CHANCES (Andrew Lincon Romance)

Chapter 12

He let out a low moan and searched my eyes for something. Rubbing his hand across his jaw line I could hear the scratch of his facial hair. "That's a loaded question. If I was to tell you the truth you would go running from the room."

"You think so? I may be braver than you think." Brave certainly wouldn't be a word I would use to describe myself at this moment in time .

Still he sat there searching my face but for what I could only guess. Maybe I was pushing to much and instead of coming off coy like I had hoped perhaps I was coming off as childish. I was sure he liked me or at least wanted me. Oh god what if I was jumping to conclusions .

"It's ok you don't have to tell me if you don't want to. I understand." Trying to fumble around and come up with a new topic my mind came up with the obvious. "So I hear season five is suppose to be exiting. How far into filming are you?" Great now I sounded like a reporter or a groupie quizzing him.

"Were only a few months in so not far." He cleared his throat and ran his hands threw his hair. "Can I ask you to promise me something? If I start to push to hard or this," he motioned his hand between us. "isn't what you want. Promise you will say something."

"It's just that I can't read you and I'm not sure what the rules are. I know it's been a few years since your husband has passed but I don't know how ready you are?" Pausing he took a drink of the champagne, "and now I'm rambling. "

Rambling ... No he was saying exactly what I needed to hear. Quieting all my irrational fears. The sound of his voice pulling me in deeper and deeper. I could feel my self blushing again and struggled not to look away. "No I like listening to you talk."

He reached forward and play with the tips of my fingers. "I know I should have come clean sooner and I'm more sorry that you could imagine . It was killing me knowing that you were picturing someone else. Especially when our conversations got more personal. God I wanted to hear my name fall from your lips so many times."

"Andrew ," when I said his name his eyes snapped from our hands locking on my eyes.

"Do you remember that night when you were watching the show? You said Rick was hot and anything he asked you would beg for more." My blush became so intense I was sure I was going to go up in flames. Embarrassed I had forgotten completely all about that conversation. Looking away I tried to pull my hands back.

Reaching up Andrew took my face in his hands forcing me to look at him. "Do you have any idea what hearing those words did to me. They fuelled my fantasies for months. Caused me sleepless nights cause I couldn't stop thinking what it would be like to have you ask for more. Or that night you were having a bubble bath when I called. Jesus crist I didn't know it was possible to ache for someone so completely."

I knew I should say something but the power of speech failed me. Terrified I didn't move. I could hardly breath. Please god don't let this be a dream. He was to good to be true and I don't have this kind of luck. Gradually his hand moved from my cheek so he was cupping my chin. Slowly his thumb began to caress my bottom lip.

Leaning over he pressed his forehead to mine. "Your driving me crazy I want to kiss you so bad. If you don't want me to you better pull away. " His voice was so low and husky his thick accent caressed my entire body. Every hair on my body.... every muscle clenched with anticipation.

At first it was so light I wasn't sure if he actually kissed me. Pausing , pulling a heartbeat away he dipped his head again in a long soft kiss. My pulse raced and I was his. Briefly Andrews lips left mine as he lifted his head to search my eyes. I could feel his hands moving through my hair as when he drew my lips to his. Our kisses became stronger, more purposeful. He took full control and I was at the mercy of his will.