Off Limits (12 page)

Finally able to speak, I said to the doorman, “Okay, you can send him up.”

“Will do.”

Jesus Christ. I jumped to my feet and brushed popcorn crumbs off my pajama shirt. I glanced wildly around the apartment. Nope, there was no time to change, no time to hide the popcorn or the fact that I was sitting there getting drunk all by myself in the dark.

The knock on my seventh-floor
door came only a moment later. I sucked in a breath and padded in sock feet over to the door. I carefully used the peephole to make sure it was really Andrew and not some psycho stalker pretending to be him, which was crazy, but hey, a girl living alone in New York City can never be too careful.

Yepper, it was him.

I unlocked the security locks and opened the door.

He stood in the hall, filling
my door space with his big presence, his short hair tousled, cheeks ruddy from the cold night air. He wore a black wool peacoat, a gray striped scarf, and black leather gloves. I met his eyes and a faint hope flickered to life inside me.

“What are you doing here?” I whispered, leaning on the door for support. I’d just seen him on TV a few hours ago.

He jerked his head. “Can I come in?”

“Um,
yes, of course.” I stepped aside. He toed off his boots in my small foyer and walked into the living room. I closed and locked the door again. I wanted to babble away, apologizing for being in my pajamas, make excuses for why I was home alone on New Year’s Eve and why I was eating a humongous bowl of popcorn all by myself, but I bit my lip and said nothing.

“Cute place.” He turned, looking around.
“Small.”

“Rent is expensive in New York.”

One corner of his mouth lifted. “I didn’t mean that as an insult. It’s nice.”

“Thanks.” I’d decorated with flea market finds mixed with a few new things, and I liked the result.

“Um, have a seat. Would you like some champagne?”

His lips twitched and he moved to the couch, taking off his outerwear. “Sure. It must be close to midnight.”

“Five, four,
three, two…one!”

We both glanced at the TV.

“Happy New Year!”

We looked back at each other. “Happy New Year, Jenna.”

“Happy New Year.”

We stared into each other’s eyes for what seemed like an hour. “Auld Lang Syne” faded into the dark background as we eyed each other with trembling, heated anticipation.

Andrew lifted his arms in a hug invitation. I blinked and my feet carried me without
conscious thought toward him. I set my hands on his shoulders and he curled his arms around me and pulled me against him. I went onto my toes, and with our faces an inch apart, I breathed in the cool fresh air he still carried on him, along with his clean male scent. I felt floaty, a little drunk, not only from the sparkling wine but from Andrew’s touch and smell. Then his eyes went heavy-lidded,
his head tilted, and his mouth found mine. My own eyes drifted closed and I slid my arms around his neck as he kissed me.

His lips were warm and firm on mine, and his stubble scraped against my jaw. Desire sizzled up and down my spine. His mouth opened on mine and he kissed me deeper, warm and dark and velvety. He took my lower lip between his and gently sucked it, then slid his tongue over it.
Heat flared inside me. He tasted amazing and every nerve ending in my body became electrified.

He pulled away but framed my face with his hands and leaned his forehead on mine. We were both breathing raggedly. I lifted my gaze to peer up at him questioningly. “Andrew?”

“Baby.” He brushed his thumb over my bottom lip. “I had to see you. Had to talk to you.”

My heart hammered against my breastbone.
“Why?”

He touched his lips to my forehead, then drew back to look into my eyes again. “To tell you that I love you too.”

I caught my trembling bottom lip between my teeth and gazed at him, almost afraid to believe this was happening. “Really?”

“Really.” He brushed his mouth over mine again. “I was such a dumbass.”

I huffed out a laugh.

“I’ve loved you forever, Jenna.” His thumbs rubbed over
my jaw and his Adam’s apple rose and fell. “But I knew I shouldn’t. And I was terrified.”

“I know.” I held his gaze. “I know. I understood, Andrew.” I clasped his wrists in my hands. “I hated it, but I understood.” I paused. “Are you still afraid?”

“I’m afraid of living the rest of my life without you.”

My breath caught in my throat and we looked into each other’s eyes for a long, pulsing moment
while New Year’s revelry continued on the TV without us. He tilted my head again and dipped his mouth toward mine and I met him hungrily. My body ached for his and I pressed into him, my breasts against his chest, my hips pushing into his. I wrapped my arms around his neck and opened my mouth to him. He licked inside—bold, strong strokes that had my blood heating, scalding through my veins and
setting me on fire.

