up the back of her legs. She was solid and strong, and lean like a ballerina.

Pushing her sweater up, I kissed every inch of skin I could reach. I pressed my lips to her body and inhaled her scent. I wanted to consume her and I would flatten anything that stood in my way, though I was keenly aware this didn't change anything in her book.

Shoving Andy's jeans down, I held my breath in anticipation of her panties. I was an expert on her ass. I studied it while she was kneeling at jobsites and each time her shirt rode up her back, I expected to catch a glimpse of her underwear. Each time, I was disappointed. I was also half-convinced she didn't wear any.

When the string bikini came into view, I exhaled, and stopped abruptly to tilt my head and study the tattoo centered on the rise of her right hipbone. My urgent desire to explore Andy warred with my fascination at her tattoo. I hooked a finger around the black bikini strings to better visualize the tattoo, and I blinked at the thin circle circumscribed by a square, with smaller shapes circumscribed within the circle. Of all the things Andy could have imprinted on her body, it shouldn't have surprised me to see rational geometry.

Andy was watching me, smiling when I met her gaze. "Is this Lauweriks's compositional theory?"

"You're quick."

"You're strange," I muttered, and she laughed. "And such a geek."

"If I'm geek for having it, you're a geek for knowing it."

The scent of her arousal hit my senses, redirecting my attention away from Andy's ink and back toward Andy's panties. I wanted to rip them off and keep them like a secret trophy, and I knew a psychologist would have a field day unpacking those urges. I instead focused on her narrow triangle, catching my tongue between my teeth as the fabric gave way and revealed her flesh.

I saw the wheels turning in her mind, her eyes clouding with uncertainty. "What," she started, her voice shaking with need, "why are you doing this?"

"Because it's Valentine's Day and you deserve something special," I replied, our eyes meeting with blistering heat. "And because you want me to. That's why you brought me in here. This is what you're getting. Deal with it."

With her jeans and panties finally pushed to her knees, Andy was bared to me and I wasted no time running my nose through the tight thatch of curls above her glistening slit. My hands snaked around her thighs and cradled her ass, opening her stance for me. She was breathing hard while her hand gripped the towel bar, her knuckles white.

"Hold on," I ordered with a smirk, and dragged my tongue through her slit.

A soft wail when my tongue circled her swollen nub was my reward, her cries intensifying as I increased the pressure and slipped two fingers inside. Her free hand fisted in my hair, her nails scratching and biting into my scalp until I groaned against her. Arching against my mouth, Andy moaned and hesitantly shifted her hips.

"That's right, kitten," I said. I twisted my wrist, my fingers thrusting deeper, harder while I sucked her clit. I wanted to see her unravel. It wasn't enough for the aloof veneer to dissolve; I wanted her flushed, panting, and begging me to let her come.

Tightening her grip on my hair, her hips undulated against my face and I was drowning in her. Pleas and whispers slipped from her lips between breathy moans. She begged and swore and sighed my name while she tried to find the rhythm that would bring her to release. She faltered, and I increased the tempo of my fingers as they shuttled through her slippery center. I drew her folds between my teeth, biting gently before returning pressure to her clit.

I wanted her remembering every last moment of this tomorrow, and thinking about me. Hopefully she wouldn't also be thinking about resigning or filing a restraining order. Or both.

"Come on, kitten. Get it," I growled, renewing my assault on her clit. I licked and lapped, feeling new rushes of arousal dripping down my wrist as my fingers pushed her higher.

"Oh fuck, Patrick," she moaned. I was thankful the music coming from Shannon's speakers would muffle Andy's sounds. But I also wanted her screams. "Please. Please. Please, Patrick, please."

I thought about dropping my pants and sliding into her right then, knowing I could get us both there within minutes. But this wasn't about me. This was about seeing Andy raw and primal, and begging for my attention as much as I begged for hers. It was about proving to her that she wanted me, and I could give her what she wanted.

"What do you need?"

I pulled her clit between my lips and sucked hard while my fingers continued rocking into her center. Releasing her tender nub, I glanced up and regretted not stripping her before starting this wicked game. I wanted to see her flushed with heat, her breasts swaying in time with her hips. I wanted more of her. I wanted everything I could get, even if it changed nothing. Even if I hated that.

Her head lolled against the wall with a low moan. "How…how did you know…?"