by ZN Willett
Whoever it was didn't go away and started to ring my doorbell. I knew it wasn't my Mom. Both she and Bob were in South Carolina, and Keira had a key. So, I walked to the front door and looked out the peephole to a very red-faced Andrew. As I stared in shock, I watched him bang on the door again. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door. "Where the hell have you been?" he hissed as he pushed his way into the house as I backed up.
His tone startled me. "I was at the pool. How…why are you here?"
"I have been standing out there for a while. Why did you hang up on me?" he growled.
I took another pulled breath to soothe the anger that was quickly erupting inside of me. "You obviously wanted to go on your date with Brittney. So, I didn't push it!" I yelled the last part, surprising myself while taking a step back as Andrew stepped closer.
He started talking to me, but it looked as if he were talking to himself, as well. "You are very frustrating. I am trying to keep in control, but you are making me…"
Boldly, I stepped toward him. "What Andrew? Obviously you want to be with everyone but me—"
Before I could finish that thought, I found myself flying against the wall. I heard the picture on the table next to me fall as Andrew's face came to within an inch from mine. I stared breathless as his eyes bore into my own.
Before I could ask him what the hell he was doing, he kissed me. No. I wouldn't say kiss. He devoured me, and I let him. I let Andrew's lips dominate every inch of mine while it kept getting harder to breathe.
The tiny sands in the wall scratched my back as he lifted me upward. I grabbed his hair as my legs wrapped around his waist. He let out a growl as he kissed down my neck until he reached the top of my bikini. I watched as the most sinful smile spread across his face. His breath was warm and erratic as he looked up before he hissed, "Tell me to stop, Andria." My eyes widened in confusion as his words contradicted his actions. "You better tell me to stop, or I'm going to claim you as mine."
I squeezed my legs tighter around his waist as my head fell back at his words. I thought I was going to explode from them alone. I looked back into his hungry eyes and said, "I'm yours."
We left a trail of destruction as I tried to lead Andrew to my bedroom. Several times, I thought we weren't going to make it. I couldn't imagine how many bruises we had from stubbed toes to bumped knees, and a fall—that was me. Andrew finally said, "Screw it" and picked me up.
He laid me on the bed as I crawled back onto the pillows. It looked as if Andrew was internally fighting with himself. "Andria, I'm trying to gain some control here, but if you keep looking at me like that while biting your lip, I'm not going to be able to be gentle, baby."
I became a wanton mess, and I couldn't take my eyes off of him. I watched as he began to take off his shirt, and in one swoop, his jeans and boxers. My mouth watered as the glory of Andrew Hughes stood in front of me—naked—before crawling up to me. It seemed unreal. I couldn't speak. Everything about that was hot, and writing it and seeing it were two completely different things.
My hands became clammy, and my breath picked up as Andrew centered himself between my legs. He didn't say much, which surprised me. When we had previously made our way to my bedroom, he had a lot to say. Mostly cuss words with occasional, "Andria's," "I'm losing control," and "I'm going to have you." My favorite was hearing his repeated chanting, "Mine." But Andrew now let his lips and hands do the talking.
He placed firm kisses along the inside of my thigh before switching to the other. I watched in anticipation as he kissed down my calf before resuming upward until he hit my bikini bottoms. My heart stopped as he looked up with that smirk and slowly scooted the bottoms off. His hands and fingers felt like fire as they trailed up and down my flesh. Andrew took one long adoring look in my eyes before they lingered down my body.
The heightened sensations were becoming too much, and I could feel the anticipation that was to follow. I stared at Andrew in awe, overloaded by vision and sensation at what he was doing. I couldn't take my eyes off of his glorious body, and I didn't want him to stop. I held on as long as I could until I heard him say, "Are you sure, Andria?"
I reached up to his face and kissed his lips tenderly as I answered, "Yes."
He reached for something on the nightstand. In the midst of it all, I didn't realize he had placed a condom there. I thought now wasn't a good time to tell him I had gotten a shot.
