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She comes riding me like that, one hand against the glass to support herself, her whole body shuddering and shaking with the force of the orgasm that rips through her.
I’m just in tune with the world around me enough to hear the sound of a car pulling up on the gravel drive out front before I finish, pumping inside her with a shout as I spill my seed for the second time, giving her as much as she can take.
“I have to leave but I’d better go and deal with that,” I pant against her neck. “Don’t go anywhere.”
“Don’t worry,” Carina says, making me grin as she shakily walks over to the bed. “I don’t think I can.”Chapter EighteenCarinaI can’t believe how amazing last night was. I’d dreamed, I’d imagined, but I never believed it could be as amazing as it really was. I was already asleep by the time Tommy came back to bed – I was so exhausted and floating on a cloud of bliss that I drifted off waiting for him – but when I wake up this morning, he’s right there next to me.
I watch him for a moment, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling evenly. Slowly. Just like last time, he looks softer this way, more real. I wonder how many – or rather, how few – people have ever seen this softer side of him. I doubt it would be a large number, simply from his reputation and the way he carries himself when anyone else is around.
I glance at the clock and stifle a groan. I’ve woken early again, out of habit, even though I could be catching up on my sleep while I’m here. But the truth is, I feel well-rested. I don’t see the point in going back to sleep, and this door locks from the inside, there’s nothing stopping me from going out.
I steal out of the bed without waking Tommy and get dressed, in yesterday’s clothes, thinking I can get changed as part of my wandering around. Well, if anything, I should have a shower first. Still, I need to go back to ‘my’ room in order to find something clean.
I sneak out of the room, glancing back over my shoulder to verify that he hasn’t shifted in his sleep or shows any signs of waking as I leave. Then I start to wander the house again, exploring. I duck into one of the rooms along the hall, and look out of the window over the garden, dreaming a little.
How amazing would it be to live here? To look out on this view every day? From up here, you can also see the city beginning beyond the wall, but down there it feels private and quiet. I would never have imagined how close we are to everything. It’s easy to see why Tommy chose this as his home.
Though not quite why he needs so much space for only himself.
“There you are.”
I turn at the sound of his voice and smile, seeing him easing into the room bare-chested in a pair of loose pants.
“I couldn’t convince myself to stay asleep past the normal time,” I explain. “You looked too peaceful to wake.”
“I thought you might have gone.” He hangs his head for a moment before coming up to join me, turning me back to the window and wrapping his arms around me from behind. “I was worried that you took the first opportunity to leave.”
I melt back against him, his strong chest holding me in place. “I didn’t want to go,” I say. Truthfully, I didn’t really think about it. Even as I registered the fact that I was able to wander around without Tommy stopping me, I didn’t think about leaving.
If anything, I thought about staying.
“I’m glad,” Tommy says, kissing my temple, and for a moment we stay like that, locked against one another, fitting together perfectly.
“Do you really live here on your own?”
Tommy makes a noise of surprise. “Yes. You don’t believe me?”
I hesitate. “That’s not it,” I say. “It’s just… it’s so big, this house. It seems strange that you would live here without a family.”
“Hmm.”
I twist in his arms, to look up at his face, which is now set into hard lines again. I shouldn’t have said that. Maybe he didn’t want to be reminded that he lives here alone. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be offensive or anything,” I say.
“I wasn’t offended.” Tommy looks down at me, and his face seems to relax. “Carina, I don’t have a family. Not one of my own, at least. I waited for a long time for the right person to come along.”
“The right person,” I repeated, taking in his words. So, he chose to be alone until now – because he was waiting for…
For who?
He strokes the side of my face with one finger, toying with a strand of my hair. “Yes, Carina.” He says it in that way of his, the way that makes my knees go weak.