He released my face, trailing hands down over my throat and shoulders, then my back. His big, hard body felt so damn good. When his big hands gripped my ass and he pulled me even closer, his erection pressed into my belly and I moaned. I rubbed my aching breasts against him and his fingers tightened on me. Then his hands slid inside my loose flannel pj bottoms, over my panties
and the undercurve of my butt. Shivers ran up my spine and down the backs of my thighs.

I was lost in his kiss, swept away by it, his mouth hot, urgent, demanding on mine. His tongue slid over mine. He cupped my ass and squeezed, bringing me higher and harder against him, and my body craved his desperately. “Andrew.” I turned my face and his whiskers grazed my cheek. He kissed his way over it
and my jaw and opened his mouth on the side of my neck. Everything inside me pulled up in a squeeze of need.

“Jenna, baby, Christ, you feel so good.” Now one hand swept up my back beneath the loose flannel shirt and he bent me over backward as he kissed and sucked at my throat where my pulse fluttered wildly. “Can’t even tell you how much I want you.”

“Have me. Please. I want you too.” I meant
that in every possible way. I still wasn’t sure what he meant. Right then, my body was overriding my good sense, which was telling me to slow down and find out what was going on.

Andrew groaned.

We’d spent only that one weekend together and that had been so many years ago. We’d been apart so long, and my need for him swelled up inside me, huge and hot.

He lifted his head. Both of us panting,
his mouth wet and eyes heavy-lidded, he said, “Where’s your bedroom?”

I gestured down the short hall, where my bedroom and bathroom were. As he’d already noted, my apartment was small. He turned me by my shoulders and nudged me forward so I could lead the way, but he kept his hands on me as I walked into my room.

The curtains were open and city lights outside the window provided the only illumination.
In silver and gray shadows, I turned to face him. He began to unbutton my pajama top, dipping to brush his mouth over mine once, then again. He parted the sides of the flannel shirt and pushed it off my shoulders. My room was cool but I was burning hot. My nipples puckered, and with gentle, reverent hands he cupped my breasts. “So beautiful, Jenna.”

I loved that he thought I was beautiful. I
admired him too, touching his face, petting his shoulders and chest through the turtleneck sweater he wore, then tugging it up so I could find the smooth warm skin of his back. He released me to step away and pull the sweater off.

My skin cried out for the touch of his and as we moved back together, the warm skin-to-skin contact made every nerve ending in my body jump to life. I rubbed against
him again, this time my breasts bare, and he pushed my loose pants down over my hips. They dropped to the floor and I nudged them aside with my toe, my hands shaping his big shoulders and squeezing powerful biceps. Then I fingered his belt buckle and tried to work it open.

He took over, flicking it open and unzipping his jeans. He paused to shove a hand into his pocket, pulling out a condom package,
which he tossed to the bed, then dropped his jeans along with his boxer briefs. We both looked down at our feet, him wearing dark socks and me in thick gray ones. Our eyes met and we both choked on a laugh. “Sexy,” he murmured.

“You too.”

Then he lifted me and tossed me onto the bed. He reached for my socks and pulled them off and I felt so wanton laying there on my back, my legs bent and raised
in the air. I kept my thighs primly together.

He bent to shove off his own socks. My skin burned everywhere and my pussy ached. I studied him, his wide muscled shoulders, narrow waist and hips, his abs rippling and big thighs flexing as he bent and straightened. He was still in amazing shape, even more muscular than he’d been in college. He’d always worked hard to stay fit, taking his sport seriously,
and…wow.

He joined me on the bed, stretching out on his side next to me. One hand slid beneath my neck and I lifted my hand to clasp his. Our fingers twined, he kissed me again, a deep, slow tongue kiss. I reached for his shoulder, slid my hand to his back, and gave myself over to his kiss.

His other hand caressed me everywhere—breasts, waist, hips. I bent one leg, the throbbing in my pussy
an insistent ache. He caressed my face and our mouths clung in long, hungry pulls. His lips moved over my jaw and he nuzzled my ear, then sucked gently on the sensitive skin on the side of my neck. With his mouth open, he ran it slowly up and down my neck, his stubble rough and sexy, his lips gentle. He did it again and again, a slow, mesmerizing rhythm that had lust pooling between my thighs.