I watched the muscles in Andrew's arms flex on each side of me as he lowered himself in slowly. I closed my eyes, breathing erratically at the fullness of him. When Andrew reached what I knew was going to be a big surprise, I opened my eyes as he squeaked, "Andria?"
He had an expression of horror mixed in with a little pleasure as he searched my eyes. I placed my hands on both sides of his face. "Andrew please. Can I explain...after?"
Andrew's face clearly showed that he was conflicted. "But…how? I…this is not…how?" and then he started cursing under his breath.
"I want you," I pleaded. "That is all that matters. Please, Andrew. I need you."
"But...and we haven't—"
"Later." I knew we had to talk, but at that moment, Andrew was all that I could see. "I want you."
And with those words his eyes darkened. "Mine?"
"Yours."
I was afraid he was going to halt all activity as I watched his mind spin as his body shifted upward. I was thrilled when his lips started to linger behind my ear as my entire body began to tingle. Then I heard a grumble as Andrew's kisses became something more.
After, when I opened my eyes, I could see the passion in his, and I knew right then that I was indeed in love with Andrew Hughes. I didn't care about the aching burn or that it may not have been my ideal scenario to lose my virginity. He was my ideal man. His expression of gentleness, caring and concern, made the moment perfect.
We said nothing as we lay there in each other's arms. I didn't want that moment to end, and I hoped he felt the same. He kissed my forehead and wrapped his arms tighter around me as we sighed in content.
We fell asleep in that position, and having Andrew's arms around me felt like a dream. I was unclear about what tomorrow would bring. One thing I knew with utmost certainty, though, was that I loved Andrew Hughes.
I lay still, and tried not to wake Andrew, as I internally freaked the hell out! I was in bed with Andrew. No, I had sex with Andrew. I had lain there awake wondering what the hell happened.
I always heard about the awkward morning after from friends, and thinking about it didn't help my building anxiety. What if I had made a huge mistake? What if it's a one-time thing? Or what if Andrew doesn't have feelings for me? What if he wakes and says he made a mistake? Every "what if" ran through my mind, and I felt sick.
Slowly easing out of Andrew's arms, I fell to the floor. It wasn't the most graceful exit, but he didn't wake. I crawled to the door and made my way out of the bedroom, and shut the door as quietly as possible, I ran outside. I needed air. Questions flooded my mind as I stood there pondering over everything. There were so many questions, and I chastised myself for letting my heart rule over my head. But for the first time this felt right, even though he could break my heart.
Sadly, I was too distracted, freaking out, to realize I was bare-naked. The brisk wind that hit all of my girly parts got my attention and I ran back into the house. Running straight into the guest bathroom, I grabbed a robe. I was thankful that Keira had left clothes here to have when she stays over after a late night work session.
As I walked past the mirror hanging on the wall over the dresser, I stopped. I wanted to see if I looked any different—how cliché was that—knowing that I didn't. I did look like a hot mess. My hair was all over the place, my lips and eyes were swollen and red, and I could see some bruises forming—all self-inflicted.
I searched the guest bathroom for one of my brushes, and I ran it through my hair. I cleaned up a bit before looking at myself again. But this time, I couldn't help the growing grin on my face as I
felt my anxiety slowly ease away.
I had lost my virginity to Andrew Hughes!
I wanted to shout it out and vomit at the same time. It was like nothing I could have ever imagined. He had been incredible and sexy and…everything. It was everything I had ever wanted and fantasized about. No matter what happened from here, I would never regret it. And, I hoped Andrew wouldn't either.
Looking at the clock, it was a little past eight, and I thought Andrew would be hungry. I went to the kitchen, and stared in the refrigerator as I tried to figure out what to make for breakfast. What does one cook for someone after a night like last night? Protein, I thought. I always had my heroine fix eggs and bacon. So, I went with that but added cut up fruit and toast to the meal.
