Chapter Thirty Five

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Funke caught the bouquet that Maya threw and the look on Adrian's face when she caught it was priceless.

I have no idea what is holding both of them back but I'm really praying that I hear the good news of a proposal soon.

Andrew opened the car door for me and I once again avoided his gaze as I got into the car. I've been avoiding his gaze ever since what happened in the photo booth.

And as I have it, it's the only memory that keeps replaying in my head.

The way he held me, the way he kissed my neck. It was as if I could still feel his hand on my thighs, teasing me.

The way he held me as we kissed, the feel of his lips on mine and the feel of our lips moving in sync.

I closed my eyes at the memory and threw my head back on the head rest. I flinched in shock the moment Andrew's door opened and he got into the car.

"Are you okay?" I could hear the concern in his voice.

"Yeah," I nodded, still having my eyes closed.

I only opened my eyes when the car was in motion. I watched the city around me in a blur as Andrew drove.

It was almost eight thirty p.m and the streets still looked busy. Life had just started for some people.

No other words were said between us as Andrew drove us home.

I was as quiet as possible as I unlocked the door and stepped in, mum was probably sleeping and I didn't want to wake her up with my noise.

"Finally." The light flickered on and a squeal of shock left my lips. "Oh sorry. What took you guys so long?" She picked up her bag that was seated on the couch.

"Sorry, we lost track of time." I apologized and hugged her. "Thanks again mum."

"Stop thanking me jhor." She hugged Andrew too.

Andrew picked up the car key that he had tossed on the coffee table immediately we entered the house.

"What are you doing?" Mum looked at Andrew as if he had just lost his mind.

"I have to drop you off." He opened the front door for mum.

"No it's fine. Caleb already sent John to pick me up " John is my dad'd driver that most of the times drives just my dad. "And he's here already. Goodnight."

"Goodnight," Andrew and I said in unison.

We both followed her to the front of the house and watched her get into the car before we got back into the house and Andrew locked the door now.

I went straight to Brayleigh's room. I obviously didn't want to touch her just yet because I just came from a party filled with adults and I was sweating earlier.

"Andrew I want to take a shower." I told him as I began to take my clothes.

"Okay," He walked into the room and sat on the couch. His tie and shoes were completely off now. Almost all the button's of his shirt were off too.

I was just about to take off my clothes when he walked in. Now how am I supposed to do that with him inside the room? I normally shouldn't think too much about this but after what happened today, I don't want to start something like that again.

Okay I want it to start again but I don't want to be the one to initiate it.

"I'm not looking Riya." His eyes were on his phone as he typed away.

I quickly lifted up my dress and tossed it to the floor before hurriedly walking into the bathroom.

I was wearing just a lingerie because the dress didn't permit me to wear anything else because of the way it is sewn. Well I could have worn something else under but I didn't think that tonight would end like this.

I took a quick shower and somehow managed to squeeze in time to shampoo my hair twice. They had used so many products on my hair that it was outrightly annoying but for Maya I had to keep shut.

As I stepped out of the shower cubicle I realized that I didn't bring in any towels. I checked the cupboards and there wasn't any meaning I'd have to step out without a towel and chase Andrew out of the room.

I knocked twice on the door. "Andrew can you pass me a towel?"

"The chair," was his reply.

I looked at the said chair that I sit in when bathing Brayleigh, it has been in the bathroom ever since. To my surprise, two towels were seated in it.

"Oh, thank you." I felt my body flush with embarrassment. That means he stepped in here when I was in the shower because I'm positive that the towels weren't there when I stepped in.

I used one on my hair and the other on my body before stepping out of the bathroom.

"I'll be right back." Andrew stood up from the couch and walked out of the room.

I quickly changed into my night clothes which was blue cotton shorts and a matching tank top. The heat has been so much of late and sometimes I even sleep without anything on.

Twenty minutes after I was lying on the bed with my phone in my hands, checking my messages when Andrew stepped into the room.

He  was wearing just cream shorts and a shirt was laying over his shoulder. His chest was still slightly wet from the shower he just got out of.

"Hey," he sat on the edge of the bed just by my foot.

"Hey," I locked my phone and tossed it to the side. "What's up?" I was definitely acting oblivious to to what he was doing here.

I just wasn't ready to face it.

"Don't ask me what's up Riya, you know what's up." He looked up at me and his eyes on me got me to freeze.

I sucked in a breath. "Fine, I know what's up."

"Riya-"

"Andrew," I cut in. "You are completely going across the line here, we had an agreement."

