Thank you so much to everyone who has followed this story - it has been REALLY fun getting back into writing after such a long break! This is the last chapter, and just a reminder that it is rated M. Thanks again! Enjoy!
Andy stared at the clock in his car as he drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. It had been ten minutes since she had went inside, and he was still sitting outside her condo. What the hell am I doing? He wondered, and not for the first time that evening.
He was weighing his options.
He could go home, take a very cold shower, and do his best to prevent his mind from wandering back to Sharon, but figured he would fail miserably there.
He could knock on her door and ask her if she wanted to chat over coffee and tea before he went home. He shook his head. That was lame. She would see right through him. Obviously.
Or, he could knock on her door, finish what they had nearly started, and everything else be damned.
There were too many thoughts swirling around. Andy leaned forward and put his head on the steering wheel.
If he knocked on her door, she could shoot him down. Again. That would make for an awkward day at work. And it would suck.
Or, she could literally shoot him for being an asshole.
Or, she could reciprocate the feelings he had for her.
Even before the wedding, Andy had wanted her. He had feelings for her, unlike feelings he'd ever had for any woman before. Sure, there were other women, but those were mostly women who were around to chase the chill away during lonely nights. During his drinking days, there had been women, mostly random mistakes where he had been ten whiskeys deep and woken up the next morning with a hangover, not quite remembering how the latest brunette in his bed had made it home with him the night before.
Andy wanted with Sharon what he had never had before. He had been falling for quite some time, reveling in her secret smiles at work and looking forward to their friendly dinners, where he couldn't wait to hear the next thing that would come out of her mouth.
Had he imagined it, the connection between them? He didn't think so, but now he wasn't sure. He flashed back to their dance at the wedding, how close she had been to him, and how good she felt against his body.
A moment of clarity slammed into him and he groaned out loud. It was a little voice inside his head.
You should have kissed her.
That way, he would have known for sure. He had to know if this thing between them was imagined, real, one sided…he knew it might not be the best idea, and he didn't care. His heart was pounding as he got out of the car and shut the door behind him.
She pulled her hair back into a pony tail and furiously swiped at her eyes.
She couldn't figure out what she was so damn upset about. She was only at the wedding as his friend, and they had ended the night as friends. Isn't that what was supposed to happen? Mostly, she felt like a fool.
She was lonely, and she let herself get caught up in her feelings for Andy Flynn, even though it could completely ruin two great careers, and now she was stuck with these…feelings she didn't know what to do with.
She quickly changed into a t-shirt and pajama pants before opening the freezer door and grabbing the pint of ice cream from the door. Yes, she decided, ice cream was warranted. She jabbed at it with a spoon as she continued to chastise herself over her stupidity.
Normally for her, situations were very black and white. She wanted Andy. It wasn't a good idea, so she should bottle up her feelings and ignore it.
But here, she was stuck in a gray area. Yes, she wanted Andy. No, it wasn't a good idea, but *technically* there were no explicit rules against it…but there were unspoken rules. What would the rest of her team think?
She had come very close to crossing the line after the wedding tonight, but what bothered her most was that despite the fact that she knew it wasn't a good idea, she didn't care.
She took a bite of her ice cream and stuffed it back into the freezer. What she really needed was a giant bottle of wine. That would maybe fix what the ice cream couldn't.
Her head snapped up when she heard a knock at the door.
Andy noticed that it looked like she had been crying when she opened the door. Her face registered surprise when she saw him standing outside her door.
"Andy…"
Before she could say anything else, Andy stepped through the door and placed his hands on the smooth skin of her neck. His thumb gently brushed her cheek and he briefly looked into her eyes. He leaned forward, and he kissed her.
Her hand found its way to his chest as his lips moved against hers. She parted her lips, and Andy deepened the kiss. Her lips were warm against his, but her mouth was cold and she tasted delicious.
He felt her tense slightly and her hand gripped the front of his shirt. He pulled away from her and she looked up at him.
"I just…didn't do that downstairs and I'm sorry if…" He trailed off.
She placed a finger gently on his lips.
