Twenty-eight

LILAH

When Andrew said he wanted to take me to a small barbecue with some of his friends, I wasn’t expecting a mansion teeming with people. Not to mention the backyard full of people skirting the pool in their overpriced threads.

And I’m one of them. The dress I fell in love with when we were out shopping was magically delivered to Andrew’s house a few hours after we got back.

I try not to think about the fact that I’m wearing one month’s salary on my back as I move through the crowd with Andrew’s hand firmly around my waist.

I can’t lie and say I don’t like the effect this dress is having on him. His hands haven’t strayed too far from me all night. Everywhere he goes, I inevitably go because he won’t let me out of his sight.

Charli appears out of nowhere, a glass of Champagne in her hands and a grinning Gabriel not too far behind her. They’ve been inseparable all damn day and I’m happy for her.

Even if this is just a vacation fling, my friend deserves at least a sliver of happiness after that guy she met on a yacht ended up being married with two kids.

According to Andrew, Gabriel isn’t married or hiding a secret girlfriend in a different state. So he passes my preliminary test.

“Hey lovebirds,” Charli gushes, a radiant smile playing about her ruby red lips. “You look hot, Lilah!”

“I could say the same about you,” I shoot back at her. And it’s the truth.

She’s wearing all white this evening, the color accented by her bold accessories and popping lip color. She looks amazing, but that’s no surprise. With her petite hourglass frame and beautifully rich skin, she could make a rug look like high fashion.

As Gabriel and Andrew fall into a side conversation, Charli beams at me as she prattles on and on about the number of celebrities she’s spotted so far.

“Girl, I owe you for life for bringing me! Anything you need for the rest of your days, just say the word.”

Before I can tell her that her generous offer isn’t necessary, I feel Andrew step closer to me.

His silky baritone blankets my skin in chills as he speaks to Charli.

“Hey Charli, I need to steal Lilah for a second,” he says, his strong hand snaking around my waist, pulling me firmly against the front of him.

I can’t see his face, but the heat of his body pressed into mine is enough to tell me his intentions are far from pure. A flash of naughty excitement ripples through me.

Charli looks all too happy as she gives me a knowing look and sashays back over to Gabriel.

Not a single word is exchanged between us as Andrew leads me from the throng of people into a separate, unoccupied wing of our hosts’ sprawling mansion.

Our light footfalls against the marble flooring become louder as we get further and further away from the party.

“What’s in here?” I ask, finally breaking the silence as he pushes open one of the doors along the infinite hallway.

His eyes are an electric shade of blue that I’ve never witnessed before and the desire swirling in them fixes me to the spot. It isn’t until his tongue bathes his soft bottom lip that I realize I haven’t moved.

“After you, Cupcake.”

Inside, my eyes have trouble focusing on anything but the smug look on his face. However, I do take in the plush carpet under my feet and the massive bed in the center of the room.

When Andrew takes a seat on the edge on the bed, I stare at him expectantly awaiting his first command.

“Come here.”

The rough tenor of his voice beckons me before I can even tell my feet to move. The dress I’m wearing shifts along my legs, the deep slits at each hip drawing Andrew’s unwavering gaze. The material of my dress parts at each hipbone leaving my legs on full display.

I can’t describe the nervous excitement running through me but it’s addicting.

“You’re incredibly enticing in this dress,” he tells me, running his hand along the length of my exposed leg.

Shivering, I watch him watching me and want to moan at the tortured look covering his handsome face.

Why is everything he does to me so damn sexy?

“I want to taste you,” he says casually, knocking the wind right out of me.

His expression is impassive as if he just told me he wants to try a new diner on the way home.

I can’t find words as his hands slip under the material of my dress and to the waist of the nude thong I’m wearing.

“Open your legs,” he instructs just before tugging at the flimsy underwear.

A dam of moisture is unleashed at his words, but I shift in front of him, spreading my legs so that stepping out of the panties will be easier.

“You’re already wet for me?” Andrew asks, his voice cloaked in awe after stuffing my panties into the pocket of his slacks.

Again, my mouth won’t work. I don’t even know how I’m standing on my own two feet right now. Words are something that I just can’t form at the moment.

Of course this only seems to spur Andrew on.

Roughly, he pulls me forward until his mouth is directly in line with the lips of my aching sex.

“I asked you a question.”

Damn him. He knows exactly what he does to me and still needs to relish in the fact that he leaves me speechless.

“Yes,” I breathe out, lost in the hazy cloud of lust fogging the room.

Gathering my dress to one side, Andrew exposes me to the cool air of the room as well as the searing heat of his stare. The combination is a heady one and inspires another shiver to race down my spine.

Without warning, his lips crash into my sensitive flesh pulling a startled cry from my lips.

Andrew kisses me deeply at my center, his lips soft yet rough against me.

My knees are already wobbly and I know he’s just getting started. Grasping his shoulders, I work hard at steadying my breath. But those attempts are futile when he begins sucking at my naked mound like I’m his favorite dessert.

It takes very little effort on his part to shove my legs further apart so that he can expose my swollen clit, as well as my slippery opening.

“I’m addicted to you,” he confesses, his warm breath in direct contrast to the cool air caressing my most delicate parts.

Then his tongue surrounds my swollen clit as his fingers dig deeply into the flesh of my rounded hips. His kisses me there, slowly and diligently at first. However, my moans encourage his carnal appetite and his seductive tongue grows relentless in its exploration.

The world drops out from under me as his attentive mouth probes the very essence of my womanhood.

The feel of his lips surrounding me is enough to drive me insane. Add that to the fact that the stubble on his chin is creating the most delicious friction against the inside of my thighs, and I’m a lost cause.

Before I know it, my entire body is tingling and my hips are bucking for more. Greedy with the desire to fall apart all over his tongue, I sink my fingers into his short hair and pant like my life depends on it.

Every atom in my body bursts with heat.

I’m on the edge of coming but I don’t want this to end. I’ve never experienced so much pleasure and I don’t want this experience to end.

I swear to God, the image of him sitting there as he feasts on my pussy like it’s his own personal fountain of youth will be burned into my memory forever. I’ve never laid eyes on a sexier sight.

Intentionally, Andrew only touches me with his mouth, his hands confined to my hips as he holds me in place.

“Come for me, Lilah,” Andrew commands and an earthquake shatters my world in half.

Holy shit.

The words that escape me are pure gibberish and I don’t care. A tidal wave hits me hard and fast, reaching my fingertips and toes. I turn into a heaving mess and I collapse against Andrew. He catches me effortlessly, like he was expecting the fall. Limp, I recover on his lap.