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"What is that supposed to mean, exactly?" My tone is biting and more defensive than I intended.
"You know what it means. You fucking gambled, and you lost, Olivia. You told yourself that you could keep this confined to lust."
I give him a stormy glare, annoyed that he can see right through me.
“How do you know? You told me yourself. We’ve been too busy making out to even get to know each other.” I scoff as I try to walk away.
He doesn’t let me leave as his large palm cups my neck. “Because you’ve fucked me up just as much," he growls. “I mean, Christ, Olivia. I’m reading romance novels just so you’ll give me the time of day.”
My jaw drops incredulously. "You read it?"
"I told you I was going to."
“You didn’t need to do that.”
“I know. That’s my goddamn point, Olivia.Youneed to decide whatyouwant. I know I said I didn’t want to take advantage of you while you’re drinking, but I’m here if you want me, so you can complete your goddamn conquest.”
I look at him tenderly and his hands cup my face, kissing me deeply. As our tongues entwine, I feel the tension from our conversation dissolving. His strong arms circle me protectively and one word comes to my mind: safe. With Tomas, I feelsafe.The realization hits me like a ton of bricks and spurs me to deepen the kiss.
Tomas bunches the fabric of my tank top around my waist and pulls it over my head. He sucks in a breath as he cups my left breast. Lowering his head, he pulls the nipple into his mouth. His tongue circles it tauntingly and my core clenches, begging for more. I moan, tugging the back of his hair to deepen the pressure. He looks up at me, eyes full of reverence, as he sucks gently, nips, then licks and sucks again. I hiss a breath and he turns his attention to the other nipple.
"Wouldn't want to leave this one out, would I?"
My head flings backwards, savoring the sensation. Without warning, he picks me up and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist. He kisses me again as he carries across the room to my bed. He throws me on the soft bed, piles of soft blankets circling me.
"May I?" he asks, cupping me through my lacy thong. I nod as he pulls it down instantly. I feel his eyes on my pussy, stripping me further than I thought possible. Pulling my thighs apart, he situates his face right beneath me and groans, the primal need evident. Before I can plead for him to touch me, his mouth is on me, licking me languidly. He licks me exploratively in what seems like a need that is more for his benefit than mine. My heart skips a beat from the realization that he's being greedy, getting pleasure from the act itself and the pleasure it's bringing me. My orgasm is already building, threatening eminence.
When his tongue finds my clit and begins a familiar rhythm, I shatter into a million pieces almost instantaneously. I writhe underneath him, moaning so loudly people can undoubtedly hear me five states over. He doesn't pull his mouth away despite my orgasm. It's a mix of pleasure and agony, as my entire body is a jumbled bunch of nerves, hot and raw. I fist his hair and try to clamp my thighs shut, anything to buck him off.
"DeLuca," I mutter in a half-ass attempt to get his attention.
He grabs each thigh, forcing them open. We continue this war several times before I finally manage to close them again.
"I wasn't done," he growls, looking at me before prying my thighs yet again and licking, now like his life depends on it.
"I can't take it. It feels too fucking good," I plead with him.
"I told you last week. You can take it and you will." The evidence of my orgasm drips down his chin, glistening in what little light filters in from outside.
He resumes, and just as before, my orgasm intensifies without much warning. I'm left riding out the waves against his mouth, his stubble a welcomed harshness against the overwhelming pleasure.
He lifts himself slowly, bringing our bodies flush. We lay, foreheads touching, for a moment, enraptured with the other, before our mouths meet for a lazy kiss.
"Fuck me," I whisper into the darkness.
Pulling back, he tucks a strand of my hair behind my ear. "No."
"No?" I ask defensively.
"No, Olivia. I'm not fucking you until you come back to me wanting more."
My rage simmers. "Since when do you have such high morals that you only fuck your girlfriends?"
He shrugs. "It's the last bargaining chip I have with you and I intend to use it."
He tucks me into his chest, running his fingers through my hair, ushering me further towards sleep. My last conscious thought is feeling his lips brush my forehead and thinking that it would be worth it. I could get used to this.
The morning light filters in the pesky cracks of my curtains and my head pounds like I've been hit by a truck. I stifle a groan as I fling the random arm draped across my waist. I can only blink when I turn over and find Tomas staring at me with a smile so handsome I nearly come on the spot. I'm still naked, the evidence of God only knows how many orgasms coating my inner thighs.
