Lanie Dirty Pirate Guy was no more. “I don’t get where he could have gone,” Erica sullenly said, stirring the cocktail she’d gotten in place of her usual wine. “You want me to justify that question with an answer?”Even in the softly lit bar, her eye roll couldn’t be missed. “Look at it this way. Now you can focus more attention on doing yoga.”“Hm.” She pretended to mull over that. “Why, I never thought of such a thing.”“Why, do give it a try.” I laughed, mimicking whatever proper accent it was she’d tried on. “Tell me about Andrew again.” Erica fished the cherry out of her martini glass and bit it in half, her eyes wide and eager.“I did tell you.”“I know, but it’s so romantic. I can’t believe you have to wait another week to see him again.”“Yeah.” The mention of going that long without his touch made a heavy rock form in my stomach.“I mean, wow, he’s so, what’s the word? Chivalrous?”“You had to search for that word?”“Yeah, I had to dig it out of its grave.” She winked. “B

Lanie Desire was pain. At least, it had suddenly become that way. I’d never before experienced the things Andrew made me. With him, every experience was unknown. My body tingled, itched, and ached in extraordinary ways. Every time he glanced at me, my heart fluttered.Rolling up to the parking lot of a small restaurant, he opened my door as he always did and then held my hand for the walk inside. The place was low-key but also a hot spot. I’d never been to it before, but I recognized the name. Potted plants covered the circular layout, and the staff all wore black vests. The host escorted us to a small table in a corner. Instead of taking the seat on the other side of the table, Andrew ignored where the host had put his menu and settled in right next to me. His knee brushed against mine, and I sucked in a breath. Why had I let him take me out of my apartment? Screw dinner. We could have had boxed mac n’ cheese for all I cared. Or nothing at all. My appetite had up and vanished the s

Lanie Pressing his face against the inside of my thigh, he nipped me slightly. A cry burst from my throat but a smile also warped my lips. Andrew grinned against the sensitive skin of my thigh before taking his face lower.Pushing my panties to the side, he gave my folds one achingly slow lick. It was far from enough. My legs were shaking, and I couldn’t stop my hips from bucking against his mouth. Twisting my panties, he pulled them off and tossed them to the floor. Once again, his face disappeared between my legs. This time, though, it brought with it the pleasure I so badly wanted. His warm tongue ran slow circles around my sensitive spots, eliciting more cries from me. Working his hands back up my stomach, he pushed my bra cups all the way down and found my breasts. The twists on my nipples became sharper as his tongue sped up the pace. Breathtaking pleasure mixed with a lining of pain, sending me over the edge. I burst, calling his name as I held onto his hair by the roots. Wi

Lanie I slowed my car down as the houses became larger and farther apart. “This neighborhood is super nice,” I quietly said into the phone. “Where did you expect him to live?” Erica responded. I shrugged, though she couldn’t see me. On her end, Matt’s muffled voice said something. “What are you guys doing?” I asked.“His friend has some house party tonight, so we might swing by that. Unless your new boyfriend wants us to come over and crash your dinner party.”I smiled to myself, deciding not to correct her use of “boyfriend.” It had been three days since I woke up in a hotel bed with one of the most amazing men in the universe, and I’d spent every second since then burning to see him. Gone was the belief that a couple of fun evenings would be enough. I wanted more from Andrew. Though I was worried about putting an exact label on what I desired, the truth was I simply wanted him around. I loved it when he was with me, and I didn’t want that ever to change. For the last three da

Lanie Andrew sighed, and I gave him a timid, encouraging smile. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” he admitted. “I bet most people feel that way.”He shook his head. “It’s good that she’s going out. She didn’t used to. But now that she’s acting normal again, I’m left with a whole new problem.”“That of raising a teenager?”“Exactly.” He laughed. I lifted a shoulder. “Sorry. I wish I could be more help.” “This is your job, isn’t it?” He reached across the table and took my hand in his. Flipping my arm over, his fingers ran up and down the delicate spot there. Pleasure danced through me.“Um, what were we talking about again?”Andrew smiled. “Nothing,” he whispered. “We’re finally alone.”“Yeah,” I thickly gasped. “We are.”For a long moment, we stayed where we were, his fingers dancing across my arm. After days of yearning for his touch, getting it made me feel so good I was afraid I’d pass out. “Want to see the living room?” he asked after a while. I’d already gotten a peek at it ea