New and…Improved? & Andrew in Excess by Jill Shalvis Page A

“Becca, did you hear me?”
    â€œI… No,” she admitted, unable to hear anything past the roar of blood in her ears.
    His hands settled on her quivering stomach and slowly, so slowly, his fingers slid up until they covered her breasts. “I said you’re beautiful,” herepeated. “ You, Becca. Not some glossy image you made up, but the real Becca.”
    She couldn’t stop her surprised, indrawn breath nor the delighted shock that reverberated through her system when his thumbs rasped over her nipples.
    â€œDid you hear me this time?” His hot, intense gaze held hers. “You’re the most incredible woman I know. Inside and out.” His fingers continued to stroke her. “Tell me you believe that, Becca.”
    â€œI… Kent, ” she breathed, arching into his touch. “More.”
    In the next shattering moment, her bra came unfastened and he ran his warm hands over her taut curves, over the hard, aching points of her breasts, which were thrust out, dying for attention. The sensations were so incredible, so intense, she cried out.
    â€œTell me,” he demanded.
    She could do nothing but toss her head back and let out a shockingly dark, needy sound.
    â€œOpen your eyes, Becca.”
    At his erotically rough voice, she obeyed, and with his gaze he let her see everything he was feeling. He tugged her robe and bra down to her elbows so that her arms lay trapped at her side.“Do you know you’re my every fantasy lying there like that?” he whispered, bending over her, his dark hair falling across his forehead, his eyes full of heat and desire. “Your bedroom eyes, your creamy skin—” A fingertip skimmed over a nipple and she gripped fistfuls of the bedding beneath her, biting her lips to keep from shamelessly crying out. “You want me, don’t you?” His fingers continued to touch her. “Not just an orgasm, not just fun and adventure, but me? ”
    â€œYes!” she gasped.
    â€œThen tell me,” he murmured, dipping his head to drag his tongue over her quivering skin. “Tell me you believe I find every part of you beautiful. Inside and out.”
    She wanted him now, right now. It took little effort for her to wrap her legs around his hips, to rock the neediest part of her over the neediest part of him.
    He went completely still, letting out a low groan at her touch. “Becca.” Now he made the rocking motion, sliding his huge erection over her wet, throbbing flesh. “Dammit, tell me now or this is no good.”
    He meant it, she could see the agony in his eyes, swirling there amid the hunger and passion. His muscles were tense and trembling, he was hotand hard and dying with need, but still, he would leave if she didn’t acknowledge his words.
    He thought she was beautiful.
    She so wanted to believe that, but the small doubt couldn’t be erased. She’d practically forced him into this.
    And yet, for this moment, for right now, she wanted so badly to suspend reality and tell him what he wanted to hear. Struggling free of her shirt, she slid her arms around his neck. “I believe you,” she whispered.
    Above her he was shaking with the effort to hold back, but at her words, he kissed her.
    His fingers slid beneath her panties. He stroked her until she was shuddering before he tugged them down and off. Again he kissed her breasts, each of them, slowly, thoroughly, while his fingers traced their way back up her thighs and between. When he sank a finger inside her, she arched off the bed and whimpered his name before he slid his body down, dragging his mouth over her belly, to her hip. With his fingers playing over her, she could do nothing but toss her head on the pillow as he stroked, pressed and caressed, dragging out her tension until she was poised, trembling, dying… Then he shifted and his mouth was hovering over her, hovering, hovering.
    â€œOh, please,” she