He let go of the hand he clasped and held my shoulder, pulling me closer, embracing me. I clutched his arm and he moved so that those two hands now joined, our fingers laced tightly together. Our faces barely touching, he stared into my eyes and my breathing went shallow. Then he kissed me again.

Breathless and excited, my head whirling, I rubbed my tongue against his.

“I missed you. So much.
For so long.”

“I know, baby. Christ, I know. Me too.”

He shifted on the bed and moved between my legs, clasping both my hands in his. He bent to brush his mouth over the front of my panties, so slow and gentle. Heat throbbed where he touched. He paused in what appeared to be a deep inhale.

“Christ, you smell good. Unbelievable.” He kissed me there again, then shockingly he licked over my clit
through the thin fabric. My body jolted even with that barrier between his tongue and the sensitive bundle of nerves. I whimpered and my fingers tightened on his. He licked again, then sucked on my flesh through my panties.

“God, Andrew.”

He gave me a wicked smile, his mouth a sensual curve, then released one of my hands so he could draw my panties away from my pussy. Holding them to one side,
he leaned again and now his tongue licked over my skin, giving me a jolt of wild sensation. He opened his mouth as if hungry for me, sucking my flesh with unbearable delight. My hips lifted to his touch as soft cries fell from my lips and our hands squeezed.

He let go of my other hand and reached for my panties, sliding them down over my hips to dispense with them altogether. I curled my fingers
into my duvet cover as his big hands landed on my inner thighs and gently eased them farther apart.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, studying me. “So pretty. So sweet. Damn, Jenna.”

I licked my lips, my breathing short and shallow, watching his face and the look of enthralled delight. Which made my stomach do a little flip and my pussy clench. He lowered his eyelids and dipped his head to taste me
again, laying gentle kisses over my inner thighs and outer lips, then parting me with his thumbs to slide his tongue deeper.

“God!” My back arched as something huge and lovely swelled inside me, my body seized with intense, blinding pleasure.

He rolled to the side and pulled me up and over with such easy strength. Still panting and quivering, he smiled up at me, his mouth wet, eyes heavy-lidded
and dark. “Feel good, baby?”

“Yes.” I sucked in another breath. “So good.”

“Want inside you now.” His hand slapped out to find the condom. I had no idea where it was and looked around in the dark. Finally I spied it and stretched to grab it.

“You want to put it on me?” His voice was low and hoarse.

“Yes.” I sucked briefly on my bottom lip as I opened the package and carefully pulled out the
condom. I wasn’t an expert at this, but I did have more experience than the last time we’d had sex. I rolled it over his thick length, admiring the beautiful shape of the head, the tracing of heavy veins, letting my fingers brush over his balls. He made thick noises of arousal.

We moved together to find my entrance. My eyes closed as I slid slowly down on him, my wetness easing the way, his cock
filling me with luscious thickness. He reclined back on his elbows, watching as our bodies joined. “Damn, that’s hot. Watching you take my dick in that pretty pussy.”

His dirty words made heat burst low in my belly. Sensation everywhere…I moved on him, slowly, up and down, and he moved too, bending his legs so he could thrust up into me. He fell flat to his back and reached for my hips, helping
me to rise and fall on his cock, sliding in and out.

The pace quickened. A flush stained his cheekbones and his eyes glittered. His fingers tightened on my hips, then slid around to grip my ass. I fell down over him, my breasts in his face, and he latched onto a nipple. Sensation rocketed to where we were joined and I gasped. “Oh, that’s good.”

I linked my hands beneath his neck as he sucked
on each nipple in turn, drawing them deep into his mouth with hot, hungry pulls that tugged right to my core. His hands held my ass as he fucked up into me in harder, faster strokes.

He pulled my head down to kiss me again. Our mouths met in a long wet slide of lips and tongues. I pushed up onto my fists, arms outstretched, then curved one hand around his neck and bounced on him, our bodies meeting
with deeper and deeper impact, his cock penetrating me so profoundly it almost hurt, but what a sweet pain. Our eyes held that intimate, erotic contact as we moved together with increasing urgency.