The Trouble with Marrying a Movie Star (30 page)

"I told you I would try." He winked. "After dinner?" he asked hopefully.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "I'm sure dinner is incredible, but I think we deserve a treat...maybe starting with dessert."

I got up and unfastened my halter dress while Andrew's eyes flashed with excitement. When the dress fell to the ground, and I stood topless in front of him, they burned with anticipation. I slowly walked past him and shimmied out of my panties before I turned around and caught him staring at me and said, "Don't just stand there, come take this ass," and with that, I sprinted to the warm water.

Andrew chased behind me as he kicked off his shoes, tearing off his shirt, and stumbled forward as he yanked down his pants and underwear. The water felt cool against my heated flesh, but it was Andrew's body pressed against mine that heated up the surrounding water. Chills went through me when he spoke into my ear. "You are beautiful."

I laid my head back on his shoulder, as the waves crashed against our bodies.

"I've dreamed about this for a very long time, baby."

I said nothing, basking in the feel of him as his arm started to wrap around my waist. As Andrew pulled me into him, I could feel his pronounced member resting between my cheeks. I reached behind and started to stroke him. It felt like forever since I had last felt him in my hands. He began to pump in and out as I squeezed around it. Only to wish that we had started this on land where I could fall to my knees and really enjoy him.

"I missed your touch," Andrew moaned out.

"I missed everything about you."

Andrew gently unlocked my hands before pushing against me harder. "One day, soon, I
will
take this." My breath hitched as a guttural moan oozed out of my mouth. "I thought you would like that. Me, claiming every part of your body." Andrew punctuated that as his hands slid around to cup my center.

I moaned louder, weakened by his words. I quickly became light-headed from the thought of him inside of me, there. I turned around and attacked his mouth. My hands grabbed anything it could get a hold of. I first went for his firm ass, squeezing and kneading it, until I took hold of what I wanted most. I let go of his mouth placing firm wet kisses down his chest before taking in one of his buds and circled my tongue around the perked nub.

A low rumble vibrated from Andrew, and before I knew it, he had lifted me up out of the water and had walked us further into the sea. I held on tight as the water reached my torso. Andrew stopped when it reached his and started kissing my neck as he lifted me up higher before he placed me firmly on him, becoming one.

The sigh of relief that my body felt was amazing. My girly bits had been in a state of constant aching. The moans and groans that came from Andrew spoke directly to my body as we started to move with each wave. The added sensation of the water filling me along with Andrew intensified each thrust. The fact that I couldn't get a tight grip on him became frustrating. I tried to push against him but was unable to feel in control. I thought that would have frustrated Andrew as well, but as I stared into his eyes, there was something behind them that seemed to be enjoying having all the control. He smirked at me, and then I knew. So, I relaxed and let him direct my body.

Andrew tightened his hand around my waist and started a hypnotic movement of intense pleasure. He tilted me back a bit giving me exactly what I had craved. I was becoming delirious. I forgot to breathe on several occasions, wanting to feel nothing else but him. I started to lose it, and the building orgasm that was about to erupt was going to be the end of me. Andrew leaned me back just a bit more, and that did it. I gasped for air, and Andrew immediately pulled me up. My body started to shake, and I could hear the concern in his voice as he called out my name. I couldn't speak. Pleasure was taking over my entire being, and all I could do was try to breathe.

Andrew hurried us back to shore; holding on to me tightly as he kept saying, "Hold on."

He laid me down on the blanket, and placed my head on the scattered pillows. I took one look at the wet man before me and said, "It's your turn."

"Andrew, Andrew, Andrew, Andrew, Andrew."

It went like that all night, and I thought I might have to buy Elena another bed. By the sound of it, it was about to give out. The duvet, pillows, and everything else was now off the bed, and I could see the dawn peeking out over the horizon through my legs.

I wasn't ever going to be able to walk again.

My sex induced clouded mind was now clearing, and I was quickly feeling the aches and pains in my body. I was exhausted, but felt like a kid who didn't want to miss playtime for a nap. When Andrew started up again, I shook my head in protest. He narrowed his eyes. "One more round and I'll let you rest."

Damn! What did the man take?

