Chapter 11

Andrew breathed on her shivering body, and his tongue moved over her again in another long stroke, curled and caressed, dipped deep, and then she heard herself crying his name as he suckled hard, his tongue stabbing deep, rasping and rubbing over her most sensitive spot. She couldn't stay still, thrashing under him, her head falling back and forth, her lungs burning for air, while her body tightened and tightened, straining and building until she thought she'd explode.

"Andrew!" She caught his dark hair in her fist and yanked. "You're killing me."

"It's all good, baby," he encouraged. "I want you ready for me." His fingers pushed deep, found gold, and she bucked, her back arching, as wave after wave of orgasms rocked her from head to toe.

Andrew shifted instantly, moving between her legs and thrusting deep into her silken sheath. Her muscles gripped him, and he fought his entry in spite of her slickness but gave way as he powered deeper, pushing through the tight, hot fol