Page 31 of Always the Bridesmaid, Never the Duchess (Wallflower Season #3)

It felt second nature for her to part her lips and open herself to him.

His tongue entered her mouth and sent her to new heights of pleasure.

She met his tongue with her own. As she did, she pressed her body even closer.

She longed to melt into him. To become one.

His hands entwined themselves in her hair and cupped her head, not allowing her to escape from his kiss.

Not that she wanted to. Kate wanted more. She needed more.

Her hands found the buttons of his shirt, and she tried to unbutton it, but her fingers fumbled. Andrew pulled away from her slightly and whispered, “Let me help.”

In a moment, he was out of his shirt and his pants had been yanked from him. She marveled at the length and girth of him as he pressed once more against her. She reached down and felt its velvety softness and let out a soft whimper of delight and awe.

Emboldened, her hands traced his torso and found a light dusting of hair across his chest. Andrew pulled back and when he saw what amused her, he grabbed her bottom and pulled her closer to him, growling.

She felt his heartbeat in sync with her own.

His hand reached up and traced her lips and she opened her mouth and her tongue flicked out and teased the tip of his finger. He gasped.

Next, his mouth found the swell of her breast and he traced kisses as light as a butterfly’s touch along the top of each one.

“I need to feel you,” Andrew growled. “All of you.” He pulled away from her and his fingers found the ties of her dress.

It took him only moments to remove her from the confines of it and she lay before him.

Kate reached up to cover herself with her hands, but he captured her hands with his own.

“Don’t,” Andrew commanded. “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Kate. Don’t ever hide yourself away from me again.”

He lowered himself down next to her and his thigh captured her legs, forcing her to still. His hands traced lazy circles along her nipples. He bent down and gently nipped them causing a spear of heat to race across her skin.

His hand slid from her breasts down to the curve of her hips.

They danced along her skin. His touch was as light as a feather, but the pleasure was intense.

He gazed at her. In the dim candlelight, Kate saw the desire in his eyes.

He wanted her as much as she wanted him. She pressed herself against him.

He kissed her, but rather than pushing himself closer to her, Andrew pulled back. She groaned in frustration. He lifted her chin with his finger and stared into her eyes. “Are you sure?”

Kate couldn’t speak. She nodded and it was as if she had granted him access to the treasures of heaven.

He kissed her face, tracing her jawline with his mouth.

She reached down and touched him, and his hardness leaped in her hand.

Andrew returned suit and slid his finger down into her wetness.

He stroked her with his finger causing a wave of pleasure to crash over her.

She arched up to meet his finger and he moved it slowly around in a circle causing her to tremble.

She parted her legs, and he rolled over onto her.

He stilled himself and stared at her. As they locked gazes, he entered her, sending an unexpected twinge of pain through her.

She gasped. Andrew didn’t move. Simple held himself above her until he sensed the pain had subsided.

A new feeling pushed the pain away and she found herself arching up to accept more of him into her.

She grasped his hips and with a groan, he began to move.

Soon, they moved in rhythm. Their gazes never wavered.

Soon, the pleasure grew to a crescendo for Kate and she cried out as it crested.

His movements quickened and his strokes became longer.

Soon, his own voice echoed hers as they rode the wave of pleasure together.

Andrew held Kate in his arms in the candlelight. Her long, chestnut hair fanned out against the pillow forming a halo around her. He traced her jawline with his finger, entranced.

“Are you all right?” he whispered. He didn’t want to hurt her. He knew it was the price a woman paid for pleasure, but he never wanted to cause Kate any pain.

She didn’t answer. Instead, she leaned over and kissed his chest. “You have more hair than I thought you would.”

Andrew chuckled. “That’s not the response I wanted, but yes, I am a hairy beast of a man.”

“I like it,” Kate said and smiled up at him. She reached up and traced his nipple with her finger. Andrew reached over and imitated her movement and drew a gasp of pleasure from her.

“Is it always like this?” Kate said, wonder in her voice.

Andrew frowned. “The pain? No, as we do this more often, it should lessen until you feel nothing but pleasure.” He stroked her hair with his hand.

“Will we do this more often?” Kate asked, looking at him from beneath her long eyelashes. Andrew answered her by capturing her breast in his mouth. She found herself arching against him once more as they each filled the other with pleasure.

It was a long time before they collapsed together in the bed. Kate knew that after the wedding, Andrew would be gone, and she would be alone once more. She planned to enjoy this night, so that she could reexperience it in her dreams when she was once more alone.

She turned and watched him sleep. His breathing was deep and steady. She lay her head against his chest and listened to his heartbeat. A small tear escaped and trickled down her cheek before landing on his chest.

“I love you, Andrew,” Kate whispered.

His only response was the beat of his heart as his chest rose and fell beneath her. Kate closed her eyes, allowing herself to fall asleep cradled against him.