was definitely headed.
I tightened my hold on Andie’s hip. “I need to be honest with you, Andrea,” I told her, and he immediately looked wary.
“Uh, okay…”
“I’m going to fuck up again,” I blurted. “I’m a super work in progress, and that being said, you’re in for the fight of your life if you think I’m going to just let you break up with me every time I screw up. So, think about that, and just save us the aggravation, okay?”
She chuckled. “Oh, really?”
I nodded. “We can fight. We can yell. We can silent treatment. We can do all that. But we can’t break up. That’s non-negotiable.” She opened her mouth to argue, I’m sure, before I added, “And we can only fight Thursday evening through Sunday evening during the summer, and Friday evening through Sunday evening during the school year.”
Her smile lit up her face. “Of course,” she agreed.
Chapter 25
Andrea~
This was about as perfect as it got.
Well, almost.
We had a lot to work out, and I knew there was going to be more bumps in the road, but I was all in for this.
I didn’t want to be afraid.
And Nathan’s love for Grant was clear. There was no way to deny that he adored my son, and that mattered on a big scale.
“I have another confession to make,” he blurted again.
“Oh, yeah?”
“I’m in love with you, and I have to put that out there because I’m not sure I can contain it,” he confessed, and my stomach dipped. “It’s going to just come flying out of my mouth, I’m sure, and I don’t want to hide it, even if it doesn’t go hand-in-hand with your going-slow program.” His blues searched mine. “I love you, Andrea,” he said. “I love you so much, baby.”
“Nathan…”
“I don’t need you to say it back,” he quickly added. “Especially, if you don’t feel it. But I just needed you to know how I felt.” He pulled me up higher on his lap. “I’m in this for real.”
I knew I was probably already in love with him, but I needed to take this slow for me. I’d only ever said those words to one another man, and I didn’t take that phrase lightly. It wasn’t about being afraid, so much as it was about being sure. So, instead of trying to explain how I felt, I decided to show him.
I leaned in, and as soon as Nathan gauged that I was about to kiss him, his hands darted into my hair, and he held me firm as his lips landed on mine. My hands tightened around his neck as I deepened the kiss and hoped he could feel what he did to me.
“Fuck, baby,” he rasped out. “Even one day is too long to be without you.” I knew exactly what he meant.
“Prove it,” I demanded. I knew what Nathan was capable of in bed, and I knew my demand would be met with the same determination as he played baseball.
Before I knew it, Nathan had me off his lap and on my knees, facing the back of the couch. I braced my hands on the top of the backrest, and I was already panting with anticipation. My fingers curled into the upholstered wood as Nathan’s hands grabbed the waistband of my yoga pants. Being a Saturday morning without my son, I had been lazing around in an old washed-out Hoyas t-shirt and a pair of black yoga pants. My flip-flops had easily come off when Nathan had positioned me where he wanted me.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, Andrea,” Nathan promised against the bare skin of my left hip. “I’m going to bottom out in that sweet pussy of yours.”
I moaned and prayed to God he would. “Yes…” I shamelessly begged.
“Yeah?” he rasped out, and I was going to beg some more, but then I realized what he was doing. Nathan had trapped my legs by pulling my pants down only to the bottom of my thighs. I was going to be at his mercy, and the thought was exhilarating.
Nathan grabbed my hips and popped my ass out until my back was arched, and I was presented to him for that taking. My fingers were wearing on the backrest and I could feel myself practically dripping with need.
“Fuck, I love the way you smell,” he said, right before his large hands grabbed hold of each of my ass cheeks and pulled them apart. “But I love the way you taste even more.”
“Oh, God…” I