A soft glow flickered against the walls. Andrew was lying in front of the fireplace on the bearskin rug looking altogether spoonable. His boxer shorts left little to the imagination, exactly how they should be. Andrew’s gaze smoldered when he caught sight of my skimpy outfit. I tugged at the hemline self-consciously.

“Did I just die and go to heaven?” He asked as he titled his head. “Actually more like hell because you look like a naughty devil.”

“I should have bought horns.”

“Seriously, Haven. You are breathtaking.” His finger beckoned me forward. “Come here.”

The sexual tension in the room was thick as fog and we hadn’t even touched yet. I sat demurely next to him, folding my hands in my lap. Andrew had the ability to turn me into a virgin schoolgirl.

He plucked a bottle of wine from the gift basket his mom provided. “Do you want a glass?”

“Sure but there isn’t anything to drink out of.”

“Pretend like you’re back in high school.”

Unscrewing the cork, the smell of grapes and dark chocolate wafted under my nose. Andrew took a swig then handed the bottle to me.

“If I didn’t know better, I would say you were trying to get me drunk.”

“I don’t need to get you drunk,” his mouth brushed my hair, “to fuck you.”

The way he said fuck sent a shiver of pleasure down my spine. “Is that so?”

Holding my gaze, he slipped the spaghetti straps off my shoulders, exposing my breasts. Andrew took another swing of wine and dribbled the red liquid over my skin. I moaned as his tongue licked it off.

“You’re my favorite dessert,” he said huskily.

So far, Andrew had grabbed the reins whenever we had sex but it was about time I put myself in the driver’s seat.

Fixing my camisole, Andrew groaned with disappointment. “I rather liked that view.”

“Don’t complain or you won’t get your present.”

I pushed him onto the rug and climbed on top of him. The slick material bunched around my thighs. Andrew grabbed my waist and naughtiness shined in his eyes.

“I like this bossy side of you. It’s hot.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet.”

A sexual deviant had taken over my tongue without the moves to back it up. In the past, sex with a guy was a selfish act. I used them for release and nothing more. With Andrew, I wanted to pleasure him and tap into what made him tick.

Andrew ran his fingers up my spine. “Are you ok, baby?”

“Fine, I’m just thinking of all the things I want to do to you.” A thousand porn moves ran through my head, each more ridiculous than the last.

Andrew witnessed my lost expression and took pity. “How ‘bout we play a game? When I do something to you, you do the same.”

“Like Simon says, but better?”

He grinned. “Exactly. Ready?”

Dipping my chin, I waited with bated breath. He brushed his mouth against mine then gently sucked my lower lip between his teeth. Andrew tasted like minty toothpaste and apple pie. Mirroring his actions, we collectively moaned. Goosebumps rose on my arms even though we were a few feet away from the roaring fire. Andrew lifted my hair off my neck and kissed the tender skin below my ear, traveling to the hollow of my collarbone. Minutes blended into nothingness as we continued to tease each other. Longing built to a dull ache between my thighs.

“Andrew,” I gasped as he flicked his tongue over my puckered nipple. “It’s your turn.”

“It’s both our turns.”

“No. The game is done. It’s your turn,” I said more forcefully. “I want to make you come with my mouth and watch your handsome face become undone as you orgasm.”

Andrew’s pupils dilated with lust. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”

With my fingers, I dragged his boxers to his ankles and tossed them to aside. My gaze soaked in his impressive form. Andrew had ruined all other men for me. Pulling a move from Cosmopolitan magazine, I straddled his legs, arched my back and stuck my butt up like a pinup poster.

Andrew’s hands roamed over my curves. “You’re fucking beautiful, Haven.”

Closing my mouth around his shaft, he inhaled a sharp intake of breath. I swirled my tongue around the head of his erection while my hand pumped in rhythm.

“Just like that, baby,” he bit out.

Spurred on by his encouragement, my other hand gently cupped his balls. Our gazes locked and his eyes churned with unfathomable lust. I could tell by the way his fingers dug into my waist, he was close. I sped up and took Andrew further into my mouth. His hips lifted off the ground as he bit down on his fist to muffle his groans. The sweet taste of his cum emptied onto my tongue.

Swallowing, I grinned at a spent Andrew. “Good?”

“Good? It was amazing, mind blowing, and a thousand other adjectives I can’t think of right now.”

Giving myself a mental high five, a sense of pride bloomed in my chest. Those Cosmopolitan magazines Monica gifted to me had paid off.

As I was about to dismount, Andrew’s hand’s secured my legs in place. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“We are done.”

“We aren’t done. We just got started. Take off your clothes and lie on the bed.” His demanding tone sent a blaze of fire to erupt on my skin.

Following his order, I shed my clothes and climbed onto the soft cotton sheets. Naked and exposed, my insecurities came to my life inside my head. My thighs had a plush roundness to them and my stomach wasn’t Victoria’s Secret flat. I obscured my problem areas with the duvet. Propping myself on my elbows, Andrew gathered what looked like neckties from his suitcase.

Apprehension traveled through my veins. “What are you doing?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out.”

“Andrew… I don’t do kink,” I said.

Turning around, he stalked toward the bed and yanked the duvet off my body. I let out a squeak and scrambled from the puffy white cloud. He shackled my wrist above my head as the fierceness in his gaze pinned me to the mattress.

“Do you trust me?” Andrew asked.

I swallowed. “I don’t know.”

“Have I hurt you, betrayed you, or have done harm to you in any way?”

“It’s not about that.”

Trust wasn’t formed through words or actions. Trust was a seed that had to be watered and cared for over a handful of months until one day when it blossomed. As I looked into Andrew’s beautiful brown eyes though, I felt a shift at my very core and the earth spun. Andrew never had to plant a seed because he had my trust from the first day we met. This hemming and hawing about whether I trusted him was never about him, it was about me. Was I ready to fully give away my heart? The answer was yes.

Andrew planted a kiss along my jawline. “I want you, every single piece of you because there is no other woman on this plant that has enraptured me so completely. I’m falling for you, Haven.”

My soul spilt into two as he stole the last remaining chunk of my heart. There was no turning back now, my heart was his and would always be his. “I’m falling for you too and I’m afraid there is no stopping the descent.”

Letting go of my hands, Andrew tenderly brushed my hair behind my ear. “Don’t be afraid. I got you. Just close your eyes and jump.”

Andrew’s love had sewn back together the broken little girl who wanted to believe that fairytales existed when the world showed its darkness instead. I wouldn’t say he fixed me because my stubbornness overruled the romantic, however, Andrew had chased away the rain clouds and brought out the sun. Kissing me deeply, my toes curled in a mixture of joy and pleasure.

His fist curled around the silk neckties as his eyes searched mine in an unspoken question. Taking a deep breath, I gave my consent. He secured my wrist to the headboard.

“If you’re at all uncomfortable, say so, and we’ll stop,” Andrew said.

“Ok.”

I wasn’t uncomfortable though, not when he explored every inch of my body with heartbreaking tenderness until I was boneless and spent. That night, we fell asleep intertwined while the snow drifted outside, creating a blank canvas for the future ahead.