"Andy, it's okay…I wanted you to…" She whispered. Relief flooded through him and he caught her mouth again. His tongue twisted with hers, exploring her mouth while heat shot through him. A low, throaty hum escaped from her, which only served to turn him on a little more.
He moved them away from the door and kicked it closed behind him. As he kissed her, he slowly backed her against the wall behind the door. He pinned her there, and she noticed that his lean body felt wonderful against her. His hands explored her body as his mouth moved to her neck. Her breath hitched when his hand brushed the side of her breast and her head fell to the side. She could feel the heat between their bodies and the heat that pooled at the most sensitive part of her.
His hands continued down her body and his hands cupped her ass through the thin material of her pants, pulling her closer, and she could feel the straining proof of his arousal through his pants. Heat curled in her belly as he moved his hands up her back and to her hair. He pulled back and his dark eyes watched her flushed face as he slowly pulled the elastic band from her hair and dropped it on the floor, allowing her thick, long hair to fall over her shoulders. She could see the intensity on his face as his eyes stared into hers. He slowly removed her glasses and set them on the bar behind her. His hands tangled in her hair as he kissed her again. Her hand found its way to the front of his pants, and she felt him stir under her fingertips. Andy growled into her mouth.
He hated needing anyone or anything…but he needed her. She was driving him crazy, and he wanted to make love to her now. As if she could hear his thoughts, she broke away from him and her breathing was ragged. She took his hand and turned away from him, pulling him behind her. She led him into her bedroom and he closed the door behind them.
He was behind her, and he pulled her against him. His right hand dipped under her t-shirt and she sighed when she felt his fingers splay across the heated skin of her belly. Her head fell back against his shoulder as his fingers moved down and under the waistband of her pants. His other hand moved under her shirt and when his finger grazed over her tightly drawn nipple, her back arched. Andy slipped his hand further into her pants, and she moaned when his fingers found the most sensitive part of her. She felt her insides tighten as he began to massage her there, and her hips rocked against his hand.
He nosed her hair out of the way and planted soft kisses against her neck. This moment had played so many times in his head, and now that he had her, he couldn't get enough of her. He could feel the pulse in her neck quicken, and her breath hitched when his teeth nipped a sensitive spot below her ear. He could feel her growing wet with arousal as her massaged her clitoris, and she was nearly panting with need as his nimble hands continued to move and torture her.
She turned to face him and his hand withdrew from her pants as she crushed her mouth to his. Her tongue explored his mouth and he pulled her shirt up her back and to her shoulders. She broke away from him for a brief moment as he pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor.
The pale moonlight coming through the window cast a dim glow in the room and as his hands found her body again, his eyes drank her in. Her lips were swollen from kissing him, and her sun kissed skin was soft and smooth under his hands. Sharon's thick hair was tousled from Andy tangling his hands in it, and her eyes were hazy with desire.
Her small fingers began to work the buttons of his shirt, and he took her head in his hands. He pulled her to him and kissed her as her hands moved down his shirt, releasing the buttons one by one.
"You are so beautiful…" he whispered against her lips. She smiled against his lips as she slipped the open shirt down his arms and onto the floor. The muscles of his arms were taut and strong as she ran her hands along them.
There was no hurry. Andy wanted to indulge in every new discovery of her body, as he had fantasized about doing so many times before. Her hands settled on the buckle of his pants, and she drew her lower lip between her teeth as she slowly undid the buttons and pulled the zipper down. They were both looking down at her hands as she slipped them against his hips and slid them down. His erection sprang free, and Sharon felt heat curling in her belly and her insides twitching with need.
Her hand circled him, and his breath inhaled sharply as she pumped her smooth hand down his shaft. His kiss became needy as her hand worked him, and he slid his hands under the waistband of her pants. She stepped out of her pants when they hit the floor, and Andy hoisted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. His erection throbbed, and he fought the urge to sink deep inside of her when she wrapped her legs around him.
He moved them to the bed and gently placed her on her back before positioning himself over her. Her hands moved from his neck to the bed, and she gripped tight handfuls of the comforter. His lips found her neck as he rubbed the length of his erection against her clitoris. The friction of it made her gasp and her back arch, and Andy buried his face in her neck as he slowly slid back and forth against her.
