In Andy's embrace Sharon felt the safest she had been in a long time. She had no idea how long she had been standing with her head resting against his chest and her hands clutching his shirt. She could feel his heartbeat echoing in her ear. It was strong and steady. Andy had his head resting on the top of hers; his arms were firmly around her body. He just stood there. Time was absolutely fluid.

Eventually Sharon eased herself away from Andy's body just enough so that she could look up into his face. She smiled shyly and Andy flashed back one of his famous grins. And that was all it took. Locking his eyes in her gaze, Sharon let go of Andy's shirt and slid her hands slowly up his chest. She fingered the buttons as she went and was rewarded by feeling Andy shudder slightly at her touch. She slipped her hands under the open collar of his shirt. This time it was her turn to shudder. The feel of his skin against her palms was a luxury that Sharon had though she would never know. She found herself turn her eyes from his to where her fingers were dancing slowly over his shoulder muscles. She was totally fascinated by the feel of his skin.

Andy felt like he was on fire. The feel of Sharon's fingers fluttering against his shoulders was absolutely torturous. Delicious, slow torture but torture just the same. He knew that he needed to wait but he was desperate to kiss her. He desperately wanted to be one with Sharon.

Her hands moved. For a split moment Andy felt bereft when he lost her touch but then Sharon's hands clasped his head and her fingers laced through his short, salt and pepper hair. Andy let Sharon lead his head down until his lips met hers.

Time sped up and time stopped. Sharon kissed Andy softly and for a moment they stood their lips merely touching. A smile slipped into Sharon's lips. It was the move Andy had been waiting for all of his life. He smiled and let his tongue trace gentle patterns over her lips. Her hands tightened their hold around his head. Her mouth opened and she took his open invitation. Sharon curled her tongue behind Andy's teeth and created a sensuous pull. An explosion ran through Andy's body and he allowed himself to be sucked even deeper into Sharon's mouth. His teeth clashed against hers. Her tongue swept along the roof of his mouth.

Andy's hands caressed Sharon's back sweeping over her hips and bottom. The delicate silk fabric of her dress accentuated the curves of her body and Andy could almost believe that his hands were travelling along her bare skin. Almost. He did not know where he should focus his attention. On the intoxicating smell of her body? On her taste in his mouth? On the feel of her hands as she wove her fingers through his hair, making his scalp shiver? Or on the unbelievable fact that this was his fantasy turned into reality?

Eventually the need for air forced them apart. They were both breathing heavily and even in the dim light of the balcony Andy could see the deep flash over Sharon's cheeks.

"Let's go inside" she whispered, taking his hand and leading him into the lounge. She stopped at the sofa. "I don't know about you but I am not sure that I keep standing much longer."

With that Sharon dropped her self onto the sofa pulling Andy down with her. He stopped for a moment to savour the view of her long creamy leg. It was a view that he had been trying, almost discreetly, to see all night. Now he could give up on being discreet. As he sat beside Sharon Andy slid his free hand over her knee and along the leg that had been tormenting him. She wasn't wearing stockings; it was his bare hand on her bare leg. He watched Sharon as her head fell back .Her eyes were closed and she tugged on his hand. Following her lead Andy bent over Sharon and his lips claimed hers.

This time there was intensity to their kisses. Sharon felt like she was about to explode. Every emotion, every desire that she had been keeping bottled up in a prison of her own making came out. She dug her fingers into Andy's back. She needed to feel his skin under her fingers again. Eagerly she tugged at his shirt, pulling it out from his pants and, finally running her hands along the bare skin of his back. Neither of them was young anymore and Sharon loved the fact that while she could revel in the feel of his strong muscles there was also a softness to his body. It was real. It made this entire dream that she was living real.

Andy had managed to tear his attention away from Sharon's mouth and had been working his way down her throat when a moan escaped from her lips and her body arched under his touch. The moan vibrated against his lips.

Andy took a moment simply look at Sharon. Her eyes had been closed but they flew open as soon she felt the loss of his touch. Carefully Andy removed Sharon's glasses and put them down on the coffee table. Looking into her face he felt a new wave of desire flood through his body. Without her glasses framing her eyes Andy could see the fine lines on Sharon's face. She had at least 25 years on most of the women he had been wasting his time with in the years since his divorce and yet he had never found anyone more desirable. Andy felt that he knew the history behind each and every line and he wished that he could kiss away all hurt and worry that had caused them. But then she would not be the woman he had fallen in love and was looking down at now.

"What are you smiling at?" Sharon whispered.

"At you," Andy replied. "At the fact that I can smile at you and know you will smile back."

"Is that really what is making you smile?" Sharon giggled. "Here I am, trapped under your incredibly sexy body, basically undressing you and you are worrying about my smile?" Sharon started to undo the buttons of his shirt. From the top she was working her way down, finger trailing along his skin.

"You are smiling at me now," Andy growled before capturing her mouth with his.

While Sharon was having no problem with the buttons on Andy's shirt he was finding the bodice of her dress most uncooperative. No matter what he tried he could not find a way in. He loved skimming his hands over the curves of her breasts, especially as they rose and fell with her every breath, but he wanted more. Andy wanted to feel them without the barrier of material. He wanted her nipples in his mouth. Feel the weight of her breasts in his hands. He wanted to be able to taste his down her naked body until he reached the very core of being.

The deceptive simplicity of the dress was frustrating. The beading across the bodice was even more annoying. It looked so beautiful from a distance but up close and personal it was hard, rough against skin and hindered his every effort to slip his hands under the neckline.

Sharon pushed Andy's open shirt off his shoulders but the fact that he was busy exploring her dress meant that she could not remove it completely. She decided to take control of the situation and firmly pushed him off her body. Surprised, Andy sat up and looked at Sharon in concern. Before he could say anything Sharon had managed to relieve him of his shirt and pushed him back. She smiled as she looked down at him.

"My turn." Her voice was husky with desire.

She focused her full attention on his body. First her hands explored and then her mouth followed. She kissed and nibbled her way down his neck, over his shoulders and across his chest. When her hands reached his waist an electric shock seemed to rush through Andy and his body buck forward, his hips clashing with hers.

Again Sharon smiled down at Andy. She shifted herself slightly so that she fully straddled him but she kept her weight on her knees. Aside from her thighs pressing against his, Sharon had removed all contact with his body.

"This is not fair, "Andy growled. With one hand he tugged Sharon back towards him. His other hand found she exposed thigh and he ran his hand up until he found the curve her bottom. Andy was not surprised to find that Sharon wasn't wearing a tong. Such an item was far too obvious for her nature. What did surprise him was his discovery that she seemed to be wearing something soft and loose. His fingers felt lace and satin and he could slip his hand under the leg of them with absolutely no resistance.

"I like easy access," he whispered in her ear as his hand moved over her bare hipbone.

Sharon reached for the zip of her dress. It was down the side, discreetly hidden in the folds of material.

A noise grated through the air followed by an incessant ringing. It was Andy's phone. He growled in absolute disbelief. Tearing his eyes away form the mesmerising sight of Sharon pulling her dress over her head he glanced at the offending item that was on the coffee table beside Sharon's glasses.

"Provenza."

Sharon sighed. She reached over and grabbed the phone and her glasses.