He sticks out his tongue and glides it across his lips while staring down at me. “Kiss me.”
Oh, he is exasperating!
“No, TK. Get out of my bed.”
“I will if you can kiss me and tell me that you still want me to sleep over there.”
I glare at him, my anger only a farce at this point, because my eyes drop to his lips.
They’re so full and soft, and I will never forget the way they had felt on every part of my body.
Fucking hell, Cora. Are you really going to do this?
“I really fucking want you to kiss me, Cora. I want to fucking bury myself so deep inside you, we won’t know where you start and I end. But after everything I’ve learned tonight, I need you to make the first move.”
I don’t have far to go to press my lips to his. Slowly, I lift my head from the pillow and roll onto my side, using my elbow to hold my weight so I can lean up and kiss him.
The instant our lips touch, he smiles against mine.Fucker.
Gripping my waist, he pulls me on top of him. I’m leaning over him now, relishing in the way his lips devour me, heart and soul, ripping me out of my body and rocketing me off to a heavenly plane clinging to him, desperate to take him with me.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so soft.”
Fat, mouthy bartender.
The words swim through my brain in TK’s voice, but his hand is slipping the strap of my nightgown down, allowing my breast to fall free from the thin material. He pulls his mouth away and looks down, his thumb coming up to glide over it before looking back up at me.
“You’re beautiful.”
And I melt. My body, my icy soul, as well as the anger I’d felt at his actions since the day I met him.
His hand cups the back of my neck and he pulls me closer, his lips slow and gentle against mine. His thumb continues to rub across my nipple, and I moan as the sensation sends zings of pleasure rocketing to my core.
The last time we had sex, it’d been hard and fast, but this time is different. He’s making a statement, taking his time. And he might not know it, but he’s making me fall for him just a little bit more.
Time stands still as we kiss. Our fingers explore each other's bodies, our hearts beating in tandem inside our heaving chests.
There have been others besides Big Dick, a couple of them even good. But none of them had ever made me feel the way TK feels beneath me right now. His touch feels like worship, and his whispered words are like a prayer.
“Ride me, baby.”
Fat, mou—
The memory doesn’t even get a chance to play out before he arranges my legs on either side of his hips. “I see you overthinking, Cora. Stop that shit right now.” He grinds his hips up, his cock gliding through the wetness between my legs. “You feel that?”
I bite my lip and stare at him, unable to speak.
“That’s because I’m fucking crazy about you. And this silky fucking nighty is about to be the goddamn death of me.”
I let his words sear into my heart.
“Please,” he whispers.
My body quivers with need, and even though it takes some effort, I shove that nasty memory aside.
With one hand between us, I roll on the condom he hands me, and gently settle myself down over his length. The moan that escapes my lips is only drowned out by his.
“Fuck, baby. I feel like you were fucking made for me.”