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responsive.”
    “Mmmm,” I hummed, waiting.
    The first lick of his tongue against me had my back arching off the bed, need coursing through me. The swirling sensation as he circled, but never touched, my clit was everything I needed, not everything I wanted. To keep myself grounded, I fisted my hands in the sheets as Andrew continued to weave his sensual spell around me. My body was trembling, yet every time I could feel the stirrings of the orgasm I was so desperately reaching for, he would pull his mouth away to kiss my inner thighs. Every nerve ending in my body was screaming for release.
    “Andrew, please . . . I can’t take any more,” I begged, squirming. All I needed was a few more seconds.
    “Aww, baby, have you had enough?”
    I whimpered. It was all I could do with my body wound so tight.
    Leaning over me, he pressed his lips to mine. “Are you sure you don’t want me to torture you some more?”
    “Yes, just . . . please .”
    “Your wish is my command.” Once again he lowered his head, sucking my clit into his mouth and with another quick flick of his tongue, my body tightened and pulsed as wave after wave of sensation sent me into oblivion. I couldn’t think. All I could do was feel the pulses, making me tremble all over, Andrew continuing to tease me with his fingers, slowly gliding in and out as I rode out one of the most spectacular orgasms of my life.
    When my body finally started to relax Andrew slid into me, his lips returning to mine, his body moving within me.
    In.
    Out.
    Every movement sending me spiraling toward ecstasy once again.
    “You feel so good,” Andrew whispered in my ear. His lips ghosted down my neck at the same time my hips lifted to meet each of his thrusts. The driving tempo of his hips faltered and, plunging into me twice more, Andrew came with a groan.
    There was a strain in his muscles as he tried to hold himself over me, our breaths coming out in pants, mingling together.
    Eventually Andrew regained enough strength to move to the side. I pushed him over onto his back so that I could relax into his embrace. Even hot and sweaty, being in his arms was my favorite place to be. The sheet lay pooled at our feet. Andrew grabbed it and pulled it over top of us and we lay there in silence, just enjoying each other’s company, his fingers playing with the ends of my hair, my hand tracing circles on his chest and abs.
    “So what did you think?” he asked.
    My hand froze. “I can’t believe you just asked me that!”
    Immediately his fingers stopped moving and his head dropped down to look at me. “What do you think I mean?”
    I gave him a look that left no room for doubt.
    “Oh.” It was amusing to see Andrew blush, considering that less than a half an hour ago he was doing his damnedest to keep me in a state of unfulfilled sexual tension. Now he was going to blush at a little innuendo? “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”
    I smiled. “I know, but life would be so boring if I didn’t pick on you every once in a while.”
    “Well, we wouldn’t want life to be boring. You may pick on me whenever you want.”
    “I like that idea,” I said, continuing the small movements of my fingers and hands. “What did you actually mean?”
    “I meant about having the wedding not next April, but the one after that. It would give us two years to not only plan our wedding, but help Angie with anything she needed for hers.”
    “How about the first Saturday?”
    He squeezed me tighter to him, like he couldn’t get enough. “I like that idea.”
    “Good. That’s one question down, but Mom will probably have a hundred more.”
    “That she will. Now get some sleep—we can call them in the morning,” Andrew said, shutting out the bedroom light.
    Snuggled into the warmth of his body, it wasn’t long before I was sound asleep.
    The next morning when I awoke, the other side of the bed was empty. Andrew wasn’t anywhere in sight and I couldn’t hear the water running in