Just Say Yes (Just Say Yes #2) (27 page)

“Fuck Zoey, I can’t control myself when you do that with your nails. It makes me want to fuck you hard. I can’t help it,” he admitted, almost sounding ashamed. He propped himself up on his elbows, looking down at me like he was waiting for me to say something.

I pulled his face down to kiss him. “It’s why I do it, Sexy. Sometimes a girl just needs to be fucked.
Hard
.”

A low, deep laugh emanated from his chest. “I can’t believe you said that.”

I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him back down for a kiss. I teased his lips with my tongue, gently biting his bottom lip.

“I can’t help the way you make me feel…the way you make my body feel,” I whispered. “The way you make my heart feel…I love you so much. Whether we’re making love or getting kinda crazy and hot for each other like we just did, I know it’s because we love each other, and no matter what, it’s just the way we are together.”

He kissed me passionately while he rocked his hips forward. His cock twitched, and he was getting hard again inside of me. “I love you, Zoey,” he groaned as he grew harder and slowly began thrusting his hips.

“Do you love me enough to marry me?” I teased.

“Yes,” he whispered. “Now shut up and let me make love to you. No more fucking tonight for my girl, she’s gonna get it slow and easy now.”

That night, I slept well. I was exhausted and completely satisfied, thanks to Andy. I don’t know how many times we made love, or even what time we finally went to sleep. He was gentle, sweet, and passionate the entire night, worshipping my body like it was a piece of fine art that should be treated with care and appreciated for its beauty.

When I woke, I turned to face him in bed, but when I opened my eyes, he wasn’t there. I sat up and looked around the room, wondering if maybe he was in the shower already. Checking the clock on his nightstand, I found that it was already nine-thirty.

Holy shit, I overslept.
I was embarrassed, so I flew out of bed on weak, wobbly legs, took a quick shower, yanked a white, lacy dress over my head, and within thirty minutes, I was downstairs. It had been so hot outside in Nor Cal, I pretty much lived in dresses of some type. Granted, it was usually simple sundresses, but I was in Sonoma at the Tate’s house, so I only brought my nicest dresses. Besides, it was too uncomfortable to wear anything that was even remotely snug.

The house was empty, from what I could tell. My stomach was growling, so I proceeded to the kitchen to find something to eat. I found an envelope with my name scribbled on it propped up against a wine bottle on the counter.

Hmm, wonder where he went to so early.
I didn’t need to wonder long. When I finished eating a bagel, he came strolling into the kitchen.

“Good morning. Did you sleep well?” he asked as he folded his arms around me and kissed my neck.

“Yes, I did. You were right about the bed, too. It’s so comfortable, I just woke up about an hour ago,” I admitted.

He kissed my shoulder. “Are you sure the bed is what made you sleep so long?” he asked, grinning. “We did stay up late, remember?”

I sighed. “I’m sorry. I don’t remember much from last night. You know...all the wine we drank. Maybe you can remind me?” The funny thing was I had only sipped on one tiny glass of wine.

He spun me around on the barstool, pushed my dress up my thighs, wrapped my legs around his hips, and picked me up.
Holy hell.
He jogged out of the kitchen with me wrapped around him, hanging on for dear life.

“Andy, put me down!” I shrieked as I scratched my nails up his back. I couldn’t stop laughing, though, which of course, egged him on more.

“I am
so
gonna make you regret doing that with your nails, Zoey,” he growled.

I was secretly thrilled with what he might do to me.

He carried me the entire way across the house, where he stopped at the bottom of the stairs. I had slipped down a bit from him jogging across the house with me, so he hoisted me up onto his hips again. He got me settled; I hung on tighter, and then he took the stairs two at a time.

“Andy, you’re going to drop me,” I laughed and was breathless from the ride. I didn’t know how he hauled me up the stairs so fast.

“I’d never drop you,” he said before he kissed away what breath I had left in me, all the way down the hallway to his bedroom.

Using my back, he pushed the bedroom door open, walked through it, kicking it closed with his bare foot. He finally tossed me onto the bed, stripped off his clothes, then pulled my dress and panties off. He had a very naughty gleam in his blue eyes.

“Do you need to be
fucked
again, Zoey?” he asked deviously as he crawled onto the bed on his hands and knees.
Oh yes, please.

I scooted backward out of his reach, unsnapped my bra, and threw it to the floor. “As a matter of fact, I think I do,” I said, stifling a giggle. He reached across the bed and gripped my ankles then pulled me to him.

He pushed my knees apart and kissed from my ankle all the way up my thigh. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched him kiss my inner thigh. “You are so fucking hot,” I whispered.

When he looked up at me, I noticed his gorgeous blue eyes had dimmed and filled with desire. He ran his tongue up to lick my clit while I watched him. I closed my eyes and let my head fall back. God that felt good. He edged in closer and delved deeper with his tongue.