I smelled burned bacon, but my eyes flew open from the sensation of wetness on my nubs. I opened my eyes and looked down to see Andrew blowing on them before flicking one with the tip of his tongue. I was still sleepy, but the girls were wide-awake. "Mmm...good morning."

He looked up with a huge grin. "It is. Did you sleep well?"

"I did. Did you cook?"

"Ahh huh," he said as he took another flick of my nub.

I moaned out, and he did it again. Then he started to alternate between the two. I looked through his messy locks, when he paused and placed on one of his sinister grins as his head lowered.

Breakfast could wait.

"It's the thought that counts."

Andrew was moping across from me as I picked through his incredible, inedible breakfast. Everything was charred.

"Andrew, it's fine. I love that you made breakfast for me."

"It's burnt." He sulked.

"Just a little…" He raised one brow. I laughed. "I love that you did this."

"Cooking isn't one of my best skills."

"No, but you are a master at other things."

"Master, huh?"

I nodded my head. "You have a lot of talents, Mr. Hughes."

"I might need to redeem myself after this breakfast."

"Oh, okay, but can you give me a few...ummm, more hours to recoup."

He leaned over and kissed my forehead. "Rest up, I haven't showed you anything yet."

I turned over, slamming into Andrew's back. He must have joined me after I had dozed off. I needed a nap; I also needed a deep massage and made a mental note to set one up for both of us. I wasn't going to survive another night like last night without one.

Running my hands up and down his back, I opened my eyes, startled by the feel of raised skin. I traced my fingers over the scarred marks as flashes of last night entered my mind. The raw emotions I'd felt was intense and apparently it showed on his body. It was too long, and I had never needed him as much as I did last night. I could still feel the sensation of my nails tearing down his flesh as we both moaned out. Andrew might have done so in pain.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

I looked up at Andrew, who was now turned on his back, looking at me quizzically. "What?"

He wiped his eyes. "Hey, where were you just now? I was teasing you and nothing."

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

He narrowed his eyes. "Does what hurt?"

"The scratches?"

He sat up as he propped himself on a pillow. "What scratches?"

"Andrew, the scratches on your back. I'm sorry…"

He grabbed my hand. "For what?"

"For making us both wait for longer than necessary."

"We both made a conscious decision to hold off on the sex, remember?"

I sat up next to him. "I know, but I just didn't realize how badly...when I said I wanted time. Time to just think and to not be so angry with you."

"You had every right to be angry with me. What I said...I will spend the rest of my life making up for it."

I reached over and squeezed his hand. "I told you that I forgave you for what you said about the 'trusting Brittney' thing."

"I thought you would never forgive me."

"It was hard, you know that, and there was a moment that I thought I would never forgive you. But when I thought about the possibility of being pregnant, my outlook shifted. The thought of not having you in my life caused me to take another look at the situation, and I decided that being with you was worth dealing with the pain."

Andrew leaned in and placed his lips on my forehead as he spoke. "It killed me inside knowing that I had hurt you. When I tried to explain and you wouldn't hear me out...baby, I became a different man. For the first time in my life, I felt helpless. There was nothing I could do to fix it, and my heart was in your hands. I felt out of control."

We had sat there in silence for a while before I admitted. "Erin helped me see things differently."

He lifted his head staring down at me and asked, "How so?"

"She said you were only human, and that I placed you on a pedestal that no one,
including you
, could reach."

He chuckled out and said, "I need to send her a better wedding gift."

"I wouldn't laugh. She mentioned sending you a bill after all she’s had to deal with since we have been together. I had to remind
her
a few things, and that I dropped everything to fly to Washington for her, so we're even."

He laughed harder before adding, "I did try to tell you several times that I wasn't perfect."

"I know, and after that fight I realized that you weren't the only one at fault. Rebeca reminded me of my involvement, several times, and she stated that you can't read minds."

"I can't, but you hold a lot in, baby. You aren't very forthcoming."

I thought about that as I stared into his now anxious and awaiting eyes. "I don't do it on purpose. It's something I need to work on, but I'm not trying to purposely hold things in."

"Then, if I ask you if something is wrong, and there is, tell me," he said sharply.

I narrowed my eyes at his tone. "I would say tell me when you don't trust me, but..."

"Damn it! I said that I was sorry—"

"Andrew, I..." I shook my head not knowing what to say.