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As I come down from the mind-blowing orgasm and attempt to catch my breath, TJ crawls on top of me with a grin stretched wide across his face.
I fumble with the elastic on his boxers until he pushes them off. I peer down as he frees himself and my eyes go wide.
“What was that you said about a tiny penis?” he asks.
“I’m kind of surprised it’s not covered in tattoos like the rest of you.”
TJ chuckles as he reaches into his nightstand for a condom. Once he rolls it on, any trace of humor vanishes and is replaced with his heated gaze. He slides himself inside me, agonizingly slow, as if he wants to savor every drop of sensation it brings.
I wrap my legs around him and trace the tattoo on his neck with my tongue. When I bite his earlobe, he plunges all the way into me and groans. I dig my heels into his backside—yes, that’s tattooed as well—and move my hips in sync with his.
He captures my lips and dips his tongue into my mouth, mirroring the motion of his thrusts. Everything is deliciously slow and controlled. But we can only endure this for so long.
TJ lifts my leg and hooks it over his shoulder. He pulls almost all the way out of me and pushes in again, diving deeper than before.
“Yes,” I whisper, spurring him to give me more.
That cocky smirk ticks up at one side of his mouth. His length pulls out and I clench around him as he drives into me faster, again and again. My head is spinning, my body aching with need. I’ve never known that it could be like this. That sex could feel like this.
He tosses my other leg over his shoulder. His hands grip my hips so tightly, I’m sure I’ll be left with bruises. There’s something about his long, tattooed fingers holding onto me that fascinates me—fuels me.
I lift my arms and plant my hands on the headboard for leverage as I arch into TJ’s thrusts.
“Fuck, Carla.” His voice is a guttural sound, and the look he gives me is primal. “Come now. I need you to come again for me.”
I surrender everything to him—my pain, my heartache—he takes it all. All that’s left is pure, unleashed, pleasure. He waits for me and we come together. A moment of rapture at the will of a beautiful stranger.
TJ collapses onto the bed and curls me into him. Our staggered breaths fill the silence.
It’s too soon to feel regret—not that I could regret something that felt that good. But now that our moment is over, uncertainty creeps back in. What do I do now? Should I get up and leave? Am I staying the night?
TJ wraps his giant arm around my midsection, as if he can sense my unease. “I’m warning you: I like to cuddle.”
“The tattooed muscle head likes to cuddle?”
“He does. Will you stay?”
I shrug. “I don’t know how these things work.”
“They work however you want them to work. If you want to stay, you stay. If you want to leave, I’ll walk you out.”
Such a gentleman. “I bet you make all the girls swoon.”
“Not all of them.”
Who? I’d love to meet the woman who didn’t fall at this guy’s feet. I turn on my side to face him. “Earlier, you said we all have someone we’re trying to forget. Who is she?”
“Someone I shouldn’t have fallen in love with.”
“Why shouldn’t you have fallen in love with her?”
“Love isn’t meant for me.”
We’re a pair, aren’t we? Two broken hearts searching for relief. I sigh. “Def Leppard had it right.”
“Love bites?”
“Nope. Love is like a bomb.”
