Clothed, she was a beautiful woman.
Naked, she was breathtaking.
Lush, full breasts, soft skin, her hips cradling her womanhood, ready and waiting for him.
He had felt her, glimpsed pieces of her, but fully seeing her… was a dream come true.
Tommy rested on his side next to her, grinning when she spread her legs farther for him. Heslowly rubbed one finger over her slit. He had done it before, but now that he could see what he was doing, what it was doing to her, the way her lashes fluttered over her eyes…
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against her lips. “So ready for me.” His tongue flicked across her mouth.
“Open for me.”
Her lips parted, and his tongue dove in, his kisses more urgent as he was now driven by need instead of just interest.
His mouth and fingers worked together, sliding in and out, and he smiled against her lips, knowing she was close.
He wasn’t going to let her go yet.
First, he was going to show them both some fun.
Chapter Twenty-One
Minnie could hardly believe this was happening.
She had started this discussion with the intention of discovering just what Tommy was holding back. She had never guessed that her demands for an explanation would lead to… this.
That he thought he was undeserving of her was ridiculous, but she would make sure that he understoodshewas the one who didn’t deserve the sacrifices that he made for her each and every day.
His mouth on hers and his fingers inside of her, moving steadily, relentlessly, were about to send her over that edge she had experienced last time his hands had been on her, but just when she was about to go spiraling forward, he pulled back, removing his fingers, and she cried out in protest.
“Tommy! What are you?—”
She cut off in surprise when his mouth began to trace a path down her body, stopping for a glorious few seconds — not long enough, in her opinion — to pull her nipples into his mouth.
When he moved on, it was to continue farther down untilhe stopped with his head between her thighs, hovering just over top of her.
What was he doing?
Instinctively, Minnie tried to close her legs, but he firmly held them open with strong hands on her thighs.
“Tommy?” she said tentatively. He couldn’t be about to put his mouth on her — could he?
She had asked for his touch, however, so she supposed she would just have to give in to whatever he had to offer her, as much as it made her pulse pound through her body.
He surprised her by lifting her legs up and over his shoulders, spreading her apart with his fingers.
“Relax,” was the impossible demand he made before he lowered his mouth to her.
The first thing she felt was the scruff of his jaw scraping across her inner thigh. Then she nearly jumped off the bed when he pressed his tongue flat against her, and slowly dragged it up, again, and again.
He possessed her completely as he held her hips in strong hands, his rhythm even, his pressure perfect. His jaw was rough against the softness of her thighs, but every sensation drew her higher. Continuing to hold her, he began to glide his tongue over her, and just when it seemed like she couldn’t take any more, pleasure began to shoot through her from where his tongue touched her, until the euphoria began from so far within her that she wasn’t sure that she could feel anythingbuthim below her hips.
She twisted the sheets in her hand, trying to hold onto something solid, until her heart was beating so fast and her body was so tense that she could do nothing but give herself over to him as pleasure ripped through her, leaving her defenseless, vulnerable, exposed, who she truly was, for Tommy.
For he was the one who had brought her here. He was theone who had shown her that she could open herself to him, could let him in. In this moment, she would do anything for him.
When she looked down at him with heady eyes, they locked gazes, and she was sure he could see what he had done to her, that she was no longer the untouchable belle of a woman as everyone thought, but a person who was genuine yet uncertain, strong yet fragile, who was still searching for her place in this world.
