Out of Reach (Love Hurts 2)
“So make it special.” He waved his arms around. “You don’t need all this shit to make it special. All you need is you.”
My heart swelled. He always knew the right thing to say to me. And he’d just given me the best idea. I stepped forward and hugged him tightly.
“You’re the best. Thank you!” I ran off before he could answer.
***
“Wow,” Andy mumbled, his eyes widening. He stood in the doorway, staring at me. I blushed, my fingers running over the soft lace of the black, low-cut dress I was wearing. Wait until he saw what was underneath.
He held out a bouquet of roses.
“I didn’t know what to get you,” he mumbled, his face coloring.
I smiled, taking the roses in my hands and lifting them to my face. I sighed as I breathed in their sweet scent. “They’re perfect.” I smiled. “Come in.”
He followed me inside.
“Whatever you’re cooking smells amazing.”
“I hope you like slow-cooked beef cheeks.” I walked into the kitchen, aware of him following behind me. As I leaned against the counter, he pressed himself up against me.
“I like you more,” he mumbled, his lips brushing past my neck. I sighed as his tongue worked its way down to my collarbone. Reaching for my hand, he turned me around. “Do we have time before dinner?” he asked.
“For what?” I giggled.
“Dessert,” he replied, wiggling his eyebrows.
Laughing, I swatted his arm. “You’re such a dork.”
“Maybe, but I’m your dork.” He lifted his hand to my face, resting my jaw against his palm.
I closed my eyes and smiled, amazed at what his touch was capable of doing to me. “It’s slow-cooked beef,” I said. “It can cook all night if it has to.”
I gasped as he lifted me into his arms and carried me off into the bedroom. He set me down and I perched myself on the edge of the bed, gazing up at him. He was so damn sexy, especially the way he was smirking down at me—like he knew something I didn’t.
He lifted his shirt over his head and I ran my hands over his bare chest. His skin was so soft and smooth against my fingers. After two rounds of chemo, his hair was beginning to grow back. He looked healthy. He looked like the Andy I knew.
My hands found their way to his belt. I kept my eyes firmly on his as I began to unclasp it, then the buttons. He smiled as I reached inside his boxer shorts and closed my fist around his cock.
“Look at you,” he mumbled. He closed his eyes and gasped as I freed his length.
“What about me?” I asked playfully, my fingers stroking his erection. “Do you want me to stop?”
“God, no,” he moaned. I pushed his pants down over his hips, letting them pool at his feet. Stepping out of them, he kicked them aside. “Stand up.”
He took my hand and pulled me to my feet. His eyes connected with mine as he slipped a hand around the back of my neck and pulled me against him. I sighed as he kissed me, his lips soft and warm against mine.
He tugged at the bottom of my dress, lifting it up and over my arms. I shivered as he stepped back, staring at me, his expression one of awe. I pushed my body against him, my hands circling around his neck as I kissed him…
Seth had been right. I didn’t need to spend time and money finding the perfect gift because I was all Andy wanted. And he had me that night, over and over again in various locations around my apartment.
I smiled at the memory, pulling my lip between my teeth. That had been one hell of a night. And I’d learned something: it’s not the material things that show a person how much you love them, it’s the actions—what you do, how you act, and what you say—that matter.
Chapter Twelve
Seth
Andy didn’t get out of bed the next day. Or the day after that. He wasn’t doing well, and Em was becoming more upset by the minute. She refused to leave his side, even just to eat or sleep. I had to do something, because sitting by and watching her fall apart wasn’t an option.