After a few minutes, he slipped his fingers inside me and began sliding them in and out slowly. “Andy…
fuck
.” I was literally panting when he brought me to my first orgasm.

He tortured me with his tongue throughout my orgasm, so that when it was over, I still trembled. He sat back on his heels.

“Turn over and get on your knees,” he said, his voice deep and gravelly. Without question, I did as he told me.

He gripped my hips and pushed himself inside me from behind. He groaned loudly and then sucked in a deep breath as he began pounding into me. “Ahh, fuck…Zoey,” he mumbled as he continued to drive into me, his balls smacking against my clit each time.

He let go of my hips to run his hands up and down my back. My legs were still weak from our activities the previous night, and they were beginning to shake. Maybe I should take up running or something to strengthen them if I was going to keep up with this machine of a man.

“Andy, I need to lie down, my legs…”

He pulled out suddenly, making me gasp. “Sorry, Zoey,” he said as he watched me flip over onto my back.

“Oh, it’s quite alright,” I said. “My legs feel like rubber from last night. Now get back down here and finish what you started.” So he did.

We laid there for well over an hour, tangled up in the sheets, him on his back with my cheek against his chest, and me tracing his tattoos with my fingertip. “You still haven’t taken me to get my tattoo yet.”

“Are you still going to get your snowflakes?”

I nodded. “Mmm hmm…Yeah, that’s still what I want.”

“We’ll make an appointment and try to go next weekend. But right now, we need to get dressed. There’s somewhere we need to go.”

“Where are we going?”

“Lunch.”

We redressed and went outside to leave. I started walking to my car, but he took my hand and guided me over to the detached garage instead.

“Our ride is in here,” he said as he pulled me through the door behind him.

He flipped a switch on the wall, bathing the garage with light. There were a few cars in the garage, but we walked past them to a bright red, side-by-side ATV.

“Andy, where are we going that we need to drive an ATV? Are you sure we can’t take this Aston Martin instead?” I inquired when I noticed the gorgeous car sitting next to it. I’d never seen one in person.

He smiled at me, shaking his head. “Please get in, Zoey. I promise you, it will be worth it.”

I pouted. “Can I drive?”

Andy handed me the keys then walked to the roll up garage door and hit the button to open it. He came back and sat on the passenger seat.

“Well, let’s go, woman,” he urged, with the happiest smile I’d ever seen on his face.

I hopped in the driver’s seat and started the engine. Jokingly, I revved the throttle a little bit. He put on his seatbelt as he shook his head. I pulled my seatbelt on while I let the ATV warm up, then after a few minutes, I drove it out the garage door.

“Which way, Sexy?”

He told me to drive around behind the garage toward the vineyard. We passed through several rows of grapevines toward the foothills that surrounded the massive property.

“Go up this hill here,” he instructed me, pointing to the left. We reached the top of the hill and drove into a grove of trees. “Keep going till you hit the clearing, then park.”

He kicked his feet up on the dashboard of the ATV and crossed his ankles. I drove until I found the clearing in the trees. I parked toward the right side of the clearing and shut off the engine.

“Now where?”

He took my hand in his. “Right this way,” Andy replied as he led me into the grove of trees.

I looked over at him inquisitively and joked, “You’re not bringing me out here to whack me are you? Bury me somewhere nobody would ever find my body?”

“Nah, not today,” he replied sarcastically. He put his arm around my shoulders and kissed the side of my head.

I looked at the area where he was leading me and saw there was a large picnic blanket and a few throw pillows spread out under the shade of a large weeping willow tree. It was the biggest willow tree I had ever seen in my life.

“Is this where you were this morning when I woke up?”

He nodded, grinning. “Yep.”

We came closer to the tree and I saw an ice chest sitting next to it.

“Sit down, Zoey. Get comfortable. I’ll get the food ready.”

I giggled. “Hurry, I’m hungry.”

“Jeez, hold your horses, boss lady,” he teased as his blue eyes lit up with amusement.

He pulled out a small tray from a picnic basket next to the ice chest, then set out two wine glasses and poured us each a glass of chilled wine. Opening the ice chest, he took out everything to make my favorite Chinese chicken salad. He prepared our salads then handed me my plate and fork. I set my plate down and leaned toward him.

“Thank you, my love. Nobody has ever done anything like this for me before.”

He pressed his lips to mine. “I do it because I love you, Zoey.”

“I love you, too.” I sat back down and enjoyed our lunch under the willow tree.

When we were finished eating, he put the salad away, stood up, and walked around the other side of the willow tree. When he came back around, he was carrying his acoustic guitar.

“What else are you hiding behind the tree?” I joked.

“Nothing else behind the tree, don’t worry,” he said as he sat down on the blanket with his legs crossed. “I’m going to sing you two Snow Patrol songs today so sit back and relax.”

I nodded and waited for him to play.