More Than Once (8 page)

No, I wasn’t rushing into anything again. Not after Tara.

“You said you didn’t, either,” I reminded her.

“I
don’t
.”

“Good,” I said, although in truth, I was disappointed. Which was stupid. Jesus, what was wrong with me tonight? It must be all the holiday stuff getting to me. This time of year turned everyone sappy. “Glad we’re on the same page.”

We stared at each other for a long moment, like we were both defying the other to break first, to admit they wanted more out of this.

“I should get back,” she said, tilting her head. “Are you going to kiss me or what?”

That was all the cue I needed. I took her face in my hands and claimed her mouth in a long, deep kiss, exploring slowly with my tongue and my lips. The kind of kiss I’d wanted to give her earlier, under the mistletoe. She moaned and slid her arms around my neck, kissing me back just as eagerly, like she needed me as much as I needed her.

I pressed her against the bathroom door, caging her in with my body. She tasted like pumpkin pie, and I couldn’t get enough of her sweet lips. She was making me so hard I didn’t know how I’d get through the rest of the evening without jumping her. We had to stop before I shoved her inside this bathroom and took her hard and fast against the wall.

“Go,” I managed to get out. “Before your family suspects we’re doing something.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t disappoint them…” She pressed her hips against mine, and a quickie in the bathroom was sounding better and better. All I had to do was lift up this dress, push her panties to the side, and I would slide so easily into her. She was the only woman I’d wanted in so long, and I knew how good it would be when we got together again.

No, I was going to take my time with her. I’d been dreaming about being inside her again for months, and I didn’t want to rush it.

“Midnight,” I said, pressing one last kiss on her lips before pulling away. “Come to my room and we’ll see if you’ve been naughty or nice.”

W
aiting until midnight was torture.

I crept down the stairs to the guest room where they’d put Andrew, moving slowly so I wouldn’t make a sound or trip over anything in the dark. I’d stubbed my toes on Hannah’s abandoned toys on the way to the bathroom more times than I could count.

My parents had left soon after dinner, promising to be over bright and early to open presents. Matt and Trish had tucked Hannah in after she’d laid out milk and cookies for Santa, and the light in their bedroom had gone out not long after that. Now the house was silent.

Andrew’s room was at the end of the hall, and a sliver of light escaped from under the door. Good, he was still awake. I knocked softly, then opened the door—to one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen.

Andrew, lying on the bed, propped up on the pillows with a book in his hand. Wearing nothing but his dark jeans and a pair of black-rimmed glasses.

He looked up from his book and gave me a lazy smile. “About time.”

One of his arms was draped behind his head while he read, showing off his muscled biceps and a six-pack he’d definitely not had before. There was something about the combination of his naked, toned chest and those geeky glasses that made my desire for him kick into overdrive. It was like he’d combined the best of both Andy and Andrew, and now he radiated pure sex appeal.

Preppy guys had never been my type at all, but since our night together, I’d been drawn to guys like Andrew. And I’d never found guys in glasses hot before, but he was definitely making me a convert. I couldn’t get enough of this geeky-hot look he had going for him. Especially when I knew just how naughty he could be. It made me want to do whatever I could to unleash that part of him again.

“You said midnight.” I shut the door behind me with a soft click. “What are you reading?”

“
The Count of Monte Cristo
.” He set the book on the nightstand. “I grabbed it off the bookshelf. I hope that’s all right.”

“I’m sure Trish won’t mind.”

“It’s a favorite of mine. Have you read it?”

“No. My sister’s the bookworm. For me, it’s always been music.”

“She has an impressive library here.”

I ran a hand along the packed bookshelves as I slowly moved toward him. I’d planned to come in here, rip off my clothes, and beg Andrew to bang my brains out. But something held me back. If we went down this path again, it would likely end the exact same way as before, with silence on his end and me spending months trying to forget our night together. I wasn’t sure I could go through that a second time. It seemed my fate was always to be the girl that guys had a good time with but never wanted anything more from. And I was getting tired of it.

“Trish was always the smart one,” I said. “The good girl. And me… I was always the bad one.”

He grabbed me around the waist, dragging me sideways onto his lap. “I like you bad.”

