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Tommy comes back into view and leans against the end of the counter looking like he belongs here. One of my kitchen towels is casually tossed over one shoulder and his arms are crossed over his chest, accentuating his shoulders and waistline. Something about the sight has me feeling more confident than ever so I give him a dare that I want. “I dare you to kiss me without holding back.”
His jaw clenches and his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows. “You forgot to let me pick truth or dare.”
“Would you prefer a truth?” I ask, nerves creeping in.
“I wouldn’t.” He grips the counter so hard that his knuckles are turning white. “You’re feeling up for that? Just kissing with you staying semi-curled up?”
Well now I want more than just kissing but I’m not about to push my luck and make these cramps ten times worse, so I nod.
The muscles in his jaw work once more as he pauses, his hands still glued to the counter.
“You’re sure?” His voice is rougher this time and I feel like we’re balancing on the edge of a cliff and I’m about ready to beg him to jump off with me.
“I’m sure,” I say, my heart pounding, my voice breathy.
And then he pushes off the counter. There’s a look of pure desire in his eyes as he strides over to me, tangles one hand in my hair as he leans down, and kisses me like I’m the first rays of sunshine he’s seen in a decade. He’s powerful and sure as he gently lays me on my back. Using his free hand, he hitches my leg around his waist so I’m not lying flat and uncomfortable. The way his mouth moves so smoothly with mine already has me shuddering with need.
Here I thought sweet kisses from Tommy Landen were the best thing in the world, but, oh my God, I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. My fingers reach around and grip the back of his flannel shirt so I can pull him closer and get more of him.
Jesus, his tongue darts out against my bottom lip and I realize this is the first time he’s used it. For once, I don’t stop and wonder what the other person is thinking about me and I let my instincts take over, opening and allowing him to take everything.
Chapter 22: Tommy
One tiny part of my brain tells me to take it easy, that she’s in pain, but my body soaks up every message she’s sending my way that she’s more than okay with what we’re doing. Her lips part for me and our tongues touch for the first time, setting every nerve in my body on fire.
Her tongue is fucking perfect each time it darts out to find mine. Her mouth is fucking perfect with her soft lips and equally soft noises that escape. And she’s fucking perfect.
Her hair is silky and getting absolutely tangled in my fingers. Both legs are wrapped tightly around my waist and I can’t stop touching her thigh. These leggings are so damn thin and I can’t get enough.
And then there are her hands. Christ Almighty, she’s gripping the back of my shirt like she’s riding a bucking bronco, pulling me flush against her so I can feel her breasts against my chest. If I rock my hips just a little, she’d know just how much she turns me on. I’m in sensory overload with her perfume, her little squeaks, her responsiveness, and just her.
Samantha Davies dared me to kiss her without holding back and it’s more than I ever imagined. Each time I pull back just a little to make sure this isn't too much for her, physically or emotionally, her mouth chases mine, her nails press into my back, and her legs clamp down.
Suddenly, the most obnoxious sound comes from the kitchen. It’s a herd of cows mooing.
Damn it, he did it again.
I groan into her mouth. “That’s the timer on my phone.”
“Why cows?” she asks.
“Chuck likes to record the cattle, sometimes the horses, and changes my alert sounds to them.” I sigh.
But Sam just laughs, keeping me against her so I can feel every shift in her body.
“I’m glad one of us is amused,” I say, unable to keep the smile off my face.
“I don’t have any siblings who could play pranks like this, especially into adulthood,” she says. “So this is hilarious.”
I close my eyes for a second because every single time she says or does something that only our parents, or grandparents, would, I just want to kiss her senseless. Why does it turn me on when she refers to us as being in “adulthood”?
“Fuck it,” I murmur, trying to ignore the cows and tightening my grip on her hair and claiming her mouth with mine. I’m done holding back with her. I’m done not showing her that every fucking thing about her is so sexy.
She gasps in surprise, but then one hand grabs my shirt and the other shifts so she can weave her fingers into my short hair. The way our mouths move perfectly in sync has my blood surging below my belt with abandon and my dick is painfully hard. I can feel precum leaking out even with the damn cacophony of cattle getting progressively louder.
I slow things down, silently cursing Chuck. My timer alert is usually pretty soft, a rippling brook, chimes, birds chirping, so I truly could have ignored it for a while. But this is just ridiculous and it’s only going to get worse.
“What was that for?” Sam asks, her lips bright red and her pupils dilated.