She could feel the slow, delicious build of the approaching orgasm low in her belly. He applied more pressure with his hips, increasing the friction and her hips bucked against him. He could read the rigidness of her body and knew she was close. He moved over her with a quicker pace, and his mouth caught hers right as her orgasm slammed into her. She moaned into his mouth as bright colors exploded behind her eyelids and her hips rotated against him.
He broke away from her and planted gentle kisses along her jaw line as she came down. Her breathing was heavy, and he felt a shudder run through her.
"Andy…please…" it was a cross between a plea and a whimper. "I want you inside of me…"
His hand slipped down her arm to her hand that gripped the comforter. He turned it over and she laced her fingers into his. Her face was clouded with need, and her hand tightly squeezed his.
He sank slowly into her, and her heated walls surrounded him. She was so tight from her earlier orgasm, and a low moan escaped him. He struggled to keep control when all he wanted to do was lose himself in her.
She threw her head back and closed her eyes at the wonderful sensation of him coming into her. He filled her, and she hummed at the feeling of it.
"Sharon…look at me…" He wanted to see her face, and look into her eyes. He had waited so long for this moment, and he wanted her in the moment with him.
She looked at him and her hips shifted as he set a steady pace between them.
She could feel every bit of him as he steadily moved in and out of her. He leaned down and kissed her, and his tongue emulated the way he made love to her. It was slow and languid, and Sharon relished the friction as he moved against her.
How long had it been since she had felt this way? She couldn't remember. It was unlike anything she had ever known. Andy took his time because he wanted it to be good for her. It was her first, and then him. This was unusual to her because she wasn't accustomed to being first, in anything. It was Sharon who took care of everyone else first, and herself last. But now, Andy was taking care of her first, and the realization of this made him so incredibly sexy and even more alluring to her.
She could feel another orgasm building as he slightly picked up the pace. She wanted to hold on, as she didn't want it to end, but her control was quickly slipping.
She felt his breath on her ear as he lowered himself to whisper to her.
"Let go…" he said thickly. "I want to feel you…" it was all she needed.
She came apart beneath him and a strangled cry tore from her lips as her orgasm ripped through her. It was more powerful than the first, and each passing second was more intense than the last.
He was close, and her slick walls tightened around him. The friction as he moved in and out of her combined with seeing her flushed and in the throes of pleasure was enough to send him over the edge.
She melded her mouth to his as he came into her, and her nails scraped against his back. It had never felt better for him, and his heart raced at the intensity of his explosive orgasm.
Their breath mingled and she trembled as she slowly began to come down. Andy smiled at her and kissed the tip of her nose before slipping out of her and rolling to his side. He propped his head up and quietly looked at her as he gently brushed a sweat soaked strand of hair from her forehead. He took her hand and placed a kiss in her palm.
She turned on her side so they were facing each other. He thought she looked absolutely radiant in the afterglow of it.
She worried for a moment that it would be awkward between them, but as he smiled at her and his fingers lazily traced a line up her bare hip, she felt a strong connection to him.
"So..." he bobbed his eyebrows at her. "I knew you would be a revelation once I got your out of those suits…"
She playfully slapped his hand and he flashed that crooked grin at her that she loved so much.
"Watch it, mister…" she said in her best captain's tone as she smiled at him. He twirled a strand of her hair around his finger and already longed to kiss her again.
He didn't want to talk about the ramifications of this in regards to work. She didn't either. There was time for that. He had a feeling that his first encounter certainly wouldn't be there last. He was hot for her, and now that he'd had a taste of her, he wanted more. They would figure the rest out later.
"Will you stay with me?" The low lilt of her voice stirred something inside of him and he slowly nodded. He couldn't think of anything he wanted more.
He pulled her to him and she snuggled against him. He reached over her and pulled the blankets around them. He kissed her forehead and she sighed as he rubbed her back.
Her eyes began to grow heavy. He had exhausted her in the most wonderful way, and while she wanted more, his warmth and his arms were lulling her into sleep.
"Round two later…sleep, Sharon…" he felt her smile against his chest as her breathing slowed and her body eventually went slack against him.
Only then did Andy relax and close his eyes. They would worry about everything else later. For right now, he had everything he needed.