What If You & Me (Say Everything #2) - Roni Loren Page 0,77

little. “Hello.”

Andi couldn’t hear at the increased distance, and she frowned because Eliza was apparently going to say more than hi.

Hill nodded. “I understand… Yep…of course.” Then he laughed, his gaze darting to Andi. “I promise. Happily.”

He said goodbye and then handed the phone back to Andi. Andi put it to her ear. “What the hell did you say?”

She could almost hear Eliza grinning over the phone. “Hot damn. Even his voice is sexy. You have fun, girlie.”

Before Andi could respond, Eliza ended the call. Andi groaned and slipped the phone back into her purse. Hill was still smiling.

“What’s with the look?” She put a fist on her hip. “What did she say?”

“Not much,” he said with a little shrug. “Just that if I hurt one hair on your head, she’d personally cut my balls off and use them for Christmas ornaments.”

Andi’s eyes widened. “Oh my God.”

“And that I better give you the best sex of your life and not be some selfish asshole in bed because her friend, Andi, is a goddess who deserves to be worshipped.”

Andi put her hand over her eyes, mortified. “I love her, but I’m going to kill her.”

Hill grabbed her wrist and tugged her hand down gently, his gaze twinkling with amusement. “Don’t be mad. I happen to agree with her. I promised I’d give it my all.”

Andi let him pull her into an embrace. “My nerves have now shifted into mortification. I sound like a charity project. ‘Please sleep with my poor friend. She needs all the help she can get.’ Someone should make signs: Orgasms for Andi. Please Donate.”

“Stop.” His hand slid down to her waist and squeezed. “You are not a charity project.” His voice was quiet and deep when he spoke again. “You’re a fucking fantasy, Andi. My fantasy. I’ve wanted you since that first night you opened your door wearing your Wonder Woman pajamas.” The words sent a ripple of heat through her. “And I know this is scary for you, but maybe it will help you to know it’s scary for me, too.” He touched his forehead to hers. “I haven’t been with anyone since my accident. The thought of you seeing me naked, without my prosthesis…”

She lifted her head to look at him, surprised. “You don’t have to be afraid of that. I think you’re gorgeous.”

There was vulnerability in his eyes. “Thank you, but that doesn’t mean the fear’s not there.”

She nodded, understanding that better than anyone. She pushed up on her toes and brushed her mouth against his, suddenly less afraid. “Ready to go inside?”

“I am,” he said, holding her gaze. “Are you?”

“I’m ready,” she said, quiet firmness in her voice. “Stop me from overthinking this.”

A little smile touched his lips. “I can do that.”

He took her hand and led her to his door. Her heart was pounding as he unlocked it and let them inside. But the minute he shut the door behind them, he turned to her, pinning her with a look of resolve that had her breath catching. “I’m going to do what you asked—what you told me earlier that you’d prefer—but know that the minute you say stop or slow down, I’m going to listen. Every time.”

What she’d asked. For him to take charge. For him not to treat her like Evan had. Her mouth was dry, so she nodded.

“And all those sweet things you don’t want to hear?” he said, bracing a hand on the door next to her and leaning close. “I’m going to keep them to myself after this. But know upfront that I think you’re beautiful and smart and I feel honored that you’re trusting me.”

She closed her eyes and a shiver went through her. “Thank you.”

“Now,” he said, pressing a kiss to the tender spot behind her ear and slipping his hand beneath the hem of her dress, his thumb tracing over her outer thigh. “I’m going to keep my promise to your good friend Eliza. You stay just like this for me, neighbor.”

She opened her eyes at the softly spoken command and found Hill’s gaze sparking with heat. He dipped his head to kiss her, his mouth meeting hers with tender urgency. His tongue teased against hers as his hand traced along her bare thigh up to her hip, sending tingling awareness through her and coaxing her out of her head and into her skin. Her fingers gripped his left bicep, the muscles thick and unyielding. Lord, the arms on this guy. She wanted to rub