The bacon was almost done when I heard bare footsteps enter the kitchen. I froze. This was it, the moment of truth. Yet, I couldn't turn around. I stood still holding my breath as I heard the steps come up behind me. The moment I felt the back of his hand lightly brush my neck as he moved my hair to place a kiss on my shoulder, I exhaled.
"So beautiful," he whispered.
I stood still as his mouth gently trailed soft kisses from one shoulder to the other as Andrew showered me with his warm lips. As I leaned into him, he wrapped his arms around me, and we stood there for an amazing moment. He had placed his head on my shoulder, and I finally looked over at him. "I thought you might be hungry. Are eggs okay?"
"Whatever you make is fine with me. How are you feeling?"
He had a look of concern. "I'm…great."
He raised my head, gently pushing up my chin. "Really, are you okay? Are you in pain?"
Embarrassed, I looked away from him. "I'm fine. Have a seat and I'll get you something to drink. Is orange juice okay?"
He looked as if he wanted to say something else. But, he nodded his head as I directed him to the bar stool with the placemat. I couldn't help paying attention to every muscle that moved as Andrew walked to sit down. I had a clear view of his naked chest and studied his fit form. He wore only boxers and even the sight of his bare feet made me tingly.
I pushed down those thoughts as I plated our food and poured two glasses of juice. I stood across the counter, and watched him eat in an uncomfortable silence. I, on the other hand was unable to eat. I swept my eggs back and forth on my plate as I tried to figure out what to say. I didn't have to ruminate long. "Andria, can we talk?" Andrew was staring at me, and it was hard to look directly into his eyes. "I'll go first. I need to apologize."
My eyes fell as his words felt like a jagged knife stabbing me. I wasn't sure what Andrew saw on my face, but I was sure it was the pain that those words caused.
"Andria? No! I'm not apologizing for last night. Last night was amazing." I looked up in shock. "It was incredible," he assured me and smiled. "I'm apologizing for barging in yesterday. Not for only yesterday, but the other day as well I should have said or handled things differently. When you hung up before I could explain, I was shocked and honestly...saw red. You made me feel things I haven't felt before," he said mainly to himself.
"Andrew, I was frustrated, and not just at that. Yes, maybe I shouldn't have expected that you would have dropped everything because I wanted to spend more time with you. But making plans with—"
"I wanted to spend more time with you," he interrupted with a clipped tone.
The suppressed anger I had buried deep inside was crawling its way to the surface. "Like I was saying, Andrew-I was thrown off by the fact that you made plans the second I had left. But really, what do I know—"
"Please, let me explain. Brittney…" I glared at him. "Hear me out, please? The morning of your event I received a call from Brittney. Her mother had died."
I gasped and covered my mouth. "Oh my gosh! I am so sorry."
I had acted like a jerk.
"It was her biological mother. She didn't really know her. Brittney didn't even know she existed until a few years ago when the mother she knew had passed away. It's a long story, but she had problems dealing with the truth about being adopted in the first place, and now with her birth mother dying, she needed a friend."
I placed my hands on top of Andrew's and squeezed. "I understand that you needed to be there for her. I hope you don't think I would want you to not…"
"I should have explained things more. And that night...and when you got angry and insinuated I wanted to be with other women—"
"I have no right to ask you to be exclusive this soon—"
Andrew quickly got up and stood in front of me. "I need you to understand that I do not want other women. I only want you."
I gaped at him before he placed a gentle kiss on my lips; and saw the sincerity in his eyes.
"Andrew, I need to apologize for hanging up. It was childish—"
"It was." He smiled slightly.
"Thanks." I rolled my eyes but continued, "I just wanted to make the most of our time together, and the other night, you were preoccupied…with those people…"
He stepped in closer, this time pinning my body against the kitchen island. "Those people are exactly that, those people. I have no interest in other women. When I'm at events like that I play my part, but it's only that, a part."
"But you never even acknowledged me."