“I like you in these glasses,” I said, touching the frames lightly, running a finger back to his ear and into his soft blond hair.

“Do you?” His hands splayed wide on my hips, holding me against his hard chest and in his strong arms.

“Mmhmm.” I let my fingers continue down his cheek, his jaw, his neck. “You didn’t wear them last time.”

“I didn’t think you’d be into a guy with glasses.”

“You were wrong. You look cute in them.”

“
Cute
?” He scrunched up his face, and I laughed.

“Cute in a ‘I want you to fuck me senseless’ kind of way.”

His eyes flashed with hunger, and his fingers tightened on my dress. “That can be arranged.”

I continued my exploration down his chest and his abs, along the hard ridges and smooth planes. “I don’t remember
this
either.”

“I spend a lot of time at the gym these days. Not much else to do when you’re in a new city with no real friends or family.”

“I’m definitely not complaining. Although I thought you were already hot as hell before. This is just an added bonus.” I swirled my fingers around his hard nipples, making him suck in a breath.

“God, Becca. You have no idea how much I’ve thought about our night together. The second I saw you in that store, I knew I’d do anything to be inside of you again.”

“Is that so?” I asked, arching an eyebrow.

He laughed, his voice low. “I had dinner with your family, didn’t I? I even let them call me Brett.”

“You did.” I pressed a kiss to the curve of his jaw, which was dusted with a touch of blond stubble. “I definitely owe you for tonight.”

His shoulders stiffened. “I don’t want you to do this because you feel like you owe me.”

“Trust me, that’s not why I want to do this.” The second he’d touched me, I’d thrown all my worries out the door and slammed it shut. Even if nothing happened between us after tonight, I wanted him too badly to walk away now. I’d done the just-sex thing plenty of times before. What was one more time?

I slid my arms around his neck and adjusted so I was straddling him, grinding against the hard bulge in his jeans. “I’ve thought about that night a lot, too. But now I’m wondering, who are you going to be tonight—Andy or Andrew?”

His hands cupped my ass, pulling me tighter against him. “Depends. Do you want the good guy? Or the bad boy?”

“Can’t I have both?”

“Not tonight.”

“Bad,” I whispered.

“That’s what I thought.”

He set his glasses on the table, and then he grabbed my dress and tugged it over my head. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath—I’d taken the rest off before coming to his room. He took me in with lust-filled eyes glinting gold in the light, and I felt his gaze move across my breasts and skim down, down, down.

“I love your body,” he said. “Every inch of you is beautiful.”

“Then kiss me.” It had only been a few hours since our last kiss, but I was desperate to taste his lips again.

“Where?” he asked, arching an eyebrow. “On the mouth…or lower?”

A rush of heat flashed between my thighs. “Both.”

With a groan, his mouth captured mine, kissing me hard and deep. He forced my lips apart, sweeping his tongue inside while he cupped my breasts with firm hands. I clung to his broad shoulders and lost myself in the taste of him. He found my sensitive nipples and rubbed his thumbs over them, rolling them between his fingers, tugging at them. I cried out at the slight pain, begging for more.

Andrew knew what I wanted. He remembered what I needed. And he was all too happy to give it to me.

When I thought I might come just from the way he was squeezing my nipples and sucking on my neck, he suddenly gave me a little shove, pushing me back on the bed, into the blankets. I was so surprised all I could do was lie there and look up at him.

“I’m dying to be inside you again,” he said, his voice husky. “And I could play with your perfect breasts for hours. But it’s been way too long since I tasted you here…”

His hands slid down my body, then he forced my legs wide apart. For a second he towered over me, pinning me with his intense gaze, taking in every inch of my nakedness. He looked as wild as I felt, and I held my breath, waiting for him to make his move.

When his head disappeared between my thighs and he pressed his warm mouth to me, I thought I might cry in relief. I’d been so desperate for him to ease the ache down there, so frantic for him to do something,
anything
, to relieve the pressure that had built up over the last five months without him that even the slightest touch from his tongue was like pure heaven.

