Their relationship is a bit rocky as they both fight their attraction and let their brains get in the way of how they feel about each other. I had to share another sneak peak with you this week. I hope you don’t mind! This was one of my favorite scenes, I could just see it happening.
Chloe’s skin was flushed. Her eyes were glassy and her breathing had become labored. There was no mistaking how turned on Chloe was, especially when he saw her taut nipples straining to break free of her cobalt blue top. Andy’s cock twitched in recognition when he looked at her and he couldn’t deny how much he wanted her in that moment.
“I was thinking about your progress. About what exercises you need to work on today,” Chloe said. He knew she was lying because her eyelids fluttered closed, betraying the facade of composure she was clinging to.
“No, you weren’t Chloe. You were thinking about skipping my session altogether so we could do this.”
Andy’s lips were on hers before she could protest. Soft and sweet lips met his as their bodies collided. Chloe melted into him when his arms closed around her. He tested his knee and dropped his crutches to the ground so he could focus on kissing the woman in his arms.
Without easing their kiss, Andy lowered Chloe to the ground. He knew their night would be over if he tweaked his knee again and he wasn’t taking any chances this time. He was going to have his fill of Chloe, draw everything he could from her, and find a way to walk away.
Chloe’s kiss drove out all other thoughts from Andy’s head. He wanted to push her away, but the sweet taste of her lips made him kiss her back with every last bit of desire he’d been feeling since he’d first met her.
She whimpered against him and he started to pull back, worried his kiss had hurt her. She gripped his shoulders, not letting him move away. Andy smiled under her lips, feeling as desperate as she was.
He rolled her over, keeping his bad knee on top of her legs. His fingers dove through her hair, pulling it free of the ponytail she’d been wearing, and he felt the silky strands wrap around his fingers. He ached for her, in his pants and somehow, in his chest. He ignored the second one and focused on the first. With caution, he positioned himself between her warm thighs and ground his hips into her.
She whimpered and clutched his back, her own arching with the friction between their bodies. “Andy, please,” she begged. He knew what she wanted, what she was asking for. And he was eager to give her anything she wanted.