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“The ink or the muscles?”
“Both.”
TJ’s fingers push into my hair and give a gentle tug, sending shivers down my spine. I stretch up onto my toes, desperate to taste his mouth again. His tongue delves between my lips in search for mine. His kiss makes my knees buckle, and in one effortless swoop he lifts me up and carries me to his bedroom.
I land on his bed, the dark blue comforter puffing up around me. He pulls down his shorts. The open doorway casts just enough light into the room to allow me to see the white boxer briefs hugging his hips as he climbs onto the bed. Tattoos continue onto his thighs. My eyes can’t decide where to look—the artwork on his skin, the bulging muscles in his arms as he crawls toward me, or the wicked look in his eyes.
Positioning himself above me, TJ cages me in with his arms. Our slow kisses become feverish with each passing second as he presses himself against me. He slips his hand between my back and the mattress to unhook my bra. I drop the straps and toss it onto the floor like the nuisance it is. Then his mouth is on my skin. He’s taking his time kissing and licking every bare inch of me.
As if this isn’t just a means to an end.
As if he’s enjoying this.
As if there’s nothing else he’d rather be doing.
This is new to me, this slow worshiping of my body.
When his lips kiss their way back to mine, his hand travels down my stomach and over my panties. My back arches as I exhale, body begging him to continue.
He slides his fingers under the thin cotton. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes.” My voice is filled with need and desperation. This is exactly what I want.
“Then you need to tell me your name, baby girl.”
My eyes pop open to meet his amused gaze. He has me in the palm of his hand. Literally. I fight the smile tugging at my lips and try to replace it with a scowl.
He chuckles and plants a kiss on my cheek, his fingers frozen inside my underwear.
I roll my hips against his hand. “You don’t have to move. I can get there all by myself, you know.”
“As hot as that would be, I can’t allow it.” TJ removes his hand, and I groan at the loss of his touch.
We are at a stalemate. I could lie. I could tell him another woman’s name, but that idea doesn’t sit right with me. I don’t want to hear anyone else’s name but mine on his lips. I need this.
“It’s Carla.”
TJ smiles as if I told him he won the lottery, those dimples twisting my insides. “Carla. I never would’ve guessed that.”
“Told ya.”
TJ’s fingers return to me, and all conversation ends. He pays such close attention to every sound and movement I make, as if his only desire is to learn exactly what I need. Then he yanks my panties down, settles between my legs, and tastes me.
I want to tell him he doesn’t have to do that but I can’t seem to find the words, or maybe I don’t want to find them. His attentiveness quells my worries, allowing me to take everything he’s giving me like it’s my right to have it.
Maybe it should be.
Maybe it is.
I reach down to thread my fingers through his hair and grip the back of his head, pushing myself against his tongue, needing more. He bends my legs up until my knees are pressed against my chest, and the feeling of being spread wide open for him nearly sends me rocketing off the bed.
My hand shoots up to cover my mouth on instinct, but TJ quickly uncovers it, holding my wrist down against the mattress. I’m glad, because this feels too good to keep inside. I’ve never moaned this loud before, but I’ve also never had anyone go down on me like this.
With Joe, foreplay was either rushed or skipped altogether. Sex was a one-man mission until he reached his release. Half the time, I never came unless it was caused by my own doing. It wasn’t about me, or us, and I’d accepted that.
This is not the case with TJ. The way he’s working his tongue on me is hot, wet ecstasy. The build of the slow burn between my thighs begins to mount. As if it’s his cue, TJ slips a finger inside me. He curls it over and over again, beckoning for my orgasm to come to him while his tongue keeps the rhythm.
Something ignites within me, and it’s more than just physical relief. There’s a shift in my universe as I let go, surrendering myself mind, body and soul. I can’t pinpoint what it means, but I know I want more.
