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Her head tips back and I use my free hand to shift the neck of her sweatshirt so my lips have access to her collarbone. I’ve never wanted to leave a hickey so badly before. I want physical proof that this is real, that she’s here with me, melting into my kisses, her fingers holding my hand in a death grip like she’s afraid I’m going to disappear. I have a feeling she wouldn’t be fond of needing to cover one up for work, though, so I just breathe in her perfume, the floral scent is stronger closer to her ear and it’s driving me mad. I want to rub against her like a damn cat just so I have it on me all night back at home.
The tip of my nose trails back up her neck, nudging her earlobe, and I leave a barely-there kiss behind her ear. Her response is immediate. A gasp combined with a little whimper escapes her.
“Exactly like that,” I say, kissing down her jawline while guiding her mouth to meet mine.
When our tongues touch, something is released inside of her and she drops my hand and her fingers are digging into my back, pulling me on top of her as she falls back against the couch. I lift up so her legs can wrap around my waist before settling most of my weight against her, reveling in the feel of her underneath me. Each breath she takes presses her breasts against my chest, erasing whatever space manages to get between us.
My now-free hand grips her hip, encouraging her to grind against me. When she’s taking care of that movement, my fingertips brush her bare skin just above the top of her leggings. She moans and I swear the vibrations carry from my lips directly to my dick as if her mouth was there.
“You are the sexiest fucking person in the w—”
Her tongue is back in my mouth before I get to finish that thought and she shifts underneath me so her core is rubbing against my sensitive tip that’s pushing against the edge of my belt buckle. The sound I make is some cross of a grunt, a moan, and a choked sigh, but I don’t care. She doesn’t seem to, either. If anything, she’s now tugging me harder so I’m completely settled on her and rolling my hips into her.
I wrap my hand around her to lay flat on the small of her back the next time she arches into me. Her skin is warm and soft and she presses her back down, trapping my hand right where it is. She makes a little sound when I nibble on her lower lip, and I pull back to look down at her. Her lips are bright red and swollen, her cheeks are pink, and her pupils are dilated. Fuck, she’s everything I imagined and so much more.
She’s looking at me like I just unlocked something deep inside of her. Her chest is heaving and she licks her bottom lip, driving me mad. I shift my hand from behind her so I can brush her hair off her forehead. Her eyes search my face and I don’t give her time to start wondering if something is wrong before I press against her and slowly kiss my way from her cheek down the side of her neck.
Focusing on every reaction she has, I kiss softly along her collarbone, paying extra attention to when goosebumps follow my path. Tugging on her wide sweatshirt neck, my lips caress her shoulder and dip down her chest as far as her sweatshirt will allow. I moan against her skin when she presses her breasts up and my fingers release the thin material, brushing over her nipple.
Her gasp at that light touch has my head spinning. I nuzzle the tip of her other breast and trace the peak with my nose, cupping the other. The whimpers coming from her are driving me crazy as her fingers press into my scalp, keeping me right where I am. My lips tease her, even through the fabric of her sweatshirt and bra, drawing out and cataloging the different sounds and twitches from her body. The way she responds to my touch is mesmerizing and it’s a little while later until I finally untangle my fingers from her hair and barely trace her throat while carefully using my teeth to pull at her nipple.
“Ohmygod,” she pants. “What are you doing to me, Tommy Landen?”
I chuckle against her breast, causing her to squirm under me, and place kisses as I rub my nose against her sweatshirt lower and lower on her belly. “I’m just learning.”
“Learning what?” she asks, moving her hands to my face and pulling me up.
“You,” I say as I kiss her, my tongue claiming her mouth as one of her hands anchors me in place by grabbing the back of my neck. She gives everything she takes and it’s not for a few minutes until things slow down.
“As much as I’d like to stay and continue this, I’m afraid I’m going to have an even harder time leaving.”
“You have another early morning?” she asks, our foreheads touching.
“Every morning is early on a ranch.”
“It sounds like such a different world than mine.” There’s a little worry in her eyes even though she’s hiding it in her voice.
Hoping I don’t scare her off, I say, “A world you can be part of in any way you’d like.”
A soft smile lights up her face. “A world I get to see again tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow,” I echo, nodding and giving her a slow kiss.
I reluctantly sit up, grab the remote, and scroll through a few movies until I find the rom-com we watched the night I could barely feel my lips from those damn hot wings. I let the opening credits play and turn to look at her confused face. “Now, your job for the rest of the night is to relax so you’re feeling ready to ride tomorrow. I’ve got the dishes and you stay put.”
She sits up and I’m not good at hiding my surprise because she simply raises an eyebrow at me and says, “I’m going to have to lock the door behind you so there’s no harm in standing now.”
“Fine,” I say dramatically, earning a giggle from Sam. “I suppose I can allow that.”
Maybe one day I’ll have my own key so she won’t have to lock up after I leave…
Chapter 25: Sam
I follow Tommy into the kitchen without even an outward wince from pain, which is clear progress. Well, it’s my kitchen, but something feels less like it’s only mine when he’s around.
Ignoring the whispers of doubt that try to rise to the surface, I enjoy my view of Tommy perfectly putting the bowls on the top rack of the dishwasher.
Once again the man is ridiculously sexy while doing domestic things.
