I risked glancing over at her. “Even though I treat you like shit.”
“You don’t have to treat me that way, you know. I see exactly what you’re doing and why. Trying to push me away instead of giving in and making this work, which we could do, Tam. You and I, we might not be conventional, but we both know there’s a spark between us, and honestly at times, as much as I want to hit you, I also want to fuck you.”
That got my attention. “You do?”
She arched an eyebrow. “I’m sitting here with a plug inside me, and my thighs still sticky from my own arousal, so yeah, it would be good to actually get fucked instead of you teasing me this whole time.”
We’d almost reached my house, and I had a sudden urge to stamp my foot on the pedal and break every speed limit in London.
Chapter Twenty
Hallie
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SOMETHING HAD SHIFTEDbetween Tam and me, and though I wasn’t sure why, I definitely wasn’t going to complain.
We got back to the house, and he lifted me out of the car. I hooked my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck. He kissed me, claiming my mouth. For the first time, I actually felt as though we were in this together, that this was something we both wanted rather than it being a way for one of us to manipulate the other.
He staggered up the gravel path to the front door, fumbled with his keys, and finally managed to open it. He went straight through, heading for the stairs.
“The door,” I laughed, reaching back, trying to close it. “We haven’t shut the door.
“Fuck the door.”
Tam carried me up the stairs, his hands cupping my bottom. His fingers slipped between the cheeks, applying pressure on the plug. I gasped and ground against him, desperate for more. We reached the bedroom, and he threw me down on the bed and covered me with his large body. We kissed again, and then he dragged my dress over my head and threw it to one side. He ducked down and enveloped one of my nipples with his mouth and sucked it hard.
“Tam?”
He released my breast with a slight pop of suction and looked up at me. “You going to tell me to stop?”
I bit my lower lip and shook my head. He knew I couldn’t do that. He could do whatever he wanted to me, and I’d take it. I’d been a slave to him out of my loyalty to my family, but now I was a slave to him purely from my own desire.
“I want to see you, too,” I told him. “Take off your clothes.”
He sat up and undid the buttons of his shirt and shrugged the material from his shoulders. As I’d expected, his body was thick with muscle, and I reached for him, wanting to run my hands over his skin.