"That's what you're mad at?" he laughed. I didn't appreciate that and started to push him away. He grabbed on to my wrists. "They knew who you were Andria. It was your event." I struggled to get out of his hold, but he held on tighter. "I wanted to keep my private life private as long as possible. Any whiff that we are together and the vultures would start to circle."
I eased up, and he let go of my wrists. "What do you mean?"
"In my line of work, it's hard to keep anything personal as private. I was hoping that I could keep us private for as long as possible. Once it gets out that we are a couple, your life will change more than I think you're ready for at the moment. It's not going to be easy maintaining any type of normalcy in our relationship. You're going to long for the day when no one is lurking about."
"I never thought about that."
Andrew pushed into me as he said, "Well you should. I 'm a very private person. The more I try to keep things that way, the more interesting I become. The paparazzi feed off of anything and everything they can. Any new or little thing they can find on me either explodes into a mess of lies or becomes an issue."
"That's a horrible way to live."
"Unfortunately, it comes with the job. Oh, and I just happen to like my job." He smirked.
My eyes followed as his hand trailed up my arm, to my shoulder, and back down to the center of my robe. I watched as he loosened the tie. My flesh shivered and burned when his other hand cupped my face as he leaned in to kiss me. It was gentle at first until I wrapped my arms around his neck, causing my robe to open. It became more passionate as Andrew lifted me onto the counter and stepped in-between my dangling legs. I sat bare in front of him feeling exposed and a little self-conscious. "I love that you were jealous," he huskily whispered in my ear while he continued trailing kisses down my neck.
"I wasn't jealous," I breathed out, consumed by the feathery feel of his lips.
He looked at me with furrowed brows. "Yes, you were."
"Okay, maybe I was. But can you blame me? The way you acted and all those women throwing themselves at you," I said flailing my arms.
"But I was with you, Andria."
"It just made me feel…"
"Territorial?"
Yes.
I looked into his knowing eyes. "Not sure if that's it."
Andrew's fingers trailed between my breasts. "Well, seeing that guy looking at your ass at the airport, made me very territorial."
I forgot about that. "Is that why?" I started to laugh. "The whole car thing was because of some guy looking at my behind?"
He reached around and firmly squeezed my bottom. "That and I missed you."
I smiled widely at his words. "You have absolutely nothing to worry about, Andr
ew."
"Yet, I keep telling you the same thing."
He had me. So, I kissed him. I kissed him good.
Andrew's hands pushed my robe further open as they trailed downward. I winced, shocked at how sensitive I was. Andrew noticed and stopped in his tracks. "There's something else we need to talk about."
I knew, but I was hoping that he didn't remember. "There was never a right moment to mention the whole virgin thing."
He laughed. "What I don't understand is how could you have been a virgin? I am honored and giving me…that...gift was incredible, but you are a beautiful woman…"
"It's not like I never had the chance," he growled. I laughed. "There was never a time that felt right."
His face dropped. "How many times, Andria?"
"How many times for you?" That shut him up. "All I'm saying is that I wanted it to be…well…incredible in every way. And it was."
He placed his forehead against mine. "It was?"
"You know it was."
"I thought so, but…"
"Andrew Hughes, do you doubt your skills in bed?"
"Umm, no. But I wanted it to be special with you, even more so after knowing this was your first time. I was too rough."
"I like it rough."
"I noticed." He pulled back with a proud glare.
I was so embarrassed, and he had the cheesiest grin on his face.
"Next time, I promise a little more romance."
As I blinked a couple of times gaping at him, I asked, "Next time?"
"Did you think I could sleep with you once and have my fill?"
"Umm, well…"
Andrew's hands started to explore my body. "I may never get my fill of you."
I moaned, "I hope not," as he kissed me.
"Damn!"
Our heads turned as I looked in the eyes of a very shocked Keira.
Andrew half laughed as he turned back to me. "Blocked again."
While Andrew got dressed, I quickly explained to Keira why he was here. She walked into the house, and saw that it looked as if I had been robbed. She was about to dial 911 when she stepped into the kitchen.