“I could ask you the same thing. You’re the one who keeps entertaining these wild ideas of mine. You are starting to give me the impression you’re waiting for a marriage proposal soon. Perhaps you should just tell me your ring size now.”
She snort-laughs and shakes her head at me.
Tatum’s phone vibrates. “It’s Oakley again.”
“Have fun,” I say, then go upstairs and grab my laptop. When I’m back in the living room, I open it up and get updates on different things going on with the shop.
For the rest of the day, Tatum and I go our separate ways, and after we eat a quick dinner, she cleans the kitchen. I set up the surround sound for the movie and make a bowl of popcorn. Once I set the bottles of wine on the coffee table, I grab us two glasses. Then I dim the lights.
Tatum joins me and sits as close to me as she can. For the first thirty minutes, I stare intently at the TV, but I can’t seem to focus on anything but how her smooth skin feels against mine. I’m drawn to hers in ways I can’t explain, and right now, I want nothing more than to feel her lips on mine.
I pour us some wine, and we both take a sip, agreeing how good it tastes. When we set them down, our eyes meet, and I swear hers are begging for me to kiss her again. Before I can talk myself out of it, I cup her face and gently press my lips against hers. I take it slow, giving her the opportunity to pull away if she wants, but she doesn’t.
She melts into me as I run my fingers through her hair. She responds by grabbing my bottom lip between her teeth and tugs, then sucks on it. I’m so goddamn hard that my cock feels like it’s going to break off inside my jeans.
Tatum moans against me, and seconds later, she’s pushing me down on the couch. I let her take full control of the situation as she straddles me. Of course, she’s wearing a dress again, so I catch a glimpse of her red lace panties. Her head falls back on her shoulders as she grinds against my erection. Tatum falls forward, her lips capturing mine, and I squeeze her ass, wishing I could slip a finger inside to see how damn wet she is.
“Fuck, Easton.” She groans loudly as she rocks against me.
“What do you want, Tatum? Tell me what you need,” I beg, wanting her permission to do all the dirty things I’ve been dreaming of and more.
“I don’t know.” She breathes out, flustered and worked up. I love seeing her this way.
Reaching up, I slide the strap of her dress down and pinch her hard nipple. Then I move to the other and massage it in my palm.
“Your tits are amazing,” I tell her, desperate to take them in my mouth.
I want every single inch of this woman, and by the way she’s getting off rubbing on me, I think she wants that too. Her movements grow slow, ragged, and I wonder if she’s close.
“Yes, sweetheart,” I murmur, giving her full permission to take what she needs. Her body is begging for release. I can see the desperation written all over her face of how badly she needs it. She slides her hands down and unbuttons my jeans. I swallow hard and meet her eyes. Then she dips back down, and her mouth crashes to mine.
Frantic and hungry, I love seeing Tatum so damn greedy for what she wants, and I’m willing to give her everything she needs.
Chapter Fourteen
TATUM
I don’t have control of myself right now, but it feels so good to be with Easton like this. The more I rub my clit against his jeans, the more build-up it creates. If I continue at this rate, I’ll come just from the friction alone.
Taking full control, I reach down to unbutton his jeans. I massage my tongue with his, but it’s not enough. I need more of him. As he palms my breasts, I rock my hips faster.
The little voice in my head tells me this is a bad idea and that I should stop, but I can’t find the strength to pull away. Just one move and Easton would be inside me, filling me with his thick cock. I’ve caught glimpses of it when he’s been hard and already know he’d destroy me. Something I fantasize about happening.
“Fuck, baby. You feel so good.” Easton moans as he lifts his hips to meet me. “God, you’re so beautiful, Tatum.”
His words nearly knock me back to reality, and I abruptly pull away.
“Everything okay?” He brushes the hair out of my face and studies me as I hover above him.
My panties are undoubtedly soaked. I swallow hard at how embarrassed I am that I basically just mauled him.