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“Everyone helps clean up before anything else,” we recited together.

I debated throwing her over my shoulder, but the reminder of all we had to lose, our shared history, everything we had in common, made me pause. Taking my time with Andi, doing it right—she was worth it. I ignored the fire of anticipation racing through me, focusing instead on not dropping the dishes as we cleared the table. Chipping a dish or two was a small price to pay if it meant getting Andi naked faster, and my enthusiasm for loading the dishwasher didn’t go unnoticed.

“You ready to make good on all those shopping cart promises, Ty?” she asked with a saucy grin, her hip cocked in a seductive pose. The glint in her eye had me immediately hard.

“Major Erection, reporting for duty,” I saluted her jauntily, grinning like I was thirteen again. All teeth and no finesse.

Her belly laugh made the agony of waiting for tonight worth it. I couldn’t imagine being this playful with anyone else. Taking her by surprise, I lowered my shoulder into her midsection, boosting her over my back, enjoying the firm globes of her ass, ready for me to stroke. Maybe spank, if she got too uppity.

“Ty, what are you doing?” Andi screeched around her giggles.

I smacked her ass and bounced to get her settled more firmly on my shoulder.

“Just showing you a good time.”

“While I do like ogling your butt, it’s not exactly what I had in mind,” she wheezed out as I walked us toward my bedroom.

I set her down gently on my king-size bed, crawling until I had a knee on either side of her hips. Hair spread like a halo, lips soft and open, lashes at half-mast, she seemed more than ready for every dirty suggestion I wanted to share.

“Whatdidyou have in mind?” I prompted, settling back on my heels to strip off my T-shirt.

She grabbed the front of my jeans, hooking a finger over the waist and tugging me until my pelvis met hers. I’m not ashamed to admit it, I groaned.

“My idea of a good time starts with you naked. Think you can manage that?”

“Bet I can beat you to it.”

“You’re on.”

Her raised brows challenged me as she pushed up from her prone position, teasing me by slowly lifting the edge of her shirt to expose a strip of soft, golden skin.

My tongue suddenly thick in my mouth, I bit at the tip and hissed as she scraped the fabric up her sides, torturously slowly.

Distracted, I paused with my hands at my fly, watching her slumbrous eyes and the hint of a smile at the corner of her mouth disappear beneath the shirt as she stripped it off. She bit at her bottom lip, and I couldn’t focus on anything else, totally missing her push her leggings and underwear down her hips. She propped a hand beneath her head, running a fingertip down one bare hip, and my limited synapse function could only focus on her feminine nail, stroking where I wanted to be. Licking along her satiny skin.

She cleared her throat, gesturing to my hand at the front of my pants.

“Need a little help there, Hot Stuff?”

Losing suddenly felt a lot like winning. I swallowed around the desire clogging my throat.

“Sure. I’m all yours.”

Did she hear the bald truth in those words?

She slid a slim hand between my jeans and the taut skin on my abdomen, and I inhaled quickly. Those hot hands, so close to where I wanted them. Needed them.

Andi made quick work of shucking my jeans and boxers, until we were both blessedly naked, tracing each other’s bodies with hungry hands.

Each stroke sent a zap along every nerve, until I was trembling from the effort to go slow. Give her time to be as aroused as I was.

Andi kissed me hungrily, as if she were starving for me, and I shuddered.

The trickle of awareness that had always been present had exploded into a flame. No longer just friends, desire raced through me.

We came together, pushing, pulling, merging. Andi wasn’t shy about telling me what she wanted, what she needed.

“Touch me here,” she urged, guiding me between her thighs.