"That you too went back on." He definitely wasn't backing down on this.

"You kissed me first Drew, the way you held me." The memory of that moment got me to suck in a breath.  "How else did you expect me to react?"

"You kissed me back Riya. Not because of the way I held you because you wanted to." He stood up and sat right in front of me. I shifted but his hand went to my thighs, holding me back. "Don't run Riya, not from me."

"I'm not running-"

"Just avoiding the topic I know." He finished for me. "You asked for space Riya and I've given you that. And I'm sorry if that kiss put things out of place but Riya if you still want space, tell me and I'll let you go now. For you I will forget what happened today till you're ready." His voice went lower now. "If you'll ever be ready for me."

Silence followed. I didn't know what to say. Maybe I did but I didn't know how to say it.

He leaned in and without warning his lips were on mine. He cupped my face in his hands , holding me in place..

I didn't kiss him back even though I wanted to. Then he pulled away.

"You don't want this," he whispered and hurt flashed in his eyes.

I want this Andrew, I really do.

He was pulling away from me ready to stand up when I quickly shifted so I was straddling him. "I want this Andrew." I voiced my thoughts. "I really do."

He snaked his hands around my waist and pulled me closer to him leaving just inches between our lips.

"Then kiss me," show me you want me. His eyes said it all.

I slowly leaned in and pressed my lips to his. He kissed me back, our lips moving in perfect sync.

His hands roamed my thighs while mine got tangled in his hair, happy that he still had his dreads on.

With every second, the kiss got more heated and we were soon groping each other like we did at the photo booth. His hands were allover my body, from my ass to my breasts, my hips, everywhere.

The only restrictions were the clothes I had on. I wasn't even wearing any underwear mainly because I wanted to sleep as comfortable as possible.

I wasn't expecting Andrew and I to go down on each other like this. I knew we were going to sort things out but I was hoping it would be tomorrow.

He lifted off my shirt leaving my chest unclad. Without a second thought he cupped my breast with his mouth, flickering his tongue over my nipple and I threw my head back letting out a moan.

Damn that felt so good.

One hand was on my breast and his mouth was on the other breast.

He tilted us so my back was on the bed and he was on top of me, in between my legs. He began to trail kisses from my neck, slowly, torturing me, making me want him more.

From my neck to my chest then my stomach and to my hips. He held the band of the shorts then he looked up at me.

"Waist beads? When?" He asked.

I completely forgot that that was there. Jo got it for me on Maya's bachelorette. It wasn't a permanent one so I could easily take it off. It was also very small so unless I was wearing a body con dress, you wouldn't know it was there.

"You don't like it?" I was ready to take it off.

"I'm not against it," he held unto the bead that was situated to rest on my high hips. "But can I take it off?"

"Yeah," I nodded reaching for the clasp but Andrew got it before me. He tossed the bead on the couch then replaced it with his lips.

I closed my eyes at the contact. He then took off my shorts, slowly and gently also tossing it to the side.

He began to kiss my inner thighs while still looking up at me through his lashes. It's been so long since I felt so much pleasure like this, so damn long.

He was slowly inching closer to my already dripping cunt and I just wanted him to get on with it.

Just when I thought I could feel his lips down there he leaned forward and planted his lips on mine.

"Andrew," I moaned. "Please."

His fingers began to stroke me there and I gasped, not expecting it at all. He began to kiss my neck while still slowly building up the pleasure at the pit of my stomach with his mouth and his fingers.

I tangled my hand in his hair once again, pushing my body towards him. I wanted his fingers inside me but he definitely wasn't doing that.

He was torturing me, he knew what I wanted and he wasn't going to give me that at least not now.

"Why?" He knew what I was asking about.

"You are mine Riya and you forgot that." He looked into my eyes. "I'm just reminding you." He pulled away completely and a whine left my lips in complaint.

I thought he was leaving me but he only took off his shorts and joined me back on the bed. His hardened member was at my entrance, teasing me and causing me to beg him with my eyes. I wanted him to fill me up, and fast.

"I love you," he confessed holding my face so he was looking into my eyes.

"I love you," I admitted and at that moment he pushed himself into me, completely filling me up.

I closed my eyes from the feeling and he pulled out.

"Look at me," he commanded and I opened my eyes then he pushed himself into me again.

I got the memo and kept my eyes open as he slowly began to make love to me. Filling me up with every thrust.

The room was soon filled with the sounds of our moans and each other's names and the smell of sex in the air. Confessions rolled out of our lips as we both reached our high.