He worshiped me thoroughly with his mouth, and I moaned as he burned me up with each lick. The warmth wrapped around me, sliding along my thighs, my stomach, my breasts. He slipped two fingers inside me, and I lost all sense of time and place. There was nothing but him and the incredible things he was doing to me.

He kept up a firm, steady pressure, and his fingers moved faster and faster in time with his tongue. Soon the heat reached a boiling point and the orgasm ignited inside me, making my entire body light up like a damn Christmas tree.

While my tremors subsided, he slid up my body slowly, kissing me along the way, pausing to lick the tattoo scrawled across my ribs. “God, you taste good.”

He undid the front of his jeans, taking his sweet time on the zipper. I watched him intently as they hit the floor, and desire rushed through me when I finally saw him naked again. I’d pictured this moment for months, and it was even better than I’d remembered it.

He sat up on the bed, his back against the pillows, and patted his thigh. “Get on top of me.”

I’d barely recovered from that smoldering orgasm, but I managed to sit up and straddle him, my knees on either side of his hips. He was big and hard as he settled between my legs, but he didn’t enter me quite yet. Instead he clasped the back of my head and pulled me in for a kiss that I felt all the way down to my toes.

As we kissed, I slowly rubbed my hips against him, loving the way he felt against my slick, sensitive skin. The friction built up between us, and I grinded faster and faster, getting us both worked up and panting. I thought I could come again like this, just from the feel of him sliding against me, but he grabbed my hips and held me in place.

“Stop that, naughty girl.”

I gave him my best innocent look. “Stop what?”

“You know what you’re doing.”

I licked my lips. “Maybe I should be punished.”

His eyes flared. He liked the sound of that. “Yes, you should be. You’ve been very naughty.”

“I have?”

“Sneaking around on Christmas Eve with the family asleep upstairs? Not sure Santa will bring you any presents.”

“I don’t know about that. He brought me you, after all.”

“No, tonight you’re a gift for me.” He nipped at my neck with his teeth. “I’m going to tie you up like a present…and then I’m going to unwrap you. Would you like that? Being tied up?”

“Yes,” I whispered, lust pulsing through me. I wanted to succumb to this man in every way, shape, or form. I was going to give him everything he wanted…and I knew he would give me everything I needed in return.

He grabbed a condom from the nightstand and rolled it over himself. He was prepared, unlike our first night together. Once it was on, he reached for a long golden ribbon from the pile of gift wrap beside the bed. My pulse spiked in anticipation.

“Arms behind your back.”

I did what he said, clasping my hands together at my lower back. This position made my breasts pop out, making them look bigger, and he eyed them hungrily.

“That’s better.” He brought his mouth down to taste each of my breasts, sucking on my nipples, his teeth lightly scraping against them. I was soon lost in the feel of his mouth and his tongue, of the mix of pleasure and pain. But I couldn’t stop myself from reaching for him, from grasping for his arms and his shoulders. I had to touch him.

Or maybe I just wanted him to tie me up already.

Andrew caught my wrists, gripping them tightly in his big, strong hands, and gave me a dark look. “I said, arms behind your back.”

He yanked them behind me and then wrapped the ribbon around my wrists over and over, binding them completely. Not so tight that it hurt, but enough that I couldn’t easily break free.

Once I was completely in his control and so turned on I thought I would explode at any second, he gripped my hips and lifted me up. With one smooth movement he brought me down on his hard length, impaling me deep inside. I cried out, and he muffled the sound with his mouth, giving me a long, thorough kiss, made even more sensual by the way we were locked together.

When the kiss ended, he looked me in the eye and squeezed my ass. “Now ride me.”

I began to move, rocking my hips against him, keenly aware of how my hands were bound behind me and how his eyes stared into mine. My breasts were forced out, my nipples taut, and they rubbed against his chest with each movement. He looked and felt so good, it was pure torture not being able to touch him, but I loved it.

I threw my head back as I rode him, and his mouth found my neck. His fingers dug into my skin, and he urged me on, faster, harder, thrusting his hips up and then slamming me down against him. I strained against the ribbon at my wrists, feeling it bite into my skin. Tied up like this, all of my other senses became more heightened, and his every touch was electric. I gave up control to him, yet somehow I felt more powerful than ever.