My Cone and Only (King Family #1) - Susannah Nix Page 0,66
bet I could take it.” She grinned at me as she dipped another chip in the queso. On the way to her mouth, a little bit of cheese landed on the button band of her polo, right next to the V of skin showing below her collarbone.
“You’ve got a little something—” I pointed at her chest, feeling a stir of desire as my gaze flitted over the swell of her breasts. “Right there.”
Hunger and fatigue meant I’d mostly been keeping my hands to myself since she got home. But now that my energy had been restored by the magical healing powers of barbacoa tacos and queso, I was feeling more like myself again.
AKA horny as fuck.
Frowning at her chest, Andie lifted a hand to wipe the errant queso away, but I stepped forward and caught her wrist to stop her. Bending my head, I slipped my fingers inside her collar and licked the cheese off her shirt.
Her momentary surprise shifted into an amused exhale. “Really, Wyatt?”
Still holding her wrist captive, I tugged another button open and nuzzled my face inside her shirt to kiss her exposed breastbone. When I sucked at the delicate skin hard enough to give her a hickey, she twisted out of my grasp, laughing as she shoved me away.
“I’m going to take a shower,” she announced, tossing a saucy look over her shoulder on her way out of the kitchen. “You can stay here with the hot cheese if you two want to be alone.”
Yeah, no.
No way in hell was I letting Andie take that shower without me.
I followed her upstairs and we dragged each other’s clothes off. As soon as we stepped into the shower, I pushed her up against the tile and lowered my mouth to hers. She squirmed when she hit the cold wall, and I pressed my weight into her so I could feel her body writhing against mine.
After a whole day spent apart, the need to touch her burned in me like a fever. I grabbed a handful of soap and lathered it over her gorgeous body, exploring every curve and inch of slick skin. She returned the favor with equal care and attention, then I got her off with my fingers while I whispered filthy things in her ear. I made her come a second time with the massage setting on her handheld showerhead, her head falling back on my shoulder as my fingers spread her apart to let the water jets drive her over the edge. After that, she paid me back by forcing me up against the cold tile wall and pulling me off until I broke apart, groaning her name.
When we were both spent and satisfied, we got out and toweled each other off. I stepped into a pair of clean shorts while Andie pulled on a tank top and a matching pair of cotton pajama shorts that exposed the bottom curve of her ass and had my dick already twitching back to life.
“I need a drink after all that.” Shooting me a sly smile, she took me by the arm and led me back down to the kitchen.
Once we each had a fresh beer in our hands, Andie directed a pointed look at my guitar case. “It’s time.” Her voice was gentle but firm. “I want you to play me one of the songs you wrote.”
My stomach tightened with nerves, but I knew it was no use putting it off anymore. There was never going to be a better time to do it than now.
I took a long drink of beer before I hoisted my guitar case off the table. Andie followed me as I carried it into the living room and settled on the couch. She sat in the armchair across from me while I tuned my guitar. When I’d finished, I glanced up at her, and she gave me an encouraging smile.
I wasn’t as anxious about this as I’d expected to be. Maybe because I’d already done something much scarier. I’d exposed my biggest secret when I told Andie how I felt about her. And instead of something bad happening, something wonderful had.
I strummed a chord idly as I debated which song to play first. The most obvious answer was the one she’d already gotten a peek at. I might not have chosen it otherwise—I’d written a lot of pain and longing into that song—but since she’d already seen the lyrics, it wasn’t like it would come as a surprise.