Twelve

ANDREW

I open my front door to see her standing on the other side looking unhappy to be here.

That scowl on her face is fucking sexy. When I take her bag to hang it up, her tempting scent curls around me.

“How was your day?”

Lilah only shrugs but the rigid set of her shoulders tells me everything I need to know.

Her usual spitfire attitude toward me is one thing, but something about her posture makes her look defeated and I want to fix it.

Don’t fucking ask me why.

She’s made it as far as the console table then turns to make eye contact with me.

“Are you ready to talk about your invest—”

With a simple placement of my finger against her lips, I cut her off. “Later. Tell me what’s bothering you.”

“Why? Are you going to fix it and make it all better?” she volleys back sarcastically.

Sarcasm is just one of her many defense mechanisms. It’s only been a week and she’s tried to push me away with every weapon in her self-defense arsenal.

“Maybe,” I say, giving in to the urge to cup her chin. I push just hard enough so that her head falls back slightly, further exposing her neck.

Her next intake of breath is audible.

“Talk to me,” I pry, the pad of my thumb stroking her plump bottom lip.

Lilah doesn’t shy away from my touch but she’s still tense as fuck. Heat is coming off her in waves and for once I know it has nothing to do with the damn air conditioner. She wants me.

“It was just a really shitty day,” she says barely above a whisper, leaning slightly into my touch.

“Tell me about it,” I prompt, but the spell is broken.

Aware of her vulnerability, an annoyed flash enters her eyes. Her anxious state has transformed them into a brandy color. With an irritated huff, she turns out of my embrace and begins walking away again.

“Look, I’m not going to be very good company tonight. So let’s just get this over with so we can both get on with our evenings.”

Before she can say another word, I’m on her. Turning her to face me, I swoop down and claim her lips with the pent-up energy that’s been building since I laid eyes on her.

Our kiss isn’t gentle or sweet. There is no room for bashfulness as we kiss passionately and lose track of time and place. I’m swept up in Lilah’s world and I don’t care about anything else.

She tastes like cherries, insanely sweet with just enough bite. I can’t get enough of her mouth.

As I grip her face, I hear her moans growing louder. Near the table, I push her up against the wall and trail my lips down her divine neck as I run my hands along her soft thighs.

Lilah’s head is thrown back and she’s panting against my lips. I know just the thing to relieve her tension. She needs to relax and I’m going to help get her there. Tonight is for her and her alone.

It’s got to be the most unselfish thought I’ve ever had but I don’t have time to examine myself.

“Andrew,” Lilah whispers brokenly, her chest heaving as if she just ran a marathon.

Damn, she is tighter than a drum.

“I’m right here, baby,” I tell her as my lips find hers again. With our lips locked, my hand skims up her thigh, only higher this time.

Pushing past the short hem, my fingers enjoy the silky feel of her skin before landing on the lacy crotch of her panties.

Lilah gasps when I find my mark, squirming underneath me. But it just intensifies the friction there.

“Fuck,” she breathes, her eyes closing as my hand cups her damp mound.

Even through her panties, her wet arousal soaks my fingers, proof that her body wants a release.

“I’m going to make you come,” I promise against her neck.

Her skirt is hiked up around her waist, her ass half exposed to me. Her hands are fisted in the material at my shoulders as she holds on for dear life.

As my hand moves back and forth over her pussy, Lilah starts squirming again. But with just a fraction of the effort she uses to keep me away, I’m able to spread her thighs and keep them open as I begin applying the slightest pressure to the hypersensitive area between her thighs.

“Shit,” she cries out hoarsely, her body losing some of its tension as I work diligently to bring her to release.

“You sound so fucking good. Let it out for me.”

She’s right where I want her. I don’t go beyond the barrier that her panties create. I don’t have to. With a flick of my fingers, she’s on the verge of coming and I haven’t even touched her skin to skin.

Intentional strokes back and forth speed up her breathing even more, her uninhibited reaction sending tingles up my arm.

Fuck. I want her. Bad. The bulge in my pants is raging jealously. But this isn’t about me.

I focus all my attention on bringing her to her completion. My possessive need won’t let me rest until I know that I own her pleasure.

Before I know it, her hips begin rocking into my touch rhythmically. She’s no longer trying to fight it and I smirk against her mouth before snaking my tongue around hers.

“Andrew, oh my God,” her voice cracks so she stops talking, but her message is conveyed just fine.

She’s on the brink of coming and doesn’t want me to stop. Luckily for her, I don’t plan to. In fact, I’m just getting started.

Lilah loses the ability to articulate as we both pick up the pace. Her hips are bucking wildly while my hand massages the tension away from her core. I can feel her juices leaking through the skimpy panties and onto my palm. She feels fucking amazing.

I don’t know why, but this feels right. Never in my life have I been so intent on bringing another woman pleasure without the desire for reciprocity. But something about Lilah has shaken everything I thought I believed.

Her hands tighten against my shoulder, her nails digging into me harshly as she cries out my name repeatedly. She lets out another tortured moan before falling apart all over my hand.

Seconds pass, then minutes, as the aftershocks of her orgasm ripple through her languid body. She’s turned to jelly in my arms and if I wasn’t holding her up against the wall, I’m sure she’d collapse into a puddle at my feet.

Who the hell knew it could be so satisfying to please someone else? I’ve